I was late for class again. Ugh. Snape was going to kill me. As if he wasn't already going to. Everyone knew he hated Gryffindor students.
Shouts brought me back. They were coming from the dungeon. I sighed.
"Oi! Malfoy and Potter! Lower your damn wands now. We wouldn't want any blood to be spilled." I shoved through the crowd and stepped in between the two angry boys.
"Shut it Night! Who the hell asked for your view on this, you half-breed?" Malfoy sneered.
Harry waved his wand at the same time as Malfoy. Luckily, or unluckily, they both missed their mark and hit Crabbe and Hermione.
"Well. What happened here" A cold voice asked.
"Potter threw a curse at me and hit Crabbe." Malfoy practically whined.
"Send him to Madam Pomfrey's." Snape turned to us. "50 points from Gryffindor."
"But, sir, he called Lily a cruel name and hit Hermione." Harry shouted.
"I'll take her to the hospital wing." I took Hermione's arm. She immediately ran off in the direction of the wing "Hermione!" I shouted running after her. "Wait up!" She was already inside when I got there.
"DAMMIT!" I turned to punch the wall and instead was stopped by something soft and warm. "Let me go!" I growled, my nails growing longer.
"'Old on. Let me look at your arm." A light voice said.
"NO!" I shouted as the blonde haired girl carefully pushed my sleeve up, leaving the open bleeding wounds naked in the air.
"Mon dieu!" The girl gasped.
"You have very pretty eyes." I giggled childishly, leaning on her for support.
"You've lost a lot of blood. You have to get this looked at." She walked me into the room. The last thing I saw was the ceiling.