Give Her Hell From Us

Chapter Six

"Oh come on, let us up!" Comes a frustrated groan from downstairs... or downslide.

"What do you want?" I call down, laying down on my bed and pressing my face into my pillow. "Don't you know that you can't get up here?"

"We just want to talk to you!"

"Well I don't want to talk to you!" I call back as I turn my head so my voice won't be muffled.

"Why not just go see what it is he wants?" Abby yawns.

"Because they'll probably pour slime on me or do something equally undesirable." I answer.

"Then have your wand ready. Just make them go away." Abby is quick with a reply.

"Why dont you go then?" I roll my eyes.

"Are you coming?" The twins tell up in sync.

"Ugh, let's just both go." Abby mutters irritably.

"Fine." I frown, pulling myself out of bed and out the door.

The twins are waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs, and Abby and I sit on a stair about a foot above the floor of the common room.

"What?" I yawn.

"We... want to apologize for letting you take the blame when" Fred starts.

"You didn't even want to do it." George Finished for his twin.

"Well the damage is done." I roll my eyes. "Is that all? I'm tired."

"Just one more thing. If you tell us what your mum does in her detentions" Fred says.

"We'll fess up and take the blame." George nods.

"Trust me, you don't want to know." I yawn.

"I'm pretty sure we can handle it, love." George winks.

"Do you know how many times we've had detentions?" Fred laughs.

"I assume you've had your fair share of detentions and I appreciate that you want to come clean but this isn't something that anyone should have to experience, even the two of you." I reply.

"We're honored that you care so much." Fred laughs quietly.

"Trust me, I don't." I sigh.

"Then tell us what she made you do." George insists.

I bite my lip in frustration and pull the sleeves of my robes up to my elbows and raise my left hand in the air, the palm facing towards me. The laughing stops instantly.

"She did all of that to you in one detention?" Fred asks.

"Is that why you were bleeding?" George follows.

"Duh." Abby rolls her eyes at George.

"Not in one detention, over a lifetime. The first time you do it you can clearly see whatever message she makes you write in your own blood. After that, the more messages you're forced to write, the less legible the scar becomes. You can't tell one from another on my hand anymore." I answer slowly.

The twins don't respond and I pull my sleeve back over my hand and storm back upstairs. Honestly, I've known these boys for two days and they've already weaseled most of my secrets out of me and gotten me into loads of trouble. I tell myself that I have to stay away from these trouble makers at any cost. Abby returns to the dorm and slams the door behind her.

"I'm sorry... we shouldn't have gone down there." She whispers, placing a hand on my shoulder comfortingly. It's all I can do to nod.

Abby stands and moves to her own bed. I pull the curtains closed around mine and shuffle under the covers, pressing my teary eyes into the pillow beneath me. The last thing I hear before I fall asleep is Abby tentatively whispering "goodnight".

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When I wake, my pillow is still wet with salty tears. It's Saturday, so I don't have to worry about attending classes but I still need to be up and dressed for breakfast on time if I want to eat. I push the curtains back on my four poster bed and walk into the bathroom to take a quick shower. The warm water is soothing on my newly refreshed scars.

Once I've dried off I slip into a light pink sweater and some soft black pants. I don't even bother putting shoes on, I just wear my pink slippers down to breakfast in the Great Hall. My next detention isn't until after dinner so I can just focus on my meal and try not to pay attention to the throbbing in my hand. Abby sits beside me as I load my plate with sausages, fried bread, eggs, bacon, breakfast potatoes, and sliced tomatoes.

"Are you hungry over there?" Abby teases, letting out a chuckle. I pause and roll my eyes at her before digging into my food.

After breakfast, I return to the dorm and lay down again as I'm still exhausted. I flip my pillow and rest my head on the dry side.

"Oi, open the window!" Comes a loud voice from what sounds like outside.

I sit up, eyebrows raised when I see the Weasley twin who I believe to be Fred hovering via broomstick outside the window closest to my bed. Letting out a long suffering sigh, I get to my feet and open the window a crack.

"What now?" I ask, tilting my head to look at him.

"We told your mum it was us." He says.

"Really? What did she do?" I ask with sudden interest.

"She gave us detention for the rest of the month for making you take the fall. She said you'll still have to go to detention today for not speaking up... but then you're off the hook." Fred grins lopsidedly.

"I didn't think you'd do it after I showed you, and you certainly didn't have to." I reply.

"We did have to though. It's horrifying what you've gone through, and you deserve a break." He shrugs.

"Thank you. I suppose I'll see the two of you in detention tonight." I nod.

"You will." Fred agrees.