2. May-

Bobbie:

Seventh Animagus lesson- turned all the way into a tiger (GRRR!) and half the way back. I got stuck with paws, orange, and whiskers. I'm getting there, though!

Wish me luck- Harry's decided to make sure I can do a Patronus charm this evening. I have no idea why, but I suppose he decided that it makes him feel important to be watching over his godfather's daughter while here.

Doesn't he think Papa taught me anything? Granted, I never produced a full-bodied Patronus, but I did get close!

Bah.

~L'elly.


Evening-

Bobbie:

I so TOTALLY Patronus-ed! Guess what? It's a tiger, too! I could totally maul Him! ROAR!

~L'elly.


4. May-

Bobbie:

I asked Draco to meet me today. He said he couldn't- something about his duty to the Dark Lord. Gr. I want to find Him and beat Him about the head and shoulders with a sharpened, pointy stick...with a nail in the end...a rusty nail.

I wonder if anyone has just tried shooting the bastard?

~L'elly.


5. May-

Bobbie:

Well, I wrote Daddy last night with my question about guns+Him and Daddy wrote back already.

L'elly!

I can't write long, but yes, we did try that, and no, it didn't work out too well. Let's just say that a few good wizards didn't have shielding charms up in time and he just rebounded what came at him straight back.

Good job on your Animagus work- keep plugging along. Have you talked to Minerva yet?

Dad.

Ok, so heavy artillery is probably also a no...

And yes, I talked to Professor McGonagall. We've got a plan.

~L'elly.


6. May-

Bobbie:

I completely hate Harry right now, the git.

I was out wandering, like I tend to do after classes, just because it is good sometimes to wander. I don't usually get in trouble for it, because I suppose I am the least of the troublemakers here. I just like to let legs go where legs will. I ended up near the hospital wing. I had no idea why, until a few moments later, Professor Snape came by, half-carrying Draco. I gasped- Draco was covered in blood and barely concious. I felt like panicking, but didn't. Instead, I rushed ahead of them and flung open the door to the hospital wing.

"You've got a patient coming!" I yelled into the ward. I then waited by the door until I saw Professor Snape and Draco and I held open the door for the both of them. By that point, Mme Pomfrey was headed for the door and was exceptionally concerned to see the state of Draco. Professor Snape told her to get the dittany. I closed the door and kept back. Professor Snape held up a hand and gestured for me to come forward.

Holy crap, has the world ended?

Anyway, I did as he indicated. For the moment, he's being cordial to me, and I'm not going to not take advantage of this. I watched as Mme Pomfrey opened Draco's clothing and carefully wiped off blood before applying her poultice. I watched, silent. I bit my lip. I wanted to cry. He already looked terrible, from whatever stress he's been under, but he just looked so fragile laying there, half awake, and so pale, with scars running all across his chest.

Mme Pomfrey looked at us both, "I'll take care of this- he should be fine." She looked specifically to Professor Snape, "I trust that whatever you're not telling me has a good reason behind it."

He just nodded, then turned to walk away. He paused, "Miss Lupin-Black. Come here."

I did as he asked. In a low voice, he continued, "Is there something you would like to say?" I know my face probably wasn't that hard to read.

I sighed and wiped my slightly tearing eyes, "Look...I know there's something he has to do...and I know you know what it is...and I know it's probably going to turn out badly for some of us...but he's still my friend. I know you probably don't like that and all, but I'm worried about him. What happened?"

"Firstly, and this is not to leave this room, I have no problem with your friendship with Draco. I rather wish that things were not so complicated for you both, as I think you do him good. Secondly, Mr Potter and Mr Malfoy were fighting. Potter cast a spell he recently learned by words only- he did not know what it was going to do when he cast it. Had I not been nearby, the fool would have killed Draco."

"Oh...Harry's such an idiot sometimes."

"While I will not argue that point with you, I do need to go deal with this situation." I must have looked pale, "You, on the other hand, should sit down- perhaps you can keep him company. I am sure Madame Pomfrey will permit it."

I thanked him and he swished out of the room- how fair is it that every entrance and exit he makes from a place is completely and totally dramatic and...goes swish? I may not really like him that much, but he's got a certain flair that I completely envy.

I walked back over to near Draco and sat down. It's where I am now. Mme Pomfrey hasn't complained about me being here, but she's walking this way now, so we'll see.

Wish me luck.

~L'elly.


One hour later-

Bobbie:

I'm still in the hospital wing. Draco woke up about fifteen minutes ago and wanted to know how he got here. I told him what little I knew and then he just dozed off again. I suppose, with all the stress and fear from whatever caused so much blood loss, he must be exhausted. Right now, this quiet hospital wing is our sanctuary.

~L'elly.


Ten at night-

Bobbie:

I ate dinner in the hospital wing with Draco when he finally woke up. Mme Pomfrey had taken his soiled clothing and washed it, so he was in his unders and a white t-shirt she happened to have around while under the blankets. I asked him what happened. He told me he didn't remember much- that he had been upset in Myrtle's bathroom and that Harry had come in. They had hexed back and forth. Draco said he tried to Crucio Harry to just end the fight- he didn't think that he could have whatever Harry overheard out and about because it could ruin whatever it was he has to do. Harry interrupted the spell with whatever it was that slashed him- he said he thought it was Sectum-Sempra. I don't know. I've never heard of that spell before. Draco said that he remembers immense burning pain and a lot of blood. I told him that he had been drenched in it when Professor Snape brought him in here. We talked for a little while before Mme Pomfrey came back with his clothing and set it, folded, on the bedside table. He thanked her. She looked surprised.

"You are free to go when you feel rested enough to return to your common room. If you can walk together at least part of the way, I would recommend it, just to make sure your legs are willing to carry you."

We finished dinner and I pulled the curtain around his bed and went to look out a window while Draco changed into his clothes. After, we walked down a few corridors, holding hands, before we parted ways. He gave my hand a squeeze and walked off towards the Slytherin common room. I just kind of stood there for a while. I didn't really want to go back to Gryffindor tower. I mean, who there would understand? Who would even give a rat's ass? Nobody.

I ended up wandering around in the dungeons for a while- the cool and damp feels nice sometimes when you feel all hot headed and want to rip Harry's limbs off.

Now, I'm actually getting to bed early. I feel completely deflated...and so far have managed to avoid Harry so I don't try to dismember him.

No dismembering, Lewellyn, bad girl. No cookie.

~L'elly.


7. May-

Bobbie:

I talked to Luna today. You know how she's the only person I've told about Draco? Well, today I told her about what happened yesterday and she's decided that I need a good shoulder rub and some tea while we talk about what could happen and how I can deal with Draco being with the Death Eaters, if that is what happens this summer.

I love that girl.

~L'elly.


10. May-

Bobbie:

WE BLOODY WON THE QUIDDICH CUP WITHOUT HARRY!

That's right, he was in detention because of his hexing Draco, and we still won! Take that, Saint Potter! Ha! Ginny is one bad-ass seeker and the game was AWESOME! We totally trounced them!

Even though I'm not too fond of all the recent drama in Gryffindor tower about who is dating who, we did have a completely wicked surprise- Harry came in, we were all partying, and then Ginny bounded over for a hug and instead they kissed! We were all silent, then I gave a whistle and the gossip of Gryffindor is all about where they wandered off to after! Of course, we continued our party after they had left.

I, for one, was insanely pleased that we did it without the Boy Wonder.

~L'elly.


13. May-

Bobbie:

It's been a week since Harry nearly killed Draco and I've been doing a lot of thinking. Talking to Luna was great, but what if Draco doesn't survive this end of the year thing and I lose him for good? What happens if they kill him over the summer and I never see him again? How do I deal with that? It would be just like when Papa just didn't come home... I don't know how to cope with another death where I don't get to say any kind of goodbye or whatnot. Aren't people my age just supposed to lose grandparents that they can hug one last time or something? Draco is my...my...my Draco. I don't know what to call him. I wish I could call him my significant other, but he's with Pansy (bah- crazy bitch) and there's nothing I can do about that.

Really, though, what do I do? How do I deal with this? How do I deal with the fact that he might just not come back, same as with Papa?

It's an utterly terrifying thought.

~L'elly.


17. May-

Bobbie:

I got a letter today that kind of scares me.

Wilde-

We've got less than a month together. I'm so sorry. I wish it could be different. Please, promise me you'll try to stay safe.

O.G.

The note came in a black envelope from an owl. He's taking extra care to cover his tracks. I'm going to try to meet him again this week, but I am not quite sure how to get the message to him.

I need to make sure he's alright.

~L'elly.


20. May-

Bobbie:

Draco was missing from classes today.

This does not bode well for my worrying.

~L'elly.


21. May-

Bobbie:

Gah! Boys kind of suck, you know? Here I am, worried about Draco, and so I find him today and side along him in the hall and I whisper to him that I was wondering where he was yesterday and I wanted to know if he was alright.

His reply?

"Fine, Lewellyn. Why can't you just mind your own business and keep your nose out of mine?"

That little ass! Here I am, worried about if he's alright, and he blows me off! Fine, be that way! Next time, I won't bother!

ARGH!

~L'elly.


23. May-

Bobbie:

Daddy wrote a one line today for his post full moon letter. Something really must be up.

L'elly

Am fine. Hope all is well with you. Miss you.

Dad.

Everything is obviously NOT fine if all you can take the time to write is one line!

~L'elly.