The Girl Unknown *A Harry Potter Story*

Meeting with McGonagall

Once I'd calmed down, I went back and met up with Harry and Hermione, Professor Lupin somewhere behind me. "Potter! Granger! Tighearnach! I want to see you three!" Professor McGonagall called out to us, making her way to us. "Are you okay?" Harry asked, noticing the tear streaks on my face. I nodded, gesturing to move toward McGonagall. We fought our way over, dread setting in. The professor always had a way of making us feel like we were in trouble for something. "There's no need to look so worried — I just want a word in my office," she told us. "Move along there, Weasley." she told him as she ushered us away from the crowd. The four of us went across the entrance hall up the marble staircase, and along a corridor. 

When we made it to her office, which was a small room with a large, welcoming fire, Professor McGonagall motioned for us to sit down. I curled up in the beanbag chair that I'd asked her to get our first year. She settled herself behind her desk after making sure that we were settled. "Professor Lupin sent an owl ahead to say that you were taken ill on the train, Potter. Tighearnach." She said abruptly. Before either of us could reply, there was a soft knock on the door and Madam Pomfrey came in. Harry and I were red in the face. It was bad enough we'd passed out on the train, or whatever the hell that was, without all the fuss. "I'm fine," Harry said. "I don't need anything —" he continued. "Oh, it's you, is it?" Madam Pomfrey asked, ignoring Harry's protest, bending down to examine him. "Miss Tighearnach as well." Professor McGonagall added. "I suppose the two of you have been doing something dangerous again?" Madam Pomfrey asked. 

"It was a Dementor, Poppy," Professor McGonagall stated. They exchanged a dark look, one that said that they were mad about that situation too, and Madam Pomfrey clucked disapprovingly. "Setting Dementors around a school," she muttered, pushing back Harry's hair and feeling his forehead, before doing the same thing to me. "They won't be the last ones who collapse. Yes, they're all clammy. Terrible things, they are, and the effect they have on people who are already delicate —" "We're not delicate!" Harry and I said, aggravated. "Of course you're not," Madam Pomfrey said absentmindedly, now taking our pulse.

"What do they need?" Professor McGonagall asked. "Bed rest? Should they perhaps spend tonight in the hospital wing?" "I'm fine!" Harry said, jumping up. I didn't say anything because I knew that Madam Pomfrey knew what was best, regardless of what I wanted. However, for Harry, the thought of what Malfoy would say if he had to go would be torturous. "Well, he should have some chocolate, at the very least," Madam Pomfrey said as she tried to peer into Harry's eyes. "We've already had some," I said. "Professor Lupin gave us some. He gave it to all of us." Harry added. "Did he, now?" Madam Pomfrey asked approvingly. "So we've finally got a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who knows his remedies?" "Are you sure you feel alright, Potter?" Professor McGonagall asked sharply. "Yes," Harry replied. "Very well. How about you, Ms. Tighearnach?" she asked, turning to me. "I think a good night's rest will be what I need. Madam Pomfrey, could I get a dreamless sleep potion?" I stated, turning to direct the question to Madam Pomfrey. She nodded, going to get the potion. "Very well. Kindly wait outside while I have a quick word with Miss Granger about her course schedule, then we can go down to the feast together." Professor McGonagall stated to us. 

Harry and I went into the corridor with Madam Pomfrey, who went back to the hospital wing to get the dreamless sleep potion for me. We only had to wait a few minutes before Hermione reappeared, seeming extremely happy about something, followed by Professor McGonagall. She made sure we were all okay before we made our way back down the marble staircase to the Great Hall.