Takes place in Year 7. At night. OCs. OCs may be OOC...:P
(Dream/Flashback; A'ishah's POV)
"CRUCIO!"
I narrowly dodged the Unforgivable Curse, rushing into the Great Hall. The room was empty, and I could hear my pursuers close behind
"CRUCIO!"
I felt the Curse hit me, and I fell down, trapped by the toxic pain of the spell. Writhing, the hooded figures approached me, and I tried to break free from the Curse. I screamed as the figurers laced Curse after Curse upon me, mercilessly attacking me until I was almost begging for release from this torture. I couldn't even react as the Leader of the group screeched the deadly words:
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
(Dream/Flashback end; Normal POV)
"For the love of Merlin...wake up!"
A'ishah sat up straight in bed, eyes unfocused. On the side of her bed, Alwyn say there, expression blank, but his dark eyes giving away emotion.
"Good! Now that you are up, tell me what happened that night 5 days ago."
A'ishah looked at him, then looked away, then looked at him again, rather indecisively. Her boyfriend of almost a year huffed and glared at her, impatience obvious in his gaze.
"I didn't get up at three o'clock in the morning to not get a response, y'know!" he growled, rubbing his eyes. At this, A'ishah's indecisive gaze became one brimming with suspicion.
"How did you get in here?" she asked, narrowing her eyes, "boys aren't supposed to be in here-."
"Doesn't matter. Tell me," Alwyn moved closer, taking his girl's hand in his and holding it somewhat firmly, "I want to help, Ash, I really do. But, I can't unless you tell me!"
So, A'ishah, in her weariness, confessed everything. About the attack, and the fact that she'd not told anyone...at all. Not even her best friend, Lillian, from what he could gather.
"You haven't told...not even Lillian?" he was surprised, but angry. She should've told someone!
"No..."
"Why?"
"...are you angry with me?" she sounded awfully quiet, and she looked rather upset as she clung onto Alwyn's hand desperately, as if she was afraid he would float away if he let go.
"Yes, I am," he replied shortly, "but...not really at you. More at that bastard that hurt you..." Looking down embarrassedly, as if he revelled too much, he added, "No-one should be abused with a curse like that."
"That's a lot of...emotion for you, Alistair," A'ishah teased, but it was rather strained, and was spoken with a tear-filled voice. Alwyn looked up and saw her crying; with a sigh, he shuffled closer and embraced her, a rarity (in public), but that made it so much more romantic. He didn't say anything, but he didn't need to. Not really. She fingered his dark grey hair, holding on as if she'd just die without the contact.
The moment was soon gone, though, as Alwyn was never comfortable with any form of affection, even in private. He got up, but he let his usually cold personality waver as he leaned forward and gave her a short, sweet goodnight kiss, followed by a softly murmured "Goodnight, love". She responded the same way and lay back down, hearing his footsteps fade away.
"Wait..." she suddenly sat up again.
"Hmm?" he turned, in front of the door.
"No-one woken up...did you put a Sleeping Charm on them or something?"
With a smirk, he left the room with seven parting words:
"Who says that they're asleep? 'Night, love."
I'm tired...so naturally, I write Fanfictions :P
~Padfoot