The Other Potter: Book 6

This chapter is exactly 1000 words :D

My eyes fluttered open and I was all like ‘ahh, white.’ So I blinked a few times and found Harry’s face inches from my own.

“I hope you’re not trying to kiss me, Potter.” I said flatly.

“That’s incest.”

“Your parents were incest.”

“But my parents are your par....” and he gave up.

“Well, at least we know she’s alive.” Ron said vaguely, and I sat up, realising I was sitting in the hospital wing.

“When did I get here?” I asked, seeing about fifty bottles of something on the table beside me.

“Two weeks ago.” Hermione said.

“What?” I said, completely lost. “Hey, were McGonagall and Dumbledore laughing at me?” I asked, wondering if the weird few weeks were a dream.

“No, they were worried!”

“Did I blow up the library?”

“I wish,” Ron said dreamily.

“Did I throw books at Madam Pince?”

“You should have.” Harry grinned.

“Does the whole school think I’m a whore?”

“No, where’s all this coming from?” Hermione asked me.

“I have weird dreams.” I replied with a grin.

“I hate you.” Hermione said, looking like she wanted to hit me. Whoops, I made her worry.

“So what actually happened?” I asked. I had a feeling It would be an interesting tale of how I stacked it over my own feet, and knocked myself out.

“You were found at seven am beaten and bruised lying in the middle of Hogsmeade.” Harry told me, looking more amused than he should have. “You had Hypothermia and your body was dying, so they took you to St. Mungo’s until you were stable, and you’ve been stuck in here for a week.”

“Really?”  I asked. Awkward, because I thought I was clumsy, but I was bashed.

“Yes.” Said Madam Pomfrey casually, as she turned up.

“Oh, alright.” I said to myself.

“Do you remember anything from that night?”

“What night?”

“The one we were just talking about.” Pomfrey said impatiently.

“Huh?”

“I don’t know if you’ve hit your head or if you’re just stupid.” She said flatly.

“I don’t remember anything, up until now...I don’t even know which part of it was a dream... yeah.”

“You’re so annoying.” Hermione said, and she left.

“Stars shining bright above you, Night breezes seem to whisper, I love you.  Birds singing in the sycamore tree, Dream a little dream of me...” Madam Pomfrey sang, walking away.

“I’m so confused.” I said.

“Dumbledore said he wanted a word with you, so feel free to go visit him when you want.”Harry said to me.

So I apparated there.

 “Sup Gandalf.” I said casually as I turned up in Dumbledore’s Office.

“Hello Willow, I see you’re awake.”

“Nah, I’m asleep.” I said to him and he pulled a face.

“You smell like goats litter.” He informed me.

“I’VE HAD ENOUGH CONFUSING EXPERIENCES GANDALF, I DO NOT NEED YOU TO CONTINUE TO SAY STUPID THINGS TO MAKE ME FEEL AS THOUGH I’M STILL DREAMING! I’M ONTO YOU GANDALF!”

“Why do you keep calling me Gandalf?” Dumbledore asked.

“Obviously, because the person writing what I have to say is watching Lord Of The Rings.”

“You make little sense, Willow.”

“NAH SHIT BRO!” I shouted.

“Now I’m going to get down to business...” Dumbledore said gravely, and I thought I better calm my shrakna. “Why were you outside?”

“Dunno.” I lied.

“Willow, that’s a lie.”

“Is it?”

“Yes, I’ve seen you walk outside at one in the morning, every morning since term started. So don’t tell me that you don’t know.”

“I’ve been waking up in the mornings on the lawn outside, so I might be sleepwalking.” I said, hoping that he hadn’t seen me ninja rolling to avoid peeves.

“Sleepwalking Willow can roll around on the ground to avoid peeves?”

“Can she?” I said, trying to sound mildly surprised.

“So why are you visiting the same spot on the grass, next to the wall of the castle each morning?” he asked, clearly seeing that I’m the worst liar ever.

“Is this one of those questions you ask when you know the answer to see how badly I’m lying?” I replied smartly.

“Maybe.” He said, doing a shifty thing with his eyes.

“Okay, well I go there to meet a boy. NOT LIKE THAT! NOT LIKE THAT!” I added at his shocked expression. “We’re just friends.”

“What’s his name?” Dumbledore asked, and I felt as though he was my father, questioning me.

“I don’t know.” I said softly.

“Sorry?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

“You don’t know?”

“That’s what I said, wasn’t it!”

“How do you not know his name?”

“He never said.”

 “How does he get into the school?”

“He goes here, but I’ve never seen him before.”

“How can you have-?”

“I don’t know, sir, I don’t know a whole lot at the moment.”

“How can you be sure that he wasn’t the one to leave you in Hogsmeade?” Dumbledore asked, and the question made me feel sick.

“How can I be sure you didn’t leave me in Hogsmeade?” I retorted, and apparated out of there because who cares about authority anyway.

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My name is Willow, and I’m sure I’ve reinforced that enough over the years. What I didn’t reinforce was the fact that I’m a mushroom, because if I did, some people would be like ‘eww’ and others would cook me in Beef Stroganoff because mushrooms in that taste sexual...

Anyway, so once again, I’ll state that I’m Willow, and I have these random little voices in my head, and I’m not talking about Lucy right now, I’m talking about you. Did I freak you out by the sudden switch to second person?

The point is, you guys are really awesome.

That is all.

Yeah.

See ya later.

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I’m still not sure why you guys read this. Like seriously, it’s me writing things, and if I don’t like them, I say it’s all a dream.

Seriously guys, there’s better fan fiction out there.

But, if you’re gonna keep reading I Luff you <3