As I looked up, still clinging to the toilet bowl, I wiped the sweat off my brow and tears away from cheeks. I stood up and looked in the sink, at those two lines that changed my life.
I woke up in a hot sweat, gasping for air and clinging to the bed sheets. I looked around my dorm room, to find my roommates still sleeping. I looked at Marlene Mckinnon my closest friend, sprawled across her bed with one leg under the sheets and the other out. I smiled and my gaze settled on Sansa Stone; her blonde hair sticking up in all directions making it look like it got stuck in a vacuum... Multiple times. Then finally I spotted Alice Prewitt's bed... Minus an Alice… I swung my legs over the side of my bed, and peered into the bathroom; empty. I wonder where she disappeared to … I peered outside; it was still dark so I was guessing still rather early in the morning. I descended down the stairs to the Gryffindor common room to find my boyfriend, James Potter. He had scrolls of parchment covering him like a blanket. It was our last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry so James had been studying practically nonstop, except to spend time with The Marauders and me. We'd only been back at school for a month and the teachers were already giving us a hefty workload.
I snuck up to James, leant down and blew into his ear
"What? Who?" pieces of parchment went everywhere as James failed his arms and ended up on the floor.
"Oh whoa!" I said startled about the fact that I'd well…you know been startled. I reached down and got James' hand " Sorry" I said sheepishly " I couldn't resist". Before I knew it James was spinning me around in the air and hugging me. Then just as suddenly I was over the toilet bowl… again. There wasn't much left in my stomach… So I was astounded when I was vomiting for twenty minutes nonstop, with James rubbing my back and holding my hair.
At last I flushed the toilet and leant back. James tied my hair up and started dabbing at my face
"You don't have to do that you know … It's gross and if I'm sick I wouldn't want you to catch it" I said to him smiling faintly
"Lils, I don't care if I get sick" James said still dabbing at my forehead "I'm going to take care of you". I looked up at him with tears in my eyes (Hey you try vomiting straight for twenty minutes) and then wrapped my arms around him, breaking into heavy sobs. He had no idea why I was crying, but he just held me and kissed the top of my head.