The girl that couldn't be sorted (Year 1)

Hospital wing

I woke up in the hospital wing with Hermione sitting beside me. I wanted to scream and cry but nothing was working. I wanted to hug Hermione and tell her what happened.

"Jade! You're awake. Finally, I've been waiting forever. Are you alright? What happened?" she said.

I wanted to tell her, shout it out, but instead I heard myself saying: " I'm fine. I went to grab some air but I fell. I must have passed out."

" Yeah, I'm glad professor Quirrell found you"

Quirrell, it's all his fault. I just wanted to scream it out. Quirrell is a traitor! He's helping the Dark Lord! Do something, please...

My mouth was shut and my body wasn't listening. I was stuck. There was no way out. Maybe everyone was right about me, maybe I am going to be the reason for the ending of the world. But then at least it wasn't really me, it's Voldemort. He's controlling me. He has found a way into Hogwarts.

I was stuck in my thoughts till Hermione said "Are you okay, you look a little off?"

I wanted to shout it out but I heard my voice doing something different again. "Oh yeah, I'm fine." I was not fine! Everything hurt. I was crying, dying inside. Just let me out!

"Oh, okay. You know you can talk to me right?"

I knew I could trust her but I wasn't in control so I said in a tone full of sarcasm "Yeah right..."

She gave me a confused frown and I said "Like, I don't even know you."

I was shocked, did I really just say that? Did I really do that? No, this is just that DAMN curse!!! Right...

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