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

Danger

I woke up with Hermione sitting beside me. As she saw I was awake she immediately removed the bandage from my leg and arm. I must have hurt myself when I fell. I saw the big wounds where Hermione put some kind of potion on. It stung. She looked at me and said.

"I'm sorry, madame Pomphrey told me to put it on if you were awake."

"It's okay. Thank you"

Hermione gave me a tiny smile.

"Where's Dumbledore? I have to talk to him."

Her tiny smile disappeared when I said that.

"Jade, you're okay now. There's no danger."

How could she be so stupid.

"Hermione, listen. I'm not joking, we're all in danger. Professor Quirrell is not just Quirrel, he's possessed."

She gave me that look again. The one saying, you have no idea what you're talking about.

"Voldemort. He's possessed by Voldemort." I whispered.

I saw her flinch as she heard his name.

"I'll get madame Pomprey."

I sat up and grabbed her arm.

"Hermione, you have to believe me. I need to tell professor Dumbledore. Please?"

She thought about it for a second and then whispered.

"Alright, follow me, but after I'm going to bring you straight back."

I nodded and when madame Pomphrey wasn't looking we walked out.

We walked through the halls and climbed the stairs to the seventh floor. Once there we realized we didn't know the password.

" I'll ask professor Mcgonagall, stay here."

"Hermione you can't leave me alone, what if professor Quirrel comes?"

I was freaking out, what if he would find me?

"Jade, nothing is going to happen, okay? Just wait here, I'll be right back."

I waited at the entry of Dumbledore's office, looking around, scared of every single sound. Luckily nothing happened and I saw Hermione coming back. She whispered the password and I ran upstairs, Hermione trying to keep up. I didn't even take the time to knock, I just stormed in and started talking hysterically.

"Professor Dumbledore, we're all in danger. Voldemort is in Hogwarts. He put the Imperius curse on me, well actually it was professor Quirrell. He's possessed by Voldemort. We need to do something before it's too late."

He looked at Hermione and she left. He said something I'd never expected.

"Miss Wendall, you need to lay it aside for a little. I'll look into this. Don't tell anyone till we're sure, okay?"

Didn't he know about those three students? He didn't believe me. I couldn't just do nothing.

The mirror, that's it! Voldemort was interested in the mirror. I had to go there again and ask that boy. Ehhm, Neville, I think. I had to figure out what Voldemort wanted.

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