Unsorted [COMPLETED] {Harry Potter - Wizarding World}

chapter 10

No. No way. There was absolutely no way that the woman who gave me life, who my father loved was a dark witch. But she was also the woman who disappeared out of our lives before I could know her, who left my father alone with three children, who couldn't be spoken about in our home like Voldemort himself.

Within seconds, I discovered that I did in fact partially belong to my house and it was ripped away from me instantly when that blood within me was evil. Filthy, traitorous blood. My mother, working for him. I didn't know what to do with myself.

I left Oliver standing in the hallway as I sprinted at full speed towards the nearest bathroom. I ducked inside quickly, bursting into the closest stall and bowing my head over the toilet as I repelled the acid from my stomach. I hadn't eaten a thing in twenty-four hours so my throat burned, making everything just as painful as the one in my chest where my heart was.

"Kyla, are you okay?" I heard Hermione's voice behind me. She must have seen me running. I didn't respond, not by choice as I continued to retch into the toilet. The stall door pushed open and I felt Hermione's hand rubbing circles on my upper back. I felt disgusting, dirty, like my blood had been replaced with mud.

"What's going on here then?" The whoosh of Moaning Myrtle, the ghost of the bathroom, flying straight through me knocked me sideways slightly as I had no energy to hold myself up.

"Not now, Myrtle. Please." I begged between retches.

"Hmph, nobody ever comes to see me. They just come and use MY bathroom, can't even talk to me for five minutes." She whined.

"She's a bit preoccupied, Myrtle." Hermione said politely. Myrtle huffed again before whooshing off to a separate part of the bathroom and singing, more like shrieking, some awful tune.

"Thanks." I said, groggily as I took some tissue and wiped my mouth. Hermione leaned over me and flushed the chain whilst I sat on the floor on the stall with my head in my hands.

Hermione didn't press me with questions which I appreciated however she did help me up and practically carry me to the Great Hall, telling me I had to eat something. I wasn't hungry but I didn't have the energy to argue. She walked me towards the end of the hall where Harry and Ron were sat already at the Gryffindor table. Luckily, it was still early and not many people were here yet so I didn't resist.

"Oh blimey, you look awful." Ron stated rather honestly. Hermione slapped his arm.

"Eat this." Hermione buttered a bread roll and handed it to me. I stared blankly at it for a while, completely ignoring every single thing around me. I felt like my whole world had been knocked off its pedestal and was rolling down a steep hill.

"What happened?" Harry asked but I didn't answer, my eyes had filled with tears and I couldn't speak. Harry looked to Hermione for an answer.

"I was walking this way and I saw her run into the toilet. She was throwing up for a while and I thought she might need some food as she's awfully pale and gaunt, but I'm not entirely sure it was the right idea. Maybe I should have taken her straight to Madam Pomfrey." Hermione said. I could hear them but nothing was going in. The bread roll fell from my hand and clanged on the plate, causing me to jump and a tear to fall from my eye. I quickly wiped my face with my sleeve.

"Kyla." It was Oliver. He had told me not to come near Harry and it was the first thing I'd done, admittedly barely by choice. "I'll take her."

"She needs to eat." Hermione said, snapping slightly.

"I'll bring her something." Oliver retorted back. Harry stayed silent. Things had only just smoothed out between him and Oliver after the scene in the infirmary before and he didn't want to ruin the Quidditch season by creating rifts in the team.

Trying to make things easier, I pushed myself up from my seat and walked towards Oliver but before I could make it there, I felt my legs give way and his arms swoop under mine to catch me. Just as he picked me up bridal style, my eyes shut and stayed there.

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"I think it's becoming a real issue, Professor. She is making herself sick." I could hear the voices before I woke up. It was Madam Pomfrey.

"She is very emotional at the moment." That was Dumbledore.

"Emotional? Emotional! You men!" Madam Pomfrey was outraged. "She's starving herself to get away from those horrible children."

"I am working on a solution, Poppy." said Dumbledore.

"Oh don't Poppy me, Albus. This child is sick, mentally sick. I will keep her here if I have to." said Pomfrey.

"Maybe that would be good for now-"

Before I could listen further, I shot up bed desperate for something to throw up into. Pomfrey shot Dumbledore a glare before immediately running over with a small metal bucket. I threw up nothing, my throat burned again. When I looked up, Dumbledore was gone again.

"Silly men...with their.. silly, silly men," Madam Pomfrey muttered to herself as I hovered my head over the bucket. "That's it, my dear."

Eventually, she helped me lay back down and I barely had the energy to think. I wasn't sure how long I'd shut my eyes for this time but when they reopened, I saw several blurry figures around my bed. As I blinked, they became clearer.

I noticed Dumbledore had returned first, it was hard not to when a tall wizard with a purple hat and robes with a giant white beard was stood at the end of your bed. He was talking to someone but I saw Oliver next. He had his head down on the side of the bed, perched on a seat and holding my hand. I couldn't help but try to squeeze it back.

"She's awake." His head shot up, making me jump slightly. I allowed myself to blink my eyes completely clear and the figure next to Dumbledore became completely apparent.

"Dad?" I muttered, my voice was raspy as my throat singed. He walked closer, sitting down on the opposite side of the bed to Oliver. "What are you doing here?"

"You're sick, Ky. You're sick and we've been... rather remiss." Dad said, glancing towards Madam Pomfrey who was almost burning a hole into him. My head was in a fuss, I was confused. Dumbledore had sent for my Father? What did Dad mean?

"Professor Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey didn't think it was wise that you travelled back for Christmas." Oliver explained, seeing the confusion in my eyes. But they don't like me? Why are they here? Then I remembered what Oliver had told me.

"Why?" I muttered out to my Dad.

"Why what?" He questioned.

"Why didn't you tell me about her?" I croaked. My Dad looked towards Oliver who had a look of fear in his eye. He wasn't supposed to tell me about her but he did. Dad sighed, taking my hand in his own and pressing it to his lips to kiss.

"I was scared. It's terrifying to think you really know someone, to marry them, have children with them, plan the rest of your lives with them and then," He stopped to take a deep breath. "Then, they do the unthinkable thing. I blamed myself. You always reminded me of her, how she was before and I didn't know what to do with myself when you were sorted into Slytherin."

"But you raised me, not her. You knew me. You both knew me." The emotions came flowing out of me again. I had no energy to stop myself crying. I took my hands back from them and pulled the blanket up over my face and curled up into a ball on the hospital bed. I cried so hard into the pillow that I made myself feel dizzy.

"Enough! Enough!" Madam Pomfrey came over, furious. "Out, everyone out. I'm fed up with you BOYS giving this poor little girl nothing but sadness. Out until I say so. No Albus, I won't be considerate of the family. She is my patient. Get out!"