I'm Not Perfect | Seamus Finnigan

Answers

A/N: The picture on the side is Riley Diggory. I don't know if that's what I want her to look like though, so there's a chance I might change it.

"Good Morning!" I heard someone shout.

I jumped out of the chair I was sleeping in and looked around.

"Riley? You're awake!" George cheered

"Wh-"

"I was so worried! You were screaming and shaking and we didn't know what was wrong because Emma and Seamus found you in a heap on the ground at Hogsmeade and you were screaming that someone took something and you were in pain and I think I cried a bit but don't tell anyone." he blabbered on.

"Yeah, it's a bit too late for the crying thing, George. I'm pretty sure everyone that stayed here all night heard you." Fred laughed.

George's cheeks went red and he turned back to Riley, "Can you tell us about what happened?"

"I -" Riley started

"We should wait for Dumbledore." I said.

"Right." Harry agreed.

"I --"  Riley began to say but jumped and shrieked when the door to the infirmary opened loudly.

Snape, Dumbledore, and. . .Malfoy?

"Is Ms. Diggory awake yet?"

Riley sat up and pulled her knees to her chest.

Malfoy sat on the bed next to Riley's awkwardly and didn't speak.

"Could you tell us anything about what happened?" Dumbledore asked.

"They-"

"Wait. Are you cold?" George asked, looking at her hand.

Madam Pomfrety put a hand to her forehead.

"She's icecold."

"WILL SOMEONE PLEASE LET ME SPEAK!" Riley shouted.

Everyone went quiet. 

"Sorry." we chourused.

"They -- took a memory from me. Well, not really a memory -- a vision, sort of. But -- I still have it. They just kind of -- I don't know. At first they tried to make me hand it over to them like you would taking a memory and putting it in a pensive, but I wouldn't do it. It was too valuable. They used the cruciatus curse I don't know how many times and I still wouldn't hand it over. Somehow they worked out a way to take it by force -- after that I was in so much pain I didn't know what was going on around me. Everything was so blurry and -- and dark. I heard everyone talking. I heard people shouting and running feet -- but none of it made sense. And no matter how hard I try, I can't remember who took the memory -- vision."

We sat in silence for a moment before Proffesor Snape asked, "Could you, perhaps. tell us what memory -- or vision -- it was?

"It was about -- about -- Harry. What he's going to do in the future. It was a specific one, I remember. It was about -- snuffles."

"I'm sorry, Snuffles?" Fred asked.

"Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Emma know what I'm talking about."

"As do I." Dumbledore nodded.

"They know where he is, Dumbledore. They're after him."

Dumbledore shut his eyes and took in a deep breath. He seemed to be thinking.

"Alright. Now, do you have any questions, Ms. Diggory?"

"Yes. Why did you bring Ma-- Draco. With you? I mean, no offence. I know you've changed."

"I know who did it." He replied.

Before I could ask who, he looked at the ground and shook his head, "My father."