Plot Twist [GEORGE WEASLEY]

10.

George and Fred were obnoxious in their victory. Until Amara stormed off. Professor McGonagall gave them a disapproving look. "Scorpion blood. It had bad side effects, you two. It drives people mad, don't you know that?" She scolded, eyes furious. "This happening near OWLs is unacceptable! Detention for two months!"

The pair stayed silent.

Amara was in the shower, trying to get the scorpion blood out. The obsidian liquid streamed from her hair.  It stung her skin. It's putrid fumes, still strong, made her mind woozy. Her hand grasped the wall as if she was to slip on ice. Who knew the twins would go this far to prove a point?

A loud knock disturbed Amara's irritated state of mind.

"What?!" Amara bellowed over the rushing water.

"Are you okay in there?" Camilla asked.

"No. Not all! I hate those twins!" Amara exclaimed.

"Madam Pomfrey wants you to go to the infirmary. She wants you to be safe when you began to...lose your mind."

Amara could hear the heavy sympathy in her best friend's voice.

"Can you tell those Weasley jerks that the bet is off. Tell them to f-"

Well, the rest is a bit vulgar. Use your imagination, kids. But, she didn't say something like feather off. That's not insulting enough for what they did, is it?

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This was the third time in this year she was at the infirmary. Was her name Harry Potter? 

Madam Pomfrey got her to drink some sedating medicine so, she wouldn't do anything crazy. The problem with scorpion blood is that it paralyzes your brain a bit, and releases your inhibitions. Like alcohol. Except, it made you feel depressed, sad and released negative chemicals in the brain. Once, Amara read a man, whose drink contained scorpion blood, stabbed himself. 

Madam Pomfrey waved her wand. Binds wrapped around Amara's wrists and ankles. The action made Amara's body stiff, as her back was pressed against the bedframe. Another pair of binds locked Amara's waist to the bed. 

"Only forty-eight hours. And you'll be back. I'll take good care of you," Madam Pomfrey assured when she gave her an instant sleeping potion.

After a swig, Amara was out. It didn't mean she was spared from effects of the blood. She found herself in a darkened room, the only source of light coming from a small window. Amara's hand grasped her wand.

"Hello?" Her voice echoed off the walls.

She heard footsteps drawing closer. Along with the sound of scratching metal. It screeched loudly. Grimacing, Amara muttered, "Lumos." Even with the spell, it only revealed a shadow of a scruffy man.

"Looking for something, Harrison?" A voice taunted her. 

Amara felt herself speaking.

"Greyback, how did you know?" Her voice was deeper and resembled a young woman.

"How did I know that you were going to kill me?" Greyback snarled, his voice raucous. "You wretched tr-"

Dream Amara lunged towards the man. Her wand pointed at his throat. The sharp tip was a motion away from puncturing his throat.  She let out a deep exhale. "If you tell anyone about this, I will not hesitate to use it..." Amara said.

"I don't give a damn about what you could do anymore. I have it now!" Greyback bared his teeth, however not daring to move.

"Do you really think it would be that easy?" Amara laughed, coldly.