The Past is the Future

CHAPTER 6. - REALISATION

2nd of September 1975, Hospital Wing, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

I woke up with a start. The room I was in looked so familiar and yet so unfamiliar at the same time. But then my sight focused on a pair of silvery grey eyes. Those beautiful and alluring eyes, staring straight back at me. I nearly gasped. It couldn't be, I thought...

"Padfoot..." I whispered barely audibly. "Padfoot, is that really you?"

Sirius? Sirius Black? My mind was screaming.

The the people standing behind him gasped.

Sirius felt as if bucket of cold water had just been tipped over him. He was speechless. A million questions were running through his mind. Who was she? How did she know him? What happened to her? Why was she here?

But he wasn't able to form a coherent sentence.

"What?" was all that Sirius managed to say.

But I was already getting out of bed, half stumbling and half falling. And if it wasn't for Sirius reacting quickly and catching me, I would have surely fallen and hurt herself more.

Madam Pomfrey, who was now aware of the commotion in the Hospital Wing, came out of her office.

"What exactly are you doing here?" she shouted at the Marauders.

And then she noticed me writhing and struggling in Sirius' arms.

"What is the meaning of this?" she shouted even more. "She is supposed to be resting in bed!"

"We just came here to check on her." said James.

"But then she woke up and nearly fell out of bed." added Remus.

But Madam Pomfrey wasn't listening to them. She was already at the my side, supporting me and trying to put me back in bed.

"Are you alright my dear?" she asked me. "Are you in any pain?"

"Where am I?" I cried, not answering her questions. "What is the date?"

"My dear, are you sure you're alright?" frowned Madam Pomfrey.

"Please, tell me where I am, tell what the date is!" I pressed on. I was more frantic and desperate for an answer by the moment.

"Well of course it's the 2nd of September 1975. And you're obviously at Hogwarts school." said Madam Pomfrey.

I gasped. So it was true: I had gone back in time and I was at Hogwarts. I couldn't believe it... I needed to speak to Dumbledore as soon as possible to explain my situation. But then again, would he believe me...

Then she turned to the boys. "Are you sure she didn't fall out of bed and hit her head?" The boys shook their heads vigorously.

"Alright dear..." said Madam Pomfrey more gently and turning back to me. "Now let me help you to bed and to lie down, there's a good girl. "

"Please, I need to speak to Headmaster Dumbledore." I said with a shaky but determined voice.

Madam Pomfrey gasped. "How do you know Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"It doesn't matter! I need to speak to him, quickly! It's urgent! Please!" I demanded again.

I was nearly hysterical and I was staring to hyperventilate.

"Oh alright..." sighed Madam Pomfrey. "But please, breathe! That's right inhale and exhale, there's a good girl! And drink this, it'll help make you feel better!"

I stared at her. Madam Pomfrey had what seemed like a dozen vials of different potions in her arms.

She carried a blood-replenishing potion, calming draught, pepperup potion, strength potion and many other potions I didn't recognise.

"Here drink it!" she said sternly, while uncorking one vial and passing it to me.

I sniffed it. A foul and unpleasant smell wafted into my nostrils and I scrunched up my nose in disgust.

"There is no way I am drinking that!" I said.

"What did you say?" frowned Madam Pomfrey, narrowing her eyes at me.

"I said I'm not drinking that! It's disgusting!"

"You are if you want to get better!"

"No!" I shouted, but before I could protest any further, Madam Pomfrey poured the potion into my open mouth.

I gagged and then I spat it out.

"Eww, that tastes nasty!" I cried, wiping my lips with my hand.

"Well what did you expect it to taste like?" inquired Madam Pomfrey irritably. "Pumpkin juice?"

I reluctantly took another sip, then another and then I drank the remaining potions. Eventhough they were disgusting, they seemed to help.

Just then I noticed some boys standing behind Sirius as if unsure of what to do. They all looked quite worried and all I could do was offer them was a weak smile.

"Hello..." said Sirius uncertainly.

"Hi..."

"Umm... Are you alright?" he asked softly.

"Yes I think so."

"What's your name?"

And at that question, I panicked.

"Umm... My name is... Yes! Angelica White!"

I said the first name that popped into my head.

I saw the boys exchanging glances, but didn't think anything of it.

To my relief, at that exact moment Dumbledore followed by McGonagall entered the Hospital Wing.

Dumbledore was just like I pictured him: an old wise and kind grandfather like wizard with a long white beard and hair and mysterious twinkling blue eyes behind his half moon spectacles, sitting at the bridge of his long and crooked nose. He was wearing robes in the most atrocious shade of purple with a matching embroidered cap sitting on his head. McGonagall was the opposite: a strict and severe looking woman, but I knew that behind that mask was a kind intelligent brave and extraordinary witch. She was also wearing glasses but hers sat low on her nose, her hair was in a tight bun at the top of her head and she was wearing simple but elegant emerald green robes.

"Ah, good morning!" Dumbledore greeted me warmly.

He stood next to my bed, studying me with interest.

I squirmed a little under his gaze.

"Good morning..." I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking and feeling intimidated by the great wizard standing in front of me.

"Would you excuse us for a moment please?" he said, turning to the Marauders. They slowly and reluctantly backed out of the room. Madam Pomfrey just nodded and disappeared inside her office.

"Now..." said Dumbledore, his blue eyes twinkling. "Would you mind telling us a bit about you?

"I don't really know where to begin..." I said, feeling more stupid by the moment.

"The beginning is usually the best place to start. " he said.

I nodded and then took a deep breath. This is it, I told myself. Now or never. I just hope he believes...

"You see Headmaster..." I started uncertainly. "I am a muggle and I am from the future."

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