Bullied By The Marauders

Chap 9

I woke in the Hospital Wing.

No, it was not blinding white.

I don't know why the describe it like that whenever they're in a hospital in books.

It's just weird.

“Oh.” Black’s voice was heard (dissapointedly, may I add), “the bitch lives.”

“Duh, Black,” I got up groggily, “I have a heart, I have a soul, *cough* unlike you *cough*, and I can breathe. Very much, may I add. Also, unfortunately.”

“Okay, at least we know you’re alive,” Lupin said, and sighed.

The Marauders left the room.

I sighed.

I tried to get up.

“You shouldn’t do that yet,” said a male voice.

“Woah.” I rolled off the bed.

“Careful, D,” said the voice.

And then, did I know who it was.

James fucking Potter.

“What the heck are you doing here?” I asked.

“Thought I’d stay.” He shrugged.

I was still lying on the floor. And he didn't even help me up.

I struggled to get up.

“Bye.” I said.

“Meet me Transfiguration classroom 12:30 a.m.” He said and left.

Madame Pomfrey came in as soon as I was about to leave.

“Hold on!” she yelled, “if you want to go, just let me do a spell on you.” She said an incantation and then let me go. Just like that.

Until I rolled my sleeves.

My cuts and scars we're gone.

She knew.

She freaking knew.