The Past meets the Future at Hogwarts (Part 2)

Chapter 10: Victoria

The Halloween feast was amazing. It definitely was much better than the year before. Great entertainment, wonderful food, no troll.

I was floating on cloud nine as I left which should have been the first hint that my world was about to crash down around me.

Tristan and I were walking together, following the crowd. We were trying to scare Owen by doing something. We hadn't thought that far. He was quite far ahead of us though.

There was a dead standstill in the hallway, and Tristan and I elbowed our way to the front. I didn't like what I saw.

Bianca was squatting over a body on the floor. Filch was yelling about his cat somewhere in the background, but I looked closer at the person Bianca was hiding.

It took me two seconds to see who it was. I recognized his hair first and couldn't stop myself as I screamed and rushed forward. There was the sound of plumbing breaking and more water leaked out onto the floor, but I didn't care.

I crashed down next to Zagan's lifeless body and cried. He wouldn't leave me like this. He had promised a long time ago not to leave me. He couldn't be gone now. My breathing quickened, and my hands started shaking. I felt Bianca place a hand on my shoulder, but if she was talking, I couldn't hear it.

"Dear, we need to take him," I heard Dumbledore say in my ear. I blinked hard once, tears filling my eyes once again.

"I...I...I have..I have to go with him," I choked out keeping my hand on his hand and not bothering to move yet.

"I understand that, you can come with us."

I nodded and stood with Bianca's help, not moving away from Zagan at all. With a little help from magic Zagan was lifted, and we were off.

I sat in the corner of the office with Zagan stroking his hair softly, praying that no one found that weird for just friends. Not that I really cared. If we came out as being in a relationship right now, I wouldn't care. I could handle the judgement. This was for Zagan, not for anyone else.

Dumbledore was talking, but I didn't pay attention till he softly took my hand and moved it off of Zagan's. I flinched, choked, and almost smaked Dumbledore at the same time. "He's merely petrified. He needs the same potion as Mrs. Norris. He will be okay."

"I'll make it...I'll go now...I'm really good at that kind of thing. Please let me out," I choked out. Snape looked ticked and said something about being the potions master and that he would do it, but he was looking at Lockhart when he said it. That didn't stop him from shooting a glare in my direction.

"That's all right, dear. No need for you to worry about that. How about you leave with the others here?" Dumbeldore tried to lead me away toward Bianca who had a hand out to help me leave.

I stayed rooted to the spot, "I..I......Can't...Can't leave him," I stuttered, looking up at Dumbledore through glassy eyes. I felt the tears still rolling down my cheeks.

Dumbledore continued trying to pull me out of the room, but I hit his arm out of the way, rather hard. I would apologize later, maybe.

"I'll take her with the boy to Madam Pomphrey. Might be best to have eyes on her tonight anyways. No one should be alone in a state like this," Professor McGonagall said once the others had left.

Dumbledore nodded as McGonagall led me out of the room. She took us as quickly as possible to the hospital wing. Once there, she dropped Zagan off on the bed and conjured a comfortable chair for me. "I'm not wrong to think you will be spending quite a lot of time here. You should at least do so in comfort. I'm so sorry this happened. Please, know that you have a two day extension on the essay I assigned yesterday. Try and get some sleep."

With that, McGonagall went to talk to Madam Pomphrey, and I grabbed Zagan's hand again. I noticed something gleaming in his other hand that I hadn't noticed before. It was an old silver knife he always had on him since he ran into a group of werewolves. I took the knife and slid it into my robes pocket before laying my head on his chest and sobbing. I missed him. I missed him, and it had been less than an hour.

I didn't sleep despite what McGonagall had said. I sobbed for most of the night until I couldn't cry anymore. Then I just sat trembling as I lay against him. Why did it have to be him? It should have been me. Yeah, definitely should have been me. But why was he in that corridor to begin with. No one ever went down there. Unless Hecate sent him there. If she had I would stop this quest right now. I'd take the first train from Hogwarts back to London and live the next few years like a regular mortal.

But I couldn't do that, even if Hecate did pull some strings. I was the worst type of puppet, unable to do anything. I couldn't leave. Not when I still had a chance to get Zagan back. I couldn't make him go through that. He wouldn't ever feel the way I felt right now, and if he had already, then I felt really really bad. I just wanted to talk to him once again. Hug him, kiss him, just be with him. Gods this was the worst, and I knew that it was only the beginning.