Chasing Dreams (A Harry Potter Marauder fanfiction)

The First Warning

I toss and turn in bed, trying to sleep. Sighing in frustration, I make one last attempt, closing my eyes. He image immediately flashes up in my mind- a deep, scarred, gash across my pale skin, probably twisting my eye and making my whole face warped. The guy who punched me must have been wearing a ring, because he managed to slice my face. Before everyone had left, they all all individually reassured me that it was fine and James even said it "makes me look fierce. Like a battle warrior." I smiled at the though, but it didn't take away the stinging pain or the constant feeling that I was a warped, disgruntled monster. My eyes fluttered open at the groan from the bed next to me, and I blinked a few times to wake myself up properly. Not that I had actually managed to sleep a minute all night. "Bloody tosspot. With her ice." "I know." It was the two boys from earlier, who had been bullying Sam. "It's weird." "We should tell Dumbledore. Maybe she'll get expelled!" He spat, his voice laced with malice and mischief. But not the good kind of mischief, like Sirius, this was a bad mischief. "That'd be great. She'd never come after us again." The first voice smiles. I roll my eyes as I hear them talking about- as if those two were smart enough to get me expelled. Besides, it was their word against mind, and they had bullied Sam; he could be my witness. "Let's get some sleep. We can talk to Dumbledore in the morning." As the room quietened down, I smirked, an idea coming to me. I slowly threw my feet over the edge of my bed, slipping them into the slippers beside my bed. I placed a hand over the scar on my cheek and stood at the side of the boys bed. The memory replayed in my head a hundred times over, as clear and sharp as the first time. Sam struggling on the floor, hoisting himself up. Me, blood now dripping down my lip and the slash on my face widening. And the two other boys, knocked out and unconscious on the floor. And the last boy, his silver, pointy ring flashing as his fist swings through the air, connecting with my cheek. I feel like I'm going mad, and remind myself not to be stupid. I stare intently at his hand, wondering if I could freeze it permanently. I swirl my hand around and make a small flurry of ice appear, floating beside my hand. Pressing my hand against it, it gently drifts forward, encompassing his large hand and thick wrist. All I have to do is snap my fingers and his hand will be out of use forever, meaning he'd never hurt Sam again. The thought presses against my mind, making my heart beat as I decide wether or not to do it. I'm cut off by a brisk set of footsteps and a slower, more relaxed one. I sprint back to bed and dismiss the ice, swishing it away with my hand. "It's very dangerous, Albus. If something were to go wrong.." A thin voice trailed off. It was Professor McGonagal. "Nothing will go wrong, Professor. I'm sure Skye is well capable of controlling it." "If you say so." McGonagal answered. Dumbledore and McGonagal entered the hospital wing, walking side by side towards the three beds. "What about the boy? He saw." "We will have to persuade him to keep quiet about that, I'm afraid. And simply trust in him to keep our faith." "And if he does not?" McGonagal asked anxiously. "I often find that people may surprise you, but when it comes to trust, you more often surprise yourself." Dumbledore answered softly. "I suggest you get some rest, Minerva. Goodnight." He added in response to her questioning look, her eyes worried beneath furrowed brows. "Goodnight, Albus." She replied, walking briskly away. I see all this through the crack of my two eyes being opened ever so slightly. Unfortunately, my undercover wasn't as good as I had hoped/ Dumbledore turns to me, his blue eyes twinkling in the moonlight shining through the windows. His eye bored are raised, and I know he knows I heard every word they just said. "Skye Amelia Turner." He says quietly, walking over, his hands crossed over each other. "Professor, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, I just couldn't sleep and-" "Not to worry." He silences me by holding up his hand. "But I must warn you, Skye." Dumbledore tells me, his voice now serious as he sits on the edge of my bed. "The magic you posses is a dangerous kind. Learn to control it." Standing up, he adds with a smile. "I trust you heard what I said to Professor McGonagal, about trust?" He asks. I nod quietly. "I believe the same advice can be said for your situation with Mr. Black and his friends." He says with an amused wink, as if he's in on an inside joke. Before he leaves, Dumbledore turns back one last time to face me, his face softened with a smile and his eyes twinkling. "Oh, and on the subject of Mr. Potter." Dumbledore holds up hi hand as if to remind himself of something before he leaves. "He's right you know, about that scar on your face. It does make you look rather fierce."