Forgotten

Book 2 Ch 10

It was a little over a month before anyone told me anything about Emily's condition. Despite going to visit her everyday, Madam Pomfrey still looked at George and me suspiciously when we entered the room and began to ask our usual questions.

"I've told you boys a hundred times by now, the mandrakes won't be fully grown for a few months." Madam Pomfrey had told us one day, clearly agitated from the repeated questions.

"Dumbledore is the headmaster and you're telling me he can't pull some strings to get these potions done already?" I barked.

I fell into the seat that permanently remained at Emily's bedside now. My eyes settled over her to the first year in the bed next to Emily's. We had exchanged a few words before, but nothing to remarkable to have me remember the kid's name. If it weren't for Harry, Ron, and Hermione, I would have never remembered that his name was Colin Creevey at all.

It hadn't been long before the rumors started to have an effect on Ginny, too. I could remember when she started to travel in groups and question us if Hogwarts was as safe as we had told her that it'd been. I could remember very clearly when she snapped at me that "if it is so safe, then how come Emily Evans and Colin Creevey are both petrified in the Hospital Wing?" That stopped me dead in my tracks. If the brightest witch in the entire school, challenged only by Hermione Granger, was petrified, then what was stopping us from being attacked too? Personally, I wouldn't mind being petrified. Getting to wake up after the professors finally got on with the potion and not having to worry about classes didn't seem so bad to me. But I was a pureblood, so there was nothing in store for me.

George lowered himself into the seat next to mine. He didn't have to follow my eyes to Colin Creevey. His eyes were already on him by the time we had walked into the room. Madam Pomfrey moved to the back of the hospital wing to tend to a student with steam whistling from his ears.

"How many more d'you think it'll get?" George said in a low voice.

"I'm surprised that there haven't been more attacks." I admitted with a shrug.

George and I whispered to each other about just what we thought could be out there until we were pushed from the Hospital Wing to head for class. Madam Pomfrey had gotten used to our presence, even if she didn't necessarily enjoy it. That also meant that she had gotten used to our schedules.

A cold wind blew through the castle as we made our way up the staircase. The blizzard that had started up was only threatening to grow worse by the looks of it.

"Most everyone's classes have been called off, you know?" George said, looking longingly out of a window.

"We could always cancel Trelawney's class ourselves." I grinned over to George who smirked back.

We made our way to Trelawney's class and found a spot next to Lee. No matter how much I hated this class, it was the only place that didn't constantly remind me of Emily. She had refused to take the class no matter how easy it was because she thought Trelawney was a hoax. We all though Trelawney was a hoax, but if her class passed me onto the next year, she could tell me all the made up things that came to her mind.

By the time Trelawney had started class, Lee, George and I had already devised a plan to distract her long enough that the three of us could sneak out. I shook my teacup in Angelina's direction to remind her how she promised us that she would make up a story for Trelawney to delve into. Unfortunately for us, however, we were one of the first tables that she decided to come across.

"Tell me, what do you see?" She prompted me.

I rolled my eyes and raised the teacup. "A three headed leprechaun is about to come dancing into the classroom in three - two - one."