More explaining to do guys!
Orks = they are evil workers of Sauron (the evil eye from the land of Mordor). How do I describe what they look like? All I can say is that they aren't pretty! If you want a picture, search it up on the internet. ORKS FROM LORD OF THE RINGS.
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I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR LORD OF THE RINGS!
"Wake up you lump!" a voice said in my head. I groaned.
"Ginny, lemme alone!" I mumbled into a pillow.
"No cando buster! It's party time!"
I just slurred something into my pillow and ignored her.
I gasped as I suddenly felt myself lift off the bed.
"Hey!" I exclaimed, "Don't use magic on me!"
It seemed like my words just went through one ear and out of the other, and Ginny kept on levitating me with her wand until she dropped me onto the floor with a thump.
"I'm going to kill you!" I said furiously, standing up, red in the face, "You know I hate it when people do that!"
Ginny just looked at me and laughed, and somehow, as much as I tried to resist, I couldn't help but laugh a little too.
"Look," I said, getting dead serious, "I'm going to have to go back to my world; I'm in a huge pile of trouble over there!"
Ginny looked at me with wide eyes.
"What do you mean?"
I sighed and chuckled. She has no idea what I'm going through.
"Well, let's just say I'm having a bit of trouble with an evil, psychopathic, witch," I said simply.
But just before Ginny could open her mouth, Professor McGonagall ran into my room, out of breath and looking all a flustered.
"Azaelia," she huffed, "Come quick! A young elf is giving birth!"
"What?!" I yelled.
"She must have drunk the water too, Azaelia! She is an elf, like you! And she's in labour! She's losing a lot of blood! We need your skills in the infirmary! Quick!"
Me and Ginny looked at each other with shocked expressions and ran after Professor McGonagall.
We ran all the way to the hospital doors, but just as I was about to open the doors, Ginny was told to wait outside.
I heard yells and screams inside the hospital and I felt the blood drain from my face as I became closer and closer to the yells of pain.
I drew back the curtains and gasped.
There were about ten nurses, all surrounding the elf, but I knew her. She was a friend, from my childhood, until her family moved away because there were rumours that Orks were taking over Lorien.
I was so lonely. I hadn't seen my family in years. I went to go look for them but I couldn't find them anywhere, so I set up camp next to Rivendell, where I stayed and lived.
And here she was, Gilraen, her red hair spread out behind her, sweat pouring down her face. She scrunched up her face in pain and screamed.
I finally stopped gaping at her and snapped into action.
I started yelling out orders to the nurses and midwives who seemed to have been called out from outside of Hogwarts.
They obeyed me and we all worked together to get this baby out.
I went over to the bed side and grabbed her sweaty hand.
She looked at me and smiled.
Azaelia," she said in Elvish to me, "I knew you'd find me."
"Yeah," I said, "I'll always find you,"
"I guess you drunk the water too huh?" she chuckled weakly.
I smiled and nodded and she suddenly gasped and screamed in agony. She squeezed my hand so tight that I thought she was going to break it.
Then, there was a wail from down below, and a huge groan from Gilraen as she finally realised she had finished.
One of the midwives, lifted the baby up and cut the cord, she then wrapped the baby in a soft white towel and handed it over to Gilraen.
"It's a girl," the midwife smiled.
I let go of Gilraen's hand so she could cuddle her child. Gilraen gazed into her baby girl's bright blue eyes.
"Azaelia," Gilraen whispered, "Could you be the mother for her?"
"What do you mean?"I said, feeling a stone drop in my stomach.
"I'm dying Azaelia," she said weakly, "I need you to look after my baby, please," she begged.
"No," I said shaking my head, "I'm not going to be the mother because you are going to live!"
She turned at looked at me sadly.
"I'm passing into the shadow world now. Please Azaelia, I begging you, be the mother of this child for me,"
Tears ran down my face at a furious rate, and I wiped them away angrily, but I nodded.
Gilraen then looked at me with distant eyes, like she wasn't really here anymore, and she went limp.
"No," I whispered. And then I looked around wildly at the nurses, expecting them to do something, but they just looked at me sadly.
I started to cry loads, tears running down my face and the nurses started to leave me alone.
Why did this happen so fast? Why did this have to end this way? It happened so quickly, it's so unfair!
I wept for ages, and then I felt a hand on my shoulder.
I turned and saw Oliver Wood; I jumped up and hugged him. He took it by surprise but he put his arm around me.
He started rubbing my back, which made me feel a little better.
Around half an hour later, I finally pulled myself together and stared at Gilraen. I bent over and kissed her on her ice cold forehead gently.
The baby started to gurgle and I picked her up.
"Well," I sniffed, "I guess she's mine now."
"What you going to call her?" Oliver said from behind me.
"She's special," I croaked, "like a jewel, or a crystal or something."
We stood there in a silence while I racked my brain for names.
"How about Aventurine?" I said.
"I little too adventurous, don't you think?" he said, raising his eyebrows.
"Well, the crystal, Aventurine, is known for healing heartache and it's also known as magical substance which can help answer the questions in your dreams."
"What's that going to be shortened to?" Oliver asked.
"Maybe I'll think of that later," I said, and I carried the baby out of the infirmary
QUICK UPDATE!
Just wanting to let you know that the name for the baby is going to be discussed a little bit more next chapter so the name, Aventurine, is not definite!
Thanks for taking your name to read this! 3
