October 19, 1996
She rubbed her lips together, not feeling the best. She felt something unusual. She felt as if something bad was about to happen.
She wrote how she felt in her diary. Something she did hate at one point. She bit her lip and sighed. A subtle fog left her mouth as it started to get chilly in mid October days.
Her head spun to Ron's laughter. He came running and stood panting. "What are you so happy for?" She asked Ron, annoyed that he ruined her train of thought.
"It's Malfoy" Ron chuckled. She stood up and walked to him. "What- what about Malfoy?" She panicked. Ron eyed her weirdly before laughing again. "He's in the hospital wing. Rumour has it that he was found having a seizure" Ron smiled. She scoffed and pushed Ron out of the way before sprinting across the corridors. She knew something bad happened.
She ran where her feet could take her. The hospital wing. She had no clue why she was so worried about him, but she did.
Yesterday he seemed fine. What caused this? She huffed and standing outside the wing. What was she going to say when she gets in? Oh I'm worried, are you okay? Or I care about you, wha-
Care? About Malfoy? She shook her head and turned on her heels. She doesn't care for Malfoy. Never. Foul blood runs through. Sirius' killer's blood runs through Malfoy. She can't care for him. Clenching her fists, she strutted off.
"Quick, Poppy. Do something. The boy could die" McGonagall hissed. She halted. Her eyes went wide and she rushed towards the wing's door. She peeked through the gap and her eyes tightened.
Malfoy's body was shaking vigorously. Non stop. Her hands started to convulse. Her lips quivered. Nott and Zabini were seen in the corner of the room, looking disturbed and worried.
Malfoy didn't stop shaking. She gulped. White foam started to drip out of his mouth. His eyes rolled back. She gasped. She pushed through the doors. Their eyes snapped to her.
She ran to Malfoy's weak, cold, shaking body and placed her hand on his. She abruptly looked up at Nott and said "help me turn him over". Nott clenched his jaw but listened.
They rolled Malfoy's body to the side and she desperately looked around the wing for something prickly or sharp. She bit her tongue when she couldn't find anything. "Sharp or prickly. Do anyone of you have anything sharp of prickly?" She blurted.
Zabini dug into his pockets and threw her a set of keys. Perfect. Just what she needed. She huffed and grabbed Malfoy's hand. She stuffed the keys into his hand and clenched them. Pressing his palms hard into the keys. He didn't stop shaking. "Malfoy" she whispered. "No".
She looked up at Madam Pomfrey. She ran her hand through her hair and accidentally placed a hand on his cheek. Malfoy's shaking slowed down and came to a full stop. She sighed heavily, in relief. She let go of his hands and the keys fell down. Malfoy groaned.
Looked like he went into a deep slumber. McGonagall squeezed her shoulder, gently, from behind. Nott gave her a nasty look and walked over to Malfoy. She closed her eyes and pushed the tears away. She turned on her heels, giving Madam Pomfrey a nod, and heading out of the hospital wing.
She wasn't welcomed in there.
And she didn't want him to know it was her who helped.
October 21, 1996
"You ready for the tryouts?" She asked Ron, grinning. Ron breathed and nodded. "I think so. Though I reckon I might need some work. Bloody hell I'm nervous" Ron panics. She places a hand on Ron's shoulder and shrugs. "Don't be. You'll do great Ron. You've got Harry as captain. That's a plus. I'll make sure to put in a good word" she laughs when Ron beams, excited.
"You've got to be prepared, Ronald. The game is on November 1st" Hermione worries. She places a hand on Hermione's. "He'll do great" she says. Ron's many things but she believes that he could do the impossible. Even for someone like him, she hopes.
"Rye, let's go. Ginny is at the field" Harry walked into the common room. He wore his quidditch jersey, gleaming with happiness. She liked seeing him like this. She smiled and stood up. She turned to Ron and hugged him. "You'll do great, Weasley. Make mama proud" she laughed when he pushed her away, jokingly.
It felt good to laugh like this again. She didn't think she could actually do it. She thought she would be absorbed by Sirius' death. It still pained her to think of his face but she couldn't do anything but move on.
It's what he would've wanted.
By the time she was out of her thoughts, she was already on the field along with Ginny and Harry. "Everyone should be here in about 10 minutes. We should start preparing" Ginny said. Harry walked over to Ginny and pointed to the hoops, mumbling.
Her eyes caught a brown parchment. She walked over to it with furrowed eyebrows. "What the" she started. It was small but the words written on them, concerned her.
Did you do it? - B.L
She examined the paper, flipping it. Looking for possible answers. Who could have wrote this? Who is it for? A bunch of questions ran through her head.
Do what? She looked back to Ginny and Harry. She stuffed the paper into her pocket. Soon after people who were trying out walked in. Along with Ron.
Her mind wasn't in the game. She couldn't stop thinking about what that paper said. Desperate for answers, she pulled out the parchment.
B.L? Who is B.L?
She gasped. It can't be.
It can't be..Bellatrix Lestrange.
She stuffed the paper back into her pockets and her breath quickened. Panic flushed through her. Her eyes searching everywhere. Lestrange couldn't be here.
She clutched her head as the ground started spinning. She stumbled on her feet. She heard Harry yell after her before her head hit the ground and everything went dark.
