I stood up immediately. "I need to go find him now!" "Easy girl." Sirius said, pushing me back down on the bed gently. "You can't just run off like that. Their still thinking of transferring you to St. Mungos. You do know hellhound claws are contaminated and could infect you, giving you a nasty disease?" "No, I didn't." I said, laying back down. I hadn't realized that it was that bad. Or that Sirius actually cared enough to research it.
Suddenly a question popped in my head. "Sirius, how long have I been in here?" "Two weeks, why?" "I- I missed Halloween and the first Hogsmeade trip?!!" He nodded. "Yup, it was last week." "So if I've been in here that long, why haven't they transfered me?" I asked curiously. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "They're waiting for you to get worse, they say that the illness or whatever it is will come around soon." Now I was scared.
"Do you think... I could die from the disease?" He put his hand up and shook his head. "Don't talk like that, okay? It's bad enough Moony is scared, if he hears you saying that, he'll lose all hope." I nodded. Remus was probably one of the nicest boys I've ever meant and it was my fault he was going through that. I had to make it better for him, not worse, like he did for me.
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"No! Please no!" my mother screamed as Dad took out his wand. "I take it back! Please stop!" she begged. But Dad advanced, and drove by anger, he shot the first spell at her that came to his mind. Mum fell, dead before she ever hit the ground. And Dad, realizing what he'd done, fell with her. Then the Aurors showed up. They took both Mum and Dad away from me, without knowing I had been watching from the curtains the whole time.
I woke up screaming in a different place than before. I had had those dreams before, when I lived alone during the end of the summertime.
I realized that I was in a white room with white sheets over me. Basically everything was white. I guessed I was in St. Mungos. I never really got why hospitals made everything white. If someone was bleeding wouldn't it stain the sheets? It's just like, what're you thinking?!
I threw of the sheets and checked my leg. They had changed my bandages. They were already bloody. "Great." I sighed, flopping back down onto the pillows. I just wanted to get out of this place. If you knew me really well, you'd know that I loath places like this.
I heard a knock on the white door. It looked like a doctor or nurse or someone who was obviously taking care of me. "Come in." He opened the door and walked over to me. "Hello Bree, I'm Dr. Winston." He held his wand in his right hand. Was he scared of me? I looked at the wand frightened. He laughed. "Oh, don't worry, I'm not gonna test you or anything like that just yet, I'm here to ask you questions, and, if you want, you can ask me some."
He sat down in one of the chairs beside my bed. "Okay..., you go first." I said. "Alright...." He sat up strait adjusting his robes. "How's your leg feeling?" "Well, it hurts a bit, but other than that, I think it's okay." He smiled. "Perfect." Something about his manner creeped me out.
"Is everything working normally?" "Well, yeah." I laughed, then I realized that not everything was. "Except for my brain. I don't really know why, but the nightmares I had this summer are coming back." He nodded and became very serious. "Did anyone in particular stop and start those nightmares?" "How could...?" But then I remembered.
"He did." I whispered. He had been the only one who'd listened to me, made me feel like it would all be okay and then he crashed. He wasn't there anymore. He'd shoved me to the ground when he saw my fear, he probably hated me. Forget probably. He did hate me. But I still missed him. I wanted him back.
"I need Him." I felt the tears starting to well up in my eyes. I didn't want to cry again over some boy, but I couldn't help it. "Whose Him?" Dr. Winston asked. I couldn't say his name. It hurt to even think it. I just burried my face in my hands and started to cry, wishing He was there to tell me it was gonna be all right, but He wasn't. And after Dr. Winston left, I was officially alone.
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