Hey! So this is my first try at a full story, sorry about the shortness of the chapter- hope you like it =) Also apologise for any mistakes made and feedback is always appreciated. Ps I only own the OCs everything else is Good Ol' J.K Rowling
Chapter 1- Waking Up
I can't tell exactly where I am. I know it's and that my head hurts so much I can barely focus on my own thoughts. I want to try and open my eyes- assess the situation, but I can't seem to muster up the strength. Giving it one more try I manage to open them enough to peer around the room and be blinded by white light.
It takes me a moment to realise that I am in fact lying in a hospital bed. Though this bed is not in the Hospital Wing of Hogwarts like I suspected but I'm pretty sure it is actually St Mungo's. This thought worries me- something very serious must have happened to me for me to be and then I realise I have no idea what happened to me. The pain in my head and body indicates some kind of trauma but I realise that I am unaware of what from.
I try to remember the last thing I was doing for this moment and draw a complete blank. My attempts to calm myself down are feeble and the panic rises in my chest. I can't remember what happened to me- I need to find help. I pray that someone, anyone, will come into my room but after five minutes of panicking on my own I decide to take some action.
"Hello" I call out in a pathetic voice. It is quiet and scratchy as though I have been lying in this hospital bed for a long while. Another worrying sign I felt. Next thing I knew there was a bustling in the doorway and a middle aged woman in a healer's uniform appears there as if from nowhere. She walks in with a blank expression on her face, as if completing a daily routine, her hair was pulled back loosely in a bun and then her eyes fell on me and she froze in place.
"Dear you're awake! How are you feeling?"
Shock and happiness register on the woman's face- I really must have been here a while if it's a surprise to see my eyes open. It is at this point I am also made aware that she wants an answer to her question.
"Umm...Sore?" I say in a questioning voice.
Words apparently fail me and I want to slap myself but the healer appears unfazed.
"That is to be expected after an accident like yours dear. Now drink this potion and I will let your family and friends know you are finally awake. They will be glad to hear of you're improvement!"
She smiles at me and bustles over to hand over a vile of purple potion. I take it hesitantly and gulp it down in one go- I learnt my lesson a long time ago after swallowing many a potion handed to me by Madame Pomfrey, potions as a rule taste disgusting so drink them quickly. The healer then takes the vile from me and turns to leave the room and as her hand touches the frame of the door I hear my voice asking something that had been niggling at me;
"What happened to me exactly?"
Her face seems to cloud over with an emotion I can't place and I become worried at the answer.
"Well dear no one is precisely sure. We know that you were hit by some spell and throw back into a wall, knocked unconscious during the Battle. You have been in a coma for the past month dear; given us all a terrible fright I have to say- weren't sure if you were going to make it."
She smiles and leaves, leaving me completely and utterly stunned. They weren't sure if I was going to live? I was in a coma for a month? A whole month of my life had gone by and I had been lying in this bed unaware of everything around me. Then I remember that the healer had mentioned a battle. There had been a battle? I was at a battle I don't even have a recollection of? Then even more questions fill my brain- what happened? Is everyone alright? Who won? What does this mean for the war?
As all these thoughts swirl around my already cramped head I am made aware of people entering my hospital room cautiously at first but then after they see I am awake they pounce on me with as much joy as a hungry child in a sweet shop. Kind of like my first time at Honeydukes I think to myself. I am crushed in a massive hug that has me hurting but feeling incredibly loved- someone has missed me! It sounds pathetic but it's a nice feeling all the same.
It isn't until I am released from the death grip that I can finally take in the appearance of those around me. Most of the people in the room have a violent orange hair colour and I have the gut feeling are related. There are six red heads in the room: an older couple I assume to be the parents, almost identical twin boys but one is missing an ear that the other still has, a girl with a happy expression on her face identical to the final ginger boy in the room who is tall and quite gangly. The gangly boy is holding hands with a pretty brunette girl- for some reason the sight of this makes me happy but for the life of me can't explain why. There is also an older man whose face looks like it has been lined with years of worry and he is with a woman with light blue hair who is holding onto a small child. Lastly my eyes fall on a boy, well man, with jet black hair and such pretty green eyes that I could have looked into all day had I not felt it would be creepy to do so. He is looking at me too and his face looks so happy to see me I immediately feel uncomfortable.
I look back at all these staring faces with a look of confusion. The healer had told me she was going to alert my family and friends about my being awake. Unfortunately I don't recognise a single person that is looking at me right now.