Storm opened her eyes, wincing slightly as she registered the burning pain in her head. A set of kind, brown eyes slowly came into focus, and Storm recognized the concerned face of James Potter from her Ancient Runes class staring down at her.
"Fuck!" Storm swore, leaping to her feet. She realized immediately that this had not been a good idea, as a rush of vertigo overcame her. Strong arms encircled her as she swayed dangerously to the side. Storm closed her eyes for a moment, adjusting herself to the pain before pushing James' arms from her and righting herself.
"We need to get you to the hospital wing. Are you okay to walk?" James spoke in a concerned tone. Casting his eyes down to the stunned form of Lucius Malfoy, his face took on a look of disgust. "The asshole hit you hard. I only wish I could have found you sooner. I knew something was strange when I saw him on the ma-oh um… He was acting weird today in charms."
Storm assessed the situation, too fatigued to bother attempting to puzzle out the Potter boy's strange behaviour. Her head hurt where Lucius had swung at her. When he remembered what had happened tomorrow, he would be furious. He had witnessed some very suspicious behaviour. Normal people didn't disillusion themselves to sneak into the castle and walk around smoking. She made a snap decision; turning to James she spoke,
"I do not need to go to the hospital wing. You will tell no one of what you saw tonight." And with that Storm turned making her way quickly to the abandoned classroom where she had left her wand. She sensed James' presence behind her as she snatched her wand from the window seat and made her way back to where they had left Lucius unconscious.
James caught up to her as she began to walk back to the corridor, walking alongside her as he spoke. "I understand that you are in shock, but really there is no need to be rude. Imagine what he could have done to you if I hadn't found him," James gave a pointed took towards her ripped shirt, "If you won't go to the hospital wing, then come with me to Dumbledore's office so that you can report him."
Storm stopped in her tracks, staring down at the stupefied form of Lucius Malfoy. She turned to James.
"Report what?" She asked in a cold tone, slipping back into her pureblood persona with ease, "Nothing happened tonight."
"What do you mean nothing happened. Wait. Storm, what are you doing?!" James cried as he watched her wave her wand, lazily obliviating Lucius' memory of the night.
Storm sighed with relief as she carefully obliviated Lucius, leaving all his memories of the night completely blank. Sure he would find it strange tomorrow when he woke up in bed with no memory of the previous night, but it was better than the alternative of him waking up in a rage at her. Suddenly, she remembered James. He stood frozen beside her, confusion plain on his face. He had done so much for her tonight.
"I know what you think of me. I hang around with the worst kind of people: Slytherins and death eaters. And yet tonight, you saved me. Why?" She questioned, curiously.
James paused, looking confused. "I…I don't know. I can't imagine standing by and letting that happen to anyone."
Storm smiled at his response. "It is good to know that there are still good people in the world. Sometimes I forget," she paused momentarily, thinking. "If ever you need anything, one thing, one favour I will grant to you. Anything at all, come to me and I will have it done. I do not like to be in anyone's debt."
James frowned, "Storm," he began to speak, but she had already turned away and slipped through a tapestry on the wall, disappearing into the maze that was Hogwart's, the levitated body of Lucius Malfoy floating after her. James shook his head in disbelief. Slowly he turned, barely walking back to the Griffindor common room while mulling over the strange night. He didn't really understand her. If she had been any other girl she would have immediately reported the scum. But Storm hadn't even considered it. She had wiped his memories of the incident entirely. Storm Hunter certainly was a mystery.
