Harry Potter: Forgotten By Those He Loves

Trust.

Aaron's POV(Continuing from last chapter)

I walked off to my class, I felt my face heat up. I can't be blushing, right? No. I'm just hot, yeah I'm just hot. I rushed off to Potions so I wasn't that late, I should have left earlier but I didn't mind.

As I stepped into potions, every single face turned to me: Pay attention, you idiots! Sighing, I found the last seat near the front, and wrote what was on the board. Ow, a piece of paper wacked into my head. Opening the note, I saw the word I hated the most: Faggot. I immediately looked up to see who did it, I saw people pointing at me and chuckling. I literally fast walked over to another first year and SMASH!. Blood dripping from his nose, he's lucky I don't know any powerful spells.

"Don't call me that again!" I smacked his face as hard as I  could. Granting my stuff and heading to the door, I turned around to look at the person who did this, "Your an idiot, who doesn't know what love stands for."
I slammed the door and sprinted down the hallways to where I saw Slade last, unluckily his friends were there. Even though it took me a while, I managed to look confident and walked over to them. Next thing I know is that Slade's friends have their wands pointed at me, my face immediately fell. I awaited the pain but it never came, but instead a scream came from Slade. My eyes snapped to where he was and to see who it was, all I saw was a some random older student standing behind Slade's friends.

"Slade!" I think it was Calcifer who shouted his name, while Harry put one of Slade's arms around him while I put Slade's other arm around me.

"So... Aaron, when were you and Slade friends?" Harry asked as we sprinted down the hall, Slade's other friends behind us.

"Earlier today actually, I apologised to him, he has forgiven me and now we're friends." I replied as we opened the doors that hold the hospital wing behind them...

"Help!" I screamed, the nurse came rushing over telling his friends to wait  in the waiting area as Harry and I placed him on one of the beds and left after we told Mr.Thron(The Nurse) what happened.

"How is he?" Calcifer asked, we both shrugged as we sat down: well Harry did, I just stood up leaning on the wall.

"Since when were you friends with Sla-" one of them asked, before I interrupted them.

"This morning." I mumbled, "I'm sorry but I don't know your names." I rubbed my neck sheepishly.

"Oh, well I'm Stella."

"Ivy."

"Mar."

"Savannah."

"Calcifer."

"Harry."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Aaron." I said shaking their hands.

A couple of minutes later, the nurse came in with a sad look on hidnface.

"Is he okay?" I asked, he shook his head. No.... he's okay! He has to be!

"He's not dead!" He told us, phew... "But he is in a coma."

"No...." Calcifer whispered, all of us sat in a thick blanket of sorrow and silence. The news blew up in front of us, he's actually in a coma....

"You have to be joking! This is some sort of sick joke, please tell me it's a joke." Ivy shouted, the nurse shook his head and left the room....

He's in a coma.....