Voldy story part 7
I own nothing except my character, in case you had forgotten. Oh and sorry for not writing but I have been rather busy with Exams :/ I will try to write as often as possible.
Half an hour later I was numb with hurt and I staggered back to the common room, and collapsed into the armchair. The world was spinning and I was dizzy with the betrayal, their voices ringing round inside my head. Unconsciousness claimed me.
I have no recollection of the events that followed and all I remember is waking up 2 days later in the hospital wing. I was entirely confused to find a large pile of sweets at the end on my bed and a group of students crowded around me. My pulse quickened. Was this a trick to make me feel worse? I panicked. My scream sent everyone scattering flitting away from me like moths. They closed back in around me within seconds but their expressions conveyed sympathy and caution rather than any hint of malice. I closed my eyes to recall the ball again and the voices rang round in my head as clear as day and I knew I had not been dreaming.
Dear diary
After I had convinced everyone that I was not crazy or in need of medical help I was allowed out of my bed and within a day I left the hospital. My life continued as if nothing had happened although several people expressed their curiosity as to why I had not been at the ball. There was only friendship to be found in my housemates and I was utterly confused. I soon adopted the habit of closing my eyes each day to recall the curious conversation which I had overheard at the ball but day by day it became more dreamlike and muffled and I could no longer recall details. I became increasingly certain that it had all been a dream or that I had been drunk and the conversation that had occurred was harmless and more to my praise than any unfriendliness.
My end of year exams were fast approaching and I find myself lost in a whirlwind of studying. The endless lists of books to be read and the torrent of assignments make me feel like an ant in a rainstorm. But the teachers say that I am learning well and should not panic which is a slight encouragement that my efforts are not entirely fruitless. I have made a new best friend within my house, Rachel, she is extremely gifted at transfiguration and everyone expects her to pass with top marks.
I walk into potions late as usual but it is alright as Snape always pretends not to notice. I think he rather like me. I take out my equipment and begin to unpack. The lesson begins and as the exams are approaching to take our minds off them and give us a break Snape decides to attempt to teach us a disillusioning potion. I know that he just wants to taunt us for our hopelessness but I will try my best all the same. The ingredients are written on the board and I begin. I have always been fairly good at potions so I decide to add in a few unorthodox ingredients to compliment the original ones.
By the end of the lesson I am tired out but ecstatic as my potion appears to be the exact shade of sky blue as described. Snape wanders over and wrinkles his nose in disgust at the powder pink flower scented liquid in Rachel's cauldron but as soon as he sees mine he breaks out a rare smile. "Perfect, everyone over here please" So the wander over to see who has actually done something right. "well done indeed" sneers Snape. As everyone looses interest I begin to fill a vial with my potion however as I do someone pushes my cauldron from behind and is smashes all over the floor and over me.
My vision flashes off then back on, and the world is different.