The Girl Who Lived

The Party

I wake up in a whole lot of pain. My wound burns. I don't like being hurt. I mean, no one does, but especially me. I have a high pain tolerance, but I don't like not being able to do stuff I normally do. Mum used to say that I was the biggest baby. I would refuse to take bed rest and end up making the situation worse. I smile a little, thinking of how much trouble I gave Mum and Dad. And, I'm clumsy, so I get hurt a lot. I wonder what their last thoughts were. I wonder what their last moments were. I still don't know what happened to them. I think Bellatrix killed them. Or, maybe a different Death Eater did. I hope they died quickly. I pray that she didn't torture them before. Why me? Why would she kill my family? Stop. I can't think of that right now. Why did I find myself in the midst of many mysteries? It's mid-April now. That means I'm supposed to get captured in roughly a month and a half. I still haven't found anything out. I'm running out of time. I don't like just sitting here and doing nothing! Do you know how exhausting it is to just...await your death date and know that there's absolutely nothing that you can do to stop it? It's like someone telling you exactly when and how you're going to die. You wouldn't be able to sleep well, would you? Dumbledore's hiding something that I need to know. Why won't he tell me? It can't be that bad, can it? I groan and roll out of bed. I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth quickly. I take my shirt off sorely and examine my wound. My jaw drops. It's all purple and bruised. There's some pus oozing out of it as well. It's a bit swollen too.  Shit. It's infected! How the fuck did this happen? I search through my memory. Shit. I never washed the wound or my hands before taking the Dittany. Shoot. This is why I'll never be a healer. How to treat an infected wound? I have no idea! I scowl and put a new shirt on. I grab a bandaid and put it over the wound for now. I don't know what else to do! I'm not a healer, and I can't exactly seek medical attention. I change my pants too and go down to the Great Hall, internally wincing with each step I take. My breathing is uneven, so I put all my focus on keeping it even. As I enter the Great Hall, someone grabs my shoulder. I turn back and wince. Jack. "Drink this," He orders. He's holding a vial and presses it against my lips. I drink it and cough. It tastes terrible. What is it? He didn't poison me or something, did he? "Helps with the pain," He explains and goes off to his seat. I cough and sit with my friends. "Where were you yesterday? What did Wolf give you?" Harry demands. "You look pale. What happened, Kira?" Shoot. What do I say?

"Nothing, Harry. I'd tell you if it were important, wouldn't I? I promise it wasn't anything...bad or whatever. I just felt like ditching. And I guess I'm not feeling too well. Nothing a quick breakfast wouldn't fix." He looks at me, uncertain, but doesn't press on. I feel really bad for lying to him, once again, but what could I even tell him when I don't even know the full story? Dumbledore clinks his glass. "Students. I have...some news," He says. Jack and I make eye contact. I'm paranoid. "Last night, there was a murder." My heart stops. I start panicking. How did they find him? Shit. Shit. Shit. We're in trouble. I'm going to Azkaban, aren't I? Okay, shut up. Worrying like this won't do you any good. He doesn't know who did it. If he did, Jack and I would be arrested by now. The entire hall shuts up. You could literally hear a drop of water. That's how silent it is. "And, we highly encourage you to come forward if you have any information pertaining to this. The ministry officials are looking into this, and that's why you will be seeing them in the castle for the next few days." I avoid looking at Jack. That makes me look suspicious. This is not good. How did they find the body? I guess Jack didn't do a great job in hiding it. Oh, shit. I'm technically an accomplice. This isn't good. It's taking all of my effort to be inconspicuous. How does one try to not look guilty? Okay, I need to start thinking of something else. Something that's not related to this. I try to join my friends' conversation, but I can't focus at all. "Kira, are you sure you're okay? You're acting a bit strange," Harry says.

"There's a murderer on the loose. I'm worried. What if he has something to do with my abduction?"

"It's probably Sirius Black," Oliver points out. Oh, shoot. I didn't mean to make him seem suspicious. Hermione shakes her head, "No, it's a knife that was from the kitchens. And there's been so much security here recently. There's no way that Sirius Black got past all that. It's definitely a student...or a staff member." At least Uncle Padfoot won't be blamed for this.