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[Chapter Thirteen]

[Chapter Thirteen]

It's Okay Grace it's just Oliver...just Oliver. The same Oliver that is in your arms, bleeding to death in the picture clutched in your hand.

“Grace? What's wrong? Why are you crying!?” He had bustled into the classroom, picking the picture up and putting it back in my hand. The teacher seemingly disappeared into her office, and touched my frozen cheek. I flinched away from his hand. He saw this, his hurt expression snapped me from my moment of terror.

“The-this is-I-I don't know!” I cried unintelligently, backing away from him and shoving the picture into his hand. He looked down at the paper, his face twisting to many emotions that would surely fit mine.

“Oh my-”

“Its us Oliver! I had one last week and it was ME! I thought it was some sort of sick joke but this-this p-per” I could no longer control my mouth as I fell to the floor, clutching my chest for air that seemed to evade me. He rushed to my side without hesitation, trying to comfort me in his strong arms as I incoherently wept.

Your not safe, you where never safe. Blood and lots of it around your heart, in your heart, now across the floor.

“Come on Grace, it's okay, it's okay just breathe. That's it deep breaths” he soothed, his hands around my waist trying to pull me up. I must of looked like insane, sat there on the floor, hair array of terror, my eye's shining with a pool of tears and my mouth chattering.

“Do y-you think it's a threat?” I whispered, my eye's darting to the open door.

Oliver shook his head. “Come on, where going to see Professor McGonagall”

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[Oliver's P.O.V]

We where sat in front of Professor McGonagall's desk, I only had eye's for Grace as I tried to comfort her silent crying, the professor was studying the picture, her mouth in a tight, taught line, her eyebrows raised in worry, her face seemingly much older than before.

“Miss Wayward you say you received a note much like this, do you still have it? Grace looked up as the Professor tried her hardest to keep her calm but I could see the picture was deeply troubling her as much as it did Grace.

She nodded “Yes” she breathed shakily, fiddling with her sleeves in a desperate attempt to avoid my gaze. The picture had done things to my mind I wished it hadn't but I had no time to worry about myself, she was all that mattered now. I wanted to ask her why she hadn't told me about the last picture but cast that question aside.

“I'll need to see it”

“Okay”

The Professor took a seat and fixed us both with a stare that I suppose was to be her most comforting, however it made me feel uneasy. I grabbed Grace's shaking hand.

“I promise you both that I shall find the person behind this before it can escalate to anything, and when I do there will be severe consequences. I must ask though that you two stay with friends at all times, you must also report to me at least twice a week and I'll have the teachers looking out for any odd signs. Miss Wayward you are safe. I will not let this happen again.” Her stern voice was suddenly filled with warmth for the shaking girl in my grips.

“Thank you Professor” I said. She nodded, tucked the letter away in disgust. We took this as a dismissal. Slowly I stood up and gently tugged Grace behind me, her mascara running down her beautiful cheeks in a way only she could pull off. I wanted very much to take her in my arms away from all this mess but I couldn't, I had to take her back to the common room...