We do not own Harry Potter except Nathaniel, and ourselves, everything else is owned by J.K. Rowling and her supremeness 3
Katie slammed her head down on the wooden table, utter a small "Ow," that received only a glance from Tricia, who was hanging upside down from a couch nearby. They had been consumed in piles of books for hours, gathering nothing from Katie's symptoms that matched those in the books. Hearing voices was not a positive sign in the wizarding world, recalling Harry Potter's second year. However, that had a more plausible explanation, leaving the two girls stumped on what could possibly be haunting Katie.
"It's not just a matter of voices," she said with her head still down, "It's that nauseating feeling whenever I look at Malfoy"
"I know," Tricia replied, "I get that feeling too,"
Katie laughed, picking her head up and staring over at her friend.
"Is it really worth looking through these? We haven't found anything near what's going on..."
"Yet... I mean, Hermione always seems to find everything she needs in these things, it means its worth a try,"
"We've been looking for two hours Tricia, and that's not an exaggeration," she sighed resting her head down on the table, "Maybe we should take a break for today, come back next week or something."
The Gryffindor girl only laughed and pushed another pile of text books towards the protesting Ravenclaw, who for once, was arguing against an 'education'.
Meanwhile in the other half of the school another member of the group was protesting as well for her freedom and she wasn't winning either.
"Madame Pomfrey, I need to get out of this bloody bed. Now, please, let me and the Weasel free from this place to be set free amongst our peers once again. Please kindred Matron, I beg of thee, spare us from this prison." Lana sighed hanging herself off the bed, Madame Pomfrey had immobilized her body from the waist down so she could stop trying to get out of bed and run to her friends.
"Oh shut it, Rolon and stop complaining for once since we woke up." Ron sighed rolling himself out of bed, he was allowed out since he hadn't been badgering the Matron of Hogwarts. Weasley was brought a new set of robes earlier by Harry Potter and Hermione Granger who moaned over his injury telling him that Cormac would be taking his spot for the Quidditch match later on.
Ignoring the Weasel, Lana rejoiced when she saw Madame Pomfrey walk over to her bed and remove the magical restraints. Immediately leaping out of bed, she ran to her common room and flew up to her room to change from the clothes she had been stuck in for three days despite the amount of times she had been told they had been scourgified.
After finally eating a decent meal and cleaning up, Lana took out her wand and accio'ed some parchment and enchanted it to match up her friend's parchment wherever they may be. She had no honest idea, she was unconscious the entire time she was asleep thanks to the medi-witch and her blasted sleeping draughts.
Scribbling in green ink that appeared from her wand she wrote a simple hello.
Ladies? I have returned from the world of the sleeping.
You're up! Scribbled back her Gryffindorian friend.
Since eleven this morning, I beat the Weasel in recovery mode. We aren't allowed to play until next week, but that doesn't mean I wasn't promised my chance to go destroy Goyle and Crabbe.
By the way, where is everyone?
Well, Katie and I are in the library looking up things, we have a lot to tell you. Lissa is off with Justin to talk things out ….and Riley is out and about practicing a bit of Quidditch before the Hufflepuffs take over the field.
Ah, so I should just head over to you guys after I'm done with those two jar heads?
Chyeah, we are at the second table furthest from the back to the left.
Give me fifteen.
Folding up the paper and placing it in her pockets, she raised her wand into the air and yelled loudly, "ACCIO VINCENT GRABBE AND GREGORY GOYLE!" Smirking as she heard the surprised screams coming from the Great Hall.
Later on quite pleased with her self Lana wore a content smile on herself as she walked back into the library she had studied in well for the past six years. Walking about for a minute she scanned over the numerous racks of books and tables, looking for her two friends. Once she had found them where Tricia said they would be, she sprinted over and jumped in a seat appearing in front of them with a big goofy grin.
"Hello loves, what's this news I need to know? Justin and Lissa broke up didn't they?" She said propping herself up on her elbows. She noticed something was wrong with her friends though, they weren't as cheery as they normally were, in fact, and they looked quite solemn with slight smiles on their faces. Around them were dozens of old leather books and journals from the Restricted Section.
"What happened? " She asked more seriously.
"To put it bluntly, Katie's haunted," Tricia replied, beginning to gather up all of books sitting on the table and hauling them off to their proper bookshelves. She knew if she placed them in any empty slot she would be butchered by not only Madam Prince but Lana as well, so she took care to place them on their proper bookshelves while Lana stared at her and Katie in shock.
"Haunted? How could a person be haunted?" Lana asked skeptically. Being a seer did not make her any less skeptical, especially when it came down to hearing things.
"Katie says she's been hearing someone talking to her," Tricia called to the table as quietly as she could.
"It's a woman's voice," Katie explained, "The only thing she's said to me is that she needs my help. I'm not schizophrenic, but I feel like there's someone else in my head. It's like I could feel another person's feelings and presence along with my own,"
Lana's eyes were filled with confusion and most of all doubt, Katie couldn't help but to feel a little hurt her friend didn't believe her.
"Don't you of all people call me crazy. People already call me crazy, I really need you to believe that I'm not making this up," Katie pleaded.
Just then, the little Gryffindor took her seat beside her, mirroring Katie's concerned face.
"Did you mention what happens when you look at Malfoy? I mean, I get the same feeling, but the way you react to it is...worrying,"
"Don't hate on Draco, he's got a lot on his plate right now,"
"Did ya hear that?" Tricia exclaimed, turning to Katie, "Draco! She's on a first name bases with the ferret!"
Holding in a laugh, Katie said, "I get a nauseous feeling around him, and that voice in my head starts to panic. I hear a whooshing noise and all I just find myself screaming on the floor, I don't know why this happens,"
"I don't think Draco would intentionally try to hurt you," Lana replied, putting emphasis on Malfoy's name.
"That's the thing, we're pretty sure he wouldn't," Tricia said, "Malfoy's all talk, when it comes to actually hurting someone though, I don't think he'd have the nerve to,"
Lana nodded, "No, you're right, he wouldn't... Wait- are you saying something's haunting him too?"
"That's the idea," Tricia muttered, grabbing her bag and the remaining books that nearly covered her vision entirely. "If you guys excuse me, I have chocolate frog cards and a few sickles on a wizard's chess game between Ron and Seamus,"
"My bet's on the Weasal. Ciao Bella,"
"Cheeers Triciaaa!" Katie called out.
Tricia laughed at Lana's newfound love for Italian, she was spending too much time with Blaise, she though making her way back to the Gryffindor common room.
As Tricia exited the library hastily, with the large stack of books that she and Katie had found in her arms she found herself oblivious to the man walking in front of her. They collided with a dull thud and her belongings and his fell to the floor.
"Oh Drat! I'm sorry I don't know where my head is…" Tricia bent down to pile her books and to sort his scattered papers, when she felt a strong hand grip hers.
"Tricia I'll take care of it, don't mind my things." She looked up to see Nathaniel's strong jaw and deep emerald eyes connect with hers. He stood up with his books in hand and presented Tricia the free one. "Thank you sir" She smiled brightly and placed her hand in his.
Pulling her up, he laughed lightly, "Le plaisir est pour moi, madame.", and he bowed to her, his long brown locks falling over his eyes. "Headed to the common room, eh?" Tricia nodded and began to walk, visibly struggling under the load of books. "Let me take those." Nathaniel offered, taking the heavy bundle before she could respond.
"Why, oh thank you, so…you actually did learn French huh?" He chuckled quietly. "I thought you hadn't noticed. Yes, I did pick it up a bit over the summer." It suited him, she thought.
The way he sounded when he spoke it was divine. She imagined each and everything little thing he could say to her in that voice, not the one he was currently using to talk her ear off. As they came upon the Portrait of the Fat Lady, Tricia noticed that Nathaniel was quiet. He had ceased talking and was staring at her. He blushed, knowing that he had been caught by her, and reached over to hand back the books he had carried. She took them back with a thank you, and gasped as his warm hands brushed past hers. Much to her dismay they were gone as quickly as they came, leaving her feel electrified. Nathaniel hurriedly whispered the password and entered the portrait, going straight to his dorm.
Tricia stood just outside the common room puzzled at his and her reactions. Sure, it was a bit odd that she had gasped, audibly gasped when he touched her. But that didn't mean he had to run away. She huffed, part from the frustration of her feelings, and part because of Nathaniel's sudden disappearance, and briskly strode to her dormitory. She entered the room and plopped on her mattress, dropping the books beside in preparation for the long night ahead.
Hopefully these books would the answer to what was up with Katie. She sighed and opened one of the books, diving head first into the lengthy passages.
Later on that night, when Lana entered the common room she was fearful of what awaited after working with her friends all day. And for not checking in with a certain someone who had been looking for her all day.
Her accident wasn't death, but it close enough to Blaise.
She had been told more than once that the boy was at her bedside in the infirmary. If it wasn't for the damn sleeping draughts that Pomfrey had given her, they would have spoken to each other at least once. She knew that he worried, so when she opened the large, heavy dungeon door, Lana expected nothing less than verbal assault courtesy of one panicky Blaise Zabini.
Not that she minded a hearing him speak, his voice so sharp and thick with an Italian accent, it was like heaven to her. She peered around the door bracing herself and her eardrums for impact, but finding her predator nowhere in sight. Walking along the corridor of the dungeon, while silently thanking Salazar for the absence of gender expelling charms, which would have prevented her from doing what she was about to. She raised her hand to knock on the door of his room, but found that her hand instead of meeting hard wood and metal, it came into contact with the rock hard chest of Zabini. His brown eyes shifted from a look of outrage to relief and then pulled a shocked Lana to his chest.
"You complete arse, do you know how bloody worried I've been?" She laughed and pulled back from his warm embrace to gaze at him.
"Yes Blaise, Madame Pomfrey told me several times just how much you've worried." Her lips curved into a smirk, but quickly fell when she realized just how worried Blaise had been. He turned without a word and strode briskly away from her and his room absolutely done with the conversation and the situation that she couldn't seem to take seriously enough.
"Blaise," Lana called, "Blaise come back here!" But it was no use, arguing with Blaise was futile, a fight she would never win, even with her Latin spirit, she was no match for him when he was truly angry. Blaise vanished from her sight and she heard the large dungeon door slam shut. She frowned and made her way to her room, plopping down on the soft king size bed. "Well that went well."