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chapter nine ; summer blues ❪ hogwarts school, 1994 ❫
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"DAD, Dad, wait-" mumbles the disorientated girl, her voice panicked. "No, no, don't go... don't hurt him! Please... he's innocent..."
The short girl seems to be thrashing around, her shaking hands clutching the pristine white hospital bed sheets, that had been draped over her shivering body. Her brunette curls, rinsed of all the dried blood, lie knotted around her and a thin layer of sweat coats her face. She tosses her head side to side, trying to shake herself free of her nightmare. Unbeknownst to the girl, who had been hospitalised since the night of the full moon, the taunting nightmare that's torturing her subconscious is the most awake she's been in around a week.
Harry James Potter sits in a chair beside his best friend's hospital bed, his knees tucked into his heavily breathing chest as he sleeps. The glasses-wearing boy is woken by the frightened whimpering that the fourteen year old girl lets out. He fumbles for his glasses, practically shoving them onto his tired, worried, features, before turning to his best friend. She's since stopped thrashing around, though her hands tremble as she curls up into a ball on her side, a lone tear slipping down her face.
"Hey," Harry says slowly, the boy brushes her sweaty hair off of her face before reaching down and squeezing her hand in an attempt to coax her awake. "Hey, Rory...?"
It takes a moment, but soon a shaky breath leaves Aurora's lips. The brunette unknowingly tightens her grip on the Potter boy's hand as she bolts up, confused by the layer of sweat on her body and the clinically pristine walls that surrounded her. Aurora reaches up a hand, brushing her hair back as she tries to make sense of her hazy state. She winces as her fingers trail over a rather large lump on her head and panics when she catches a glimpse of the hospital robes she was in. Though she doesn't have much time to dwell on her anxiety as she feels a hand squeeze hers. Looking to her side, she sees her best friend's worried stare.
"Harry?" She asks in a slightly raspy voice - one that Harry only ever heard when she'd had a few too many cigarettes.
Harry forces a worried smile, his thumb tenderly brushing across the back of her hand, "You were having a nightmare..."
