The Muse {An HP FF}

Chapter 19

I felt a horrible throbbing in my head.

I moved slightly and became aware that I was on soft bouncy surface so I opened my eyes reluctantly. The brightness of the room hit me harshly so it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust and be able to see where I was.

"Ah, you're awake Miss Dursley," Madam Pomfrey said as she peered down at me from above. "You know dear, when I said visit anytime you want, I never meant this."

"Wasappening? Wadoesmaheadurt," I mumbled as I yawned and stretched.

"Took quite a knock round the head it looks to me," she said as she bustled around looking for something. 

I laid back on my pillow comfortably and recalled the troll. I gasped and sat up quickly.

"What day is it? When did I get here?"

Madam Pomfrey hurried over and pushed me back down. "Don't strain yourself Dursley."

"But--"

She shoved a nasty tasting liquid into my mouth. "That should help with any pain, now please calm down. You've only been here the night. Potter, Weasley, and Granger, brought you up last night. They're quite preoccupied I might add," she said as she adjusted my bed sheets. "Yes, yes, quite understandable, as it appears you just simply cannot stay out of this bed." 

I stared at her dazed.

"I think it calls for you," she said teasingly as she inspected my head. "No more bumps," she muttered. "How do you feel?"

"Fine," I replied staring at the ceiling.

"Anymore pain?"

"Nope," I said.

"Very well, once you've eaten your breakfast you may leave. I also suggest you take it easy,  straining yourself won't help." She laid out my folded robes on the end of my bed. "And please, do try not to come back with injuries." She gave me a secretive smile and left to her office.

I started on my oatmeal and ate it very slowly. I tried hard to collect my thoughts but they just weren't connecting to each other. One minute I'd remember being in a play area with an extremely fat boy and the next, I'd remember seeing what I assume was a small unicorn releasing a lot of silver liquid from its side. 

I just felt confused.

Once I finished, I changed into my robes and left. I walked around a bit, trying to think to myself but gave up and just sat on a set of moving stairs, keeping count of how many times it moved within an hour.

"Skipping class, are you?" a scratchy voice sneered behind me.

I turned slightly and saw an old man wearing a rotting coat hunching over me with a delighted smile.

"Filch?" I said to myself puzzled.

"That's Mr. Filch to you missy," he said and grabbed my arm. "Come on, I'm writing you up."

"What? Why? I was just sitting."

"Sitting and not being in class," he growled  as he dragged me. "Ooh yes, thinking just because you were out of class for a few weeks you're granted right to skip class whenever you please, well I'll show you."

 "But honestly I didn't know there was class today," I protested.

He ignored me and shoved me into a dim chilly office. "Sit."

"But--"

"SIT!"

I immediately sat on the spindly chair in front of his desk. He went around and sat on a chair behind it, taking slips of paper out of a drawer next to it.