Light floated in and out of my vision. For a moment I thought that I saw a face. It wasn't a pleasant face and I shrugged it of for a trick of the light. The light that seemed to play around and disappear. It left darkness in it's wake.
Before I could grow used to the dark, light flooded over me and I felt my body jerk upright. With zero strength and even less control, my body fell back onto the bed with a crash.
I could make out startled screams in the background. Something pounded, probably on the floor.
“Salaza?”
“Salaza!”
“What the bloody hell!”
“Language you prick! Sorry, Professor.”
I couldn't figure out who was talking, screaming. It was all a haze of sound and distress.
Slow, very slow, excruciatingly slow, I started to regain some of my senses. As soon as I did, I wished for the numbness if before. A pain greater that anything I could remember washed over my chest. I pinched my eyes close as hard as I could and gripped at my heart.
“Step away,” warned a female voice. “I need to get to her. Step away.”
“Move you idiot!” commanded a much younger female voice.
Another, a boy's voice sneered, “Stop being such a Griffindor. You're not a mediwitch.”
A weight lifted of the bed. The pain disappeared. I started to relax when I felt magic wash over me. I tensed up.
“Why doesn't she open her eyes?”
“Shock. Just give me a minute.”
The shuffling of feet followed. Something cold pressed to my lips. A liquid flowed down my throat. My mind stilled.
“Salaza,” asked a soothing voice, “can you move?”
I nodded my head, but refused to open my eyes.
A gasp of relief. “Turn of the lights.”
When I was sure of the darkness I finally peeled my lids apart. Bit by bit, the light got brighter. Leaving my eyes enough time to adjust before it got brighter again. I wasn't long before the scene around me swam into focus.
Madam Pomfrey's face hovered not far from my own. I turned my head to search for the owners of the voices that I heard earlier. Draco and Pansy restrained a struggling Harry, while Hermione frowned at the brunette. Ron had a look of general boredom. It was clear that he would rather be in the library that in the hospital wing with me and my friends.
“What happened?” My voice was hoarse. It sounded wrong to my ears.
“Well… I… uhm…” Madam Pomfrey stuttered.
“You don't know.” I was shocked. Madam Pomfrey was supposed to know everything.
“Well… it looks like a spell. I don't know any spells like it, but definitely magic.”
“So someone tried to kill me?”
“The thing is, your friends didn't notice any spell being fired at you. No one was close enough.”
“Maybe it was Weasley!”
“Shut up Draco! Plus, he can't even cast a levitation charm,” scolded Pansy.
“Hey! I'm capable!”
“Bullocks!” exclaimed Draco. “Spell capable.”
Like a true capable person, Ron stuck his tongue out.
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Slytherin's Girl
FanfictionThe last heiress of the Slytherin name entered Hogwarts, the same year as the-boy-who-lived. She is haunted by her past, but instead of facing her own ghosts, she tries to fight others'. It's all very sweet untill her jealousy and pride lands her in...
