The Unknown Potter [COMPLETE]

Chapter Twenty-One

          "Gwenyth Potter!" the woman shouted. I cringed as she spoke my name. The woman in her bright pink robes was running towards me.

          "This had better be good," I muttered, sitting up in my bed.

          "You had better have a good explanation for this!" she yelled.

         "What did I do?"

         "Oh, you know very well what you did. You pretended to be attacked by the Dark Lord, you dragged your sister and a well respected professor into your scheme, and to top it all, you are sitting here faking to another well respected staff member."

         This woman was really gunning for me. I don't know what was so wrong with her head that would make her think I would be faking an Unforgivable Curse!

         "I believe Madame Pomfrey would be able to tell if I was faking," I started calmly. "Why don't you ask her what has been happening in this room every night. If I was faking, why would I wake up screaming every night from nightmares?! Why in the hell would I still be in here if I was okay?! Why would you have two eyewitness accounts of what happened that night?! Explain all that to me Professor."

          I watched as Umbridge's face turned from dumbfounded to angered. She honestly looked like she could blow my guts all over the wall behind me.

           "You have used the Imperius Curse, have you not? There is no other way. The Dark Lord has not returned! He is dead! Gwenyth Potter, I will be speaking to the Headmaster for your removal from the school, as well as a one way ticket to Azkaban for using an Unforgivable Curse!"

          "Dolores!" I heard someone shouting. I looked over to see McGonagall, Dumbledore, and Madame Pomfrey running towards me and Umbridge.

         "Stop with such accusations Professor Umbridge!" McGonagall shouted. "In case you forgot, Gwen is a fifth year student, certainly not capable of casting an Imperius Curse!"

          "I've known children four years younger than her capable of casting the curse."

          "As have I Dolores," Dumbledore stated. "But only from children raised by supporters of the Dark Arts. Certainly not by a child who was raised around muggles!"

         "It does not matter the child's heritage Albus! A muggle-born is fully capable of casting the curse! And if I remember correctly, Gwenyth has attempted to cast the Killing Curse on her sister!"

         Dumbledore's face turned red, which actually scared me. Nobody has ever seen Dumbledore become truly mad before.

          "Dolores, I don't know why we are even having this conversation. We have two eyewitness accounts, Madame Pomfrey's report, and George Weasley has seen Gwen suffering from horrible nightmares! This child has not cast the Imperius Curse on Minerva, Hermione, or Poppy!"

        Umbridge stared in shock at Dumbledore as the man's face regained it's usual color. She slowly back away, before turning around and walking away.

         Dumbledore followed suit, probably going back to his office to cool off. Madame Pomfrey went back to her office, and McGonagall left the wing.

         I was left with nothing else to do but continue my essay. Once my school work was finished, I sat around for hours, begging for some company.

         Eventually, around 8:30, I heard someone slip into the wing. I saw red hair and a bushy brown mass.

          "Gwen! We have an idea!" Ron shouted. Hermione slammed her hand over his mouth and calmly walked towards me.

         "We have an idea about how to fix this 'Ministry approved curriculum,'" Hermione said, her voice just above a whisper.

         "Well spill it already!" I whisper-yelled.

         "What if we form our own defense club?" Ron asked. "You know, one that teaches kids how to preform the spells?"

          "I think it's bloody brilliant," I said. "What does Harry think?"

           "We haven't told him yet," Hermione said. "He's in detention with Umbridge again."

          As soon as she said that thing's name, my mind lit with fury. My face was still calm, but I couldn't stop thinking about what she said to me earlier.

         "You pretended to be attacked by the Dark Lord, you dragged your sister and a well respected professor into your scheme, and to top it all off, you are sitting here faking to another staff member."

         I pushed her words out of my mind as Ron and Hermione talked of their plan. She would get her revenge soon enough. I would make sure of it.

         The two stayed only another ten minutes, as Madame Pomfrey chased them out of the Hospital Wing. She gave me yet another new herb that might stop the nightmares and left me to sleep.

         I tried to sleep, but this new herb was not helping. I sat awake for hours, watching the shadows dance across the ceiling. The ward looked creepier than ever that night, the shadows actually taking forms of humans at certain points.

         Eventually I did fall asleep, but it was not a good night. I kept falling from nightmare to nightmare, all of them involving me getting cursed. The pain was unbearable, even in the other realm. I couldn't wake up. It was like it was actually happening.

         At one point, something was shoved down my throat. It was a liquid substance, and it was smooth against my throat. It tasted like nothing, but it worked. I immediately fell out of the nightmare I was in and into a peaceful sleep. It worked for the rest of the night.

         I woke up the next morning, the sunlight hitting my eyes. I groaned and pulled myself out of bed. I heard noise coming from the Great Hall, so it had to be either breakfast or lunch. I walked around the wing, stretching my legs.

         A little while later, Madame Pomfrey came out of her office. She sent me back to bed and forced more medicine down my throat.

         I was in the Hospital Wing for another three days before I got out. I had only missed a week, but it felt like years. Umbridge had been hard at work, passing new Educational Decrees, creating the Inquisitorial Squad, and even sacking Professor Trelawlney. The school wasn't the welcoming second home I'd loved in first year. Under Umbridge, it was becoming something completely different.

         I was on my way to breakfast. I had been out of the Hospital Wing for a couple days, and I had been sleeping great. It was looking to be as good a morning as it could get, until I saw Malfoy walking down the hall, his chest puffed out, and his goons Crabbe and Goyle flanking his left and right.

           "Potter!" Malfoy yelled.

          "Oh this should be fun."