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DISCLAIMER: WE DO NOT OWN ANYTHING THAT HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE ORIGINAL STORY OF HARRY POTTER! IT ALL BELONGS TO J.K ROWLING. WE ALSO DO NOT OWN RICE KRISPIES.
Jennifer's POV
My eyes snap open after I hear door slam shut. Huh? I turn to see what's going on. I see Madame Pomfrey looking at someone's arm. Man she looks messed up...who is that anyway? I lean closer, squinting my eyes to try to see who it is. It's not easy if you're basically wrapped up in bandages.
I widen at who's on the bed. It's Michelle.
Her hair has leaves and twigs in it, and not to mention very messy. Her face has some scratches and scrapes, mostly on the right side of her face. I gulp and look over at Natalie who is taking a nap next to me peacefully. Don't tell me she...no she didn't...
Well then again I'm pretty much a mummy right now so should I really judge? My entire body is still numb with pain. Let's just say Natalie is lucky she's the one that makes my rice krispies. Something beside me suddenly catches my attention, sending my nose in the air. I find a huge basket of rice krispies. Oh god, they look so tempting. If only I could feel my hands.
"Knowing Keith, he probably ended up eating like five of those." Michelle cuts into my thoughts.
My mouth would have been wide open is it wasn't bandaged in place. Why that little...
He is going to seriously get it. I mean, who takes food from a injured, hospitalized person? I'm here with practically all my bones broken and he's been eating my love and joy!
"What happened to you?" I ask, fighting against the bandages that are determined to keep my jaw shut. I don't think I will be able to eat solid food for at least a month seeing how painful it is. My beloved rice krispies...Then again, I was hit smack onto the ground so what should I expect? I swear, I heard a snap when it happened.
"It's a long story..." Michelle explains, pressing the ice pack against her scratched up cheek.
"Hey, I'm lying here in a bed practically getting mummified. I have plenty of time. I think I got enough rest for two months now. Though homework isn't going to tell me that..." I drift off. Thinking of all the make up work I'll have to do when I get out kills me. If Natalie doesn't help me, then I'm going to kill her, so I'm good.
After sighing, Michelle tells me everything. She tells me about her 'little' as she said, argument with a Gryffindor girl named Amelia or something. Michelle is horrible with names, especially with people she doesn't like so I wouldn't know.
I don't think I know an Amelia in Gryffindor from year one. I also pretty much know everyone. Maybe one from Ravenclaw or something but not from Gryffindor. Apparently, she is taller than Michelle by an inch, so I'm still taller than her. Dang it...
'Amelia' apparently has short brown hair and cold gray eyes.
"I'm pretty sure that her name is Anita." I point out, cutting her off.
Michelle just rolls her eyes. "Whatever, I couldn't care less what her name is. Anyway, after Professor McGonagall came in, she sent Ame~ Anita and I to do detention together."
"What did ya have to do?"
"Pulling out the weeds and cutting extra branches and stuff like that in the Herbology Greenhouses and around it."
I shrug, trying to ignore how painful it was. "It doesn't sound that bad."
"Yeah but it's with-" Michelle stops, when she notices that Natalie had woken up. She turns to her and smiles. "Oh hey. Sorry, did I wake you?"
Natalie just stares at her, studying her scratches and bruises. She remains silent though, as if she had lost her voice.
Michelle gets up, seeing there is no real point in trying to get her to talk. Let's get real here, only Brian can do that. Apparently Lewis is friends with her also. I can't imagine how hurt Michelle must feel...
She huffs. "I guess I should get going. I'll visit you tomorrow." she tells me, walking to the door. She places her hand to shove it open when Natalie suddenly speaks up.
"I had a dream."
"So you saw three people in a dungeon?" Michelle asks, looking a bit shocked. It's probably still from the shock of Natalie finally talking civilly to her.
"I couldn't tell who they were. They didn't make a sound so I couldn't analyze their voices to see if I could recognize them." Natalie explains, her voice merely a whisper; if the infirmary wasn't as silent as it was, I probably wouldn't be able to hear a word escape from her mouth. "But I heard someone scream. Someone I know."
"Who?" Michelle asks, sounding distant.
"I don't remember. The dream was probably like 15 seconds long so I don't know much." Natalie finally looks up. "How long was I out?"
"Three days." Michelle tells her, remembering it by heart.
Natalie's face pales as she shakes her head. "No...it couldn't be three days..."
"It was." I confirm. "I was here the entire time, it was three days exactly. You passed out at 4:00 PM and woke up and 4:00 PM three days later; 72 hours exactly."
Natalie just nods stiffly, I notice her hands are gripping bunches of her sheets tightly. "Are you okay?" I ask hesitantly. I realized it's something I've been asking her a lot lately.
She just nods silently again. Michelle gives me a worried gaze, but I try to brush it off. Seeing Natalie talking to us again is definitely a step up; we shouldn't push it or we'll be back to square one again. Though., I couldn't help but worry if Natalie is ever going to gain her memories back; watching her push Joey away is the saddest scenes I've ever saw. How can you forget someone in your life like Joey? They've known each other just as long as Brian has known Natalie; possibly even more. How could she possibly forget?
At this point, Natalie is lying on her bed like she wants to fall asleep, but her eyes stayed open. She's holding the pillow nestling her head like her life depended on it. Everything Natalie seemed to be doing gets me uneasy, will she always be like this?
The doors swing open and Tamara steps in, her eyes set on us. "Oh good, Michelle's here too."
"Why? What's going on?" Michelle asks, shifting the ice pack from one hand to another.
"Ouch..." Tamara mutters silently, seeing Michelle up close. "Are you okay?"
She rolls her eyes. "Forget about me, what's going on?"
"Oh, right. I talked to Lewis."
"About...?"
"The memory thing, you know with...Natalie?" Tamara says hesitantly, looking over at the occupied bed next to me. Natalie still doesn't believe her name isn't Nattie, but, she doesn't even twitch a muscle anymore from hearing it anymore. I guess it's better I suppose, we don't want her flipping anymore beds. Calling her Nattie may not be such a bad thing...I just wished that it would have been something only Brian would do because after all, they are childhood friends.
"Okay...What did he say to you?" Michelle asks, her face showing distaste when she said he.
"Natalie only remember Brian because he was the only one she forgot when she lost her memories five years ago. That's why now, he's the only one she remembers."
Michelle nods slowly, still processing the new information. "What spell was she shot with again?"
"They don't remember." Tamara answers with a shrug. "I mean, it was a good half a decade ago. I would be surprised if Natalie did remember the spell, seeing she forgot everything else that happened that day."
"Is it that memory losing spell?" I offer, deciding to finally speak up.
Michelle shakes her head, playing with the ice pack in her fingers, getting them wet. "I doubt it. Why would someone evil choose that over the killing spell for instance? It has to be something else." Tamara agrees.
"Oh yeah, one more thing..." Tamara drifts off, biting her lower lip again. Why do I have a bad feeling about this?
"Do I want to know...?" Michelle says skeptically.
She shrugs. "If you want, I guess."
"What is it?"
Tamara presses her lips together. "Lewis thinks something might happen to Natalie tomorrow."
"How would he know?!" Michelle demands, a scowl on her face.
"The same things are happening to Natalie as they did with his sister when she came closer to finding out whether or not she would remember anything or not." Tamara explains, not meeting our eyes. "It's a process; Natalie's is going by a lot quicker apparently than others."
"So tomorrow is the due date?" I ask, voice sounding distant and shallow. "Tomorrow is when she is going to remember us or not?"
Tamara shakes her head. "No, not exactly. It's just a prediction, plus, Natalie may end up in a coma for a few days like she did before."
"It's still too soon..." I mumble. "Natalie needs more time..."
"She can't control it, she can't get more time if she wants. It just happens. For all we know, it could happen at 12 in the morning."
"I guess I'm pulling an all nighter then..." I mutter.
Michelle shakes her head. "No, I'll stay if I have to. You should get some sleep."
"No, no. I'll do it." I insist. "I have nothing better to do anyway."
"Are you sure?" They both ask me with a hint of concern in their voices. I nod, all I've been doing lately is sleeping, so one night won't hurt, right?
I'm going to admit, the infirmary at night is freaking scary. It's like a staying in an abandoned haunted house or something, that's what it feels like. The entire place just gives off some eerie vibe which didn't help. It's also dead silent as well. All the other students were coincidentally checked out today. The only sound was Natalie snoring lightly; it was pretty much the only thing that was able to keep me awake.
I don't have a watch so I don't know what time it is but I feel my eyes starting to get heavy. The night sky was an inky dark colour that showed off the full moon to it's full glory. Out of all the days, today it was a full moon. Then it hit me.
Oh crap, was Natalie a werewolf?! The idea was enough to send shivers down my spine. The thought of Natalie shedding fur and growing fangs scares me half to death. No she can't be...
Maybe I'm just hallucinating, yeah that's probably it. Natalie is not a werewolf. Natalie is not a werewolf. I recite it over and over in my head, trying to stop myself from sweating. At least, I hope it's sweat...Stop overthinking things!
I start taking deep breaths, trying to get myself to relax. Why am I even freaking out so much? I'm in the Hospital Wing! I would probably scare more people if I were to walk out the door. They would probably start screaming at the top of their lungs seeing my ragged hair and my dark circles, calling out that a mummy is trying to haunt them. Oh maybe I should try that...
Where was the god damn water?! My eyelids are about to give in and I need something cold to perk them up. If I fall asleep...
No, I won't fall asleep, even if someone comes along and starts counting sheep for me I won't fall asleep. Never.
That's when a bunch of sheep start popping up in my head, jumping joyfully over a white picket fence...What is happening to me?!
To make things worse, the sheep didn't look normal...Their wool were either a pale pink or a light baby blue. They vaguely remind me of cotton candy...Oh god am I drooling?!
My stomach growls, cutting into the eerie silence. I cringe and look over at Natalie. She just shifts and turns around so she isn't facing me. I allow myself to let out a sigh of relief, thank god I didn't wake her.
Stupid cotton candy sheep...how dare they try to mock me...marching around with their mouth watering wool...my stomach growls again.
Shut up! Why are you choosing this moment to make noise?! Why do you always do this to me?! I give you all the rice krispies I can get my hand on and this is how you pay me back?! I mean, I know the cotton candy sheep are tempting, but come on! Get a hold of yourself!
It growls again.
Irritated, I raise my bandaged arm and punch it. I hiss in pain, trying not to make so much noise. Oh right, I forgot that...nevermind.
Ignore the pain. Ignore the pain. Don't let it out. Please. Please. Kill the cotton candy sheep from your mind, feed them to Natalie the werewolf. I freeze, good lord...
I shake my head trying to free it from my never ending trail of ridiculous thoughts. Why does this always happen? I look around the room trying to see if there is anything I can occupy myself with.
Nothing.
Why is staying up so damn hard anyway? I did it many times before. Why is it not happening now? Why? Why I tell you, why? This is becoming bad...I hope I don't start talking to myself outloud...that will be embarrassing...
I allow myself to just sit there and wait till the clock ticks to the next day. I do absolutely everything I can think of, noticing random things as well.
I need to cut my nails...dang my hair is getting split ends...my lips are dry, I need chapstick...my feet are cold, I need an extra blanket...my stomach is empty...
Oh great back to the cotton candy sheep...I swear, one day I will eat them...one day...
What seemed like hours to me ticked by, but, the sky remained the same inky black colour. Every bloody minute I struggle more and more to keep my eyes open, but they are literally screaming back 'you need to sleep! Don't you get it?! Your dark circles will get even worse! You'll look even more scary than you already do! Sleep!'
'Screw you! That's better for me! I don't need to wear makeup on Halloween! Boo yah!'
For some reason after thinking that, it made my eyelids weigh at least ten more pounds. I start blinking rapidly trying to stir some life back into them. They probably gained some weight from sleeping to much. Eyelids can gain weight, right?
My eyelids get even heavier than before. I'm astounded that it was even possible. My head starts to give in as well, occasionally dipping forward in fatigue, as if holding it up was the hardest thing in the world. I close my eyes, just because my eyes are closed doesn't mean I have to sleep. I'll just give them a little break.
Bad idea.
I wasn't fully asleep, so don't yell at me. I was...half asleep. I was sleeping, but I was aware of everything around me, is that weird?
Anyway, I was just relaxing there, you know, laying there on my bed like I've been doing for the past few days or so, and I heard something. So naturally, I thought it was Natalie, so I immediately bolted up straight and turned to look at her.
Instead of seeing Natalie, I see someone else. Someone dressed in black and yellow. Reaching for something beside me...
I did the first thing I could think of. I screamed.
"AHHHH! THERE'S A BURGLAR BEE!" I scream at the top of my lungs. I automatically reach for the deflated pillow that I've been resting on and I start slapping the burglar with it, ignoring the screaming pain in my entire body.
"WHAT." slap. "DO." slap. "YOU." slap. "THINK." slap. "YOU'RE." slap. "DOING?!" slap. slap. slap.
"Stop!" The voice cries in a panicked tone. "It's me!"
I freeze, immediately recognizing the voice. A wash of anger floods through me. Oh you're kidding me right? I give him one last hard slap with my pillow. "Are you trying to scare me half to death?! Is stealing my rice krispies some kind of joke to you you fail of a burglar! You probably put all the burglars out there in shame!"
He reaches up and pulls off his hood, revealing his face. "Sorry...I got hungry..."
"And that gives you the right to steal my food?!" I narrow my eyes at him and hug the basket of rice krispies to my chest.
"Well if you didn't wake up you probably wouldn't even notice! I was only going to take one..." He mutters pointedly. "Okay maybe two..."
It stabs me like a knife. "Oh crap...I fell asleep..."
"Uh...I'm so sorry to hear that?" Collin apologizes. I snort, and here I thought he matured...
I place the basket back on my nightstand and grab chunks of his robes and shove him closer. "Tell me. How long was I asleep?!"
"How am I supposed to know?! I was only here for like two minutes before you started attacking me with your pillow!"
I grimace, oh god I actually fell asleep! I turn to the window that's next to Natalie and I. The sky is lighter than before, but not exactly day. I sigh and slump down into my bed, thank god.
"What time is it?" I ask Collin.
"Uhh...10:30 ish?" He says, rubbing the back of his neck where I attacked most.
"It's not even 11?! Oh damn my life..."
I suddenly remember screaming. Oh no, if that didn't wake up Natalie, I don't know what would. I turn around to look at her. She's still laying there, but her eyes are open, watching us.
"Oh, er, sorry for waking you..." I tell her quietly, not wanting my bed flipped over again.
She does something that surprises me, she smiled. "It's okay. Can I ask you something?"
Wow, I'm starting to like the new Natalie. I nod. "Sure, what is it?"
"Are you and this guy dating?" she spat out bluntly.
...I take it back.
After twenty minutes of heavily denying that Colin and I are dating to the very stubborn, as usual, Natalie, Madame Pomfrey comes in.
"Why are you in here!? It's way past curfew! And what are you two still doing up!? You both need your sleep!" Madame Pomfrey scolds us. She gives an annoyed glance at Colin. "Come, I will bring you to Professor Longbottom and talk about the most appropriate punishment for you." She directs Collin to the door, he looks back, asking for help.
But we couldn't do anything.
"Once I get back, you two better be asleep." Madame Pomfrey warns before leaving the Hospital Wing. Everything goes silent after the door silently closes.
"So...Are you sure you guys aren't dating?" Natalie asks, once again. My eye twitches in annoyance, staring at her. This again!? I sigh.
"Yes, we're not dating." I said exasperatingly. Then I allow myself to snicker. "Are you and Brian dating?"
Natalie gapes at me. "What!? No we aren't! Where did you get that from?"
I shrug. "Forget it, you should get some sleep."
"Fine..." Natalie says, getting into a comfortable position on her bed. After around 5 minutes or so, I can hear her breathing in a steady pace, a sign that she fell asleep.
Soon after, I joined her in dreamland.
The school bell breaks me away from dreamland. I'm in a daze until I look at the clock. Oh shoot! I slept again! What's wrong with me!? Why is staying up so hard!? Right now, classes have just ended. Snap, I was asleep for the entire day. Nooooooo, that means I missed breakfast and lunch!
I'm so hungry...I turn to the side where my precious rice krispies are. Only to find some more missing. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOO! My rice krispies! I swear once I find out who took that they are going to be in the Hospital Wing in critical a condition...Was it Collin again? Or was it Keith like how Michelle said before? Either way I'm going to show that person who they messed with, even if they have a fanclub.
The entrance opens and I gape at who's at the door. My rice krispies! Being eaten by him!
"Damn you, Brian!" I yell at him, pointing at him. Bad move. Owwwwwwww...I immediately put my arm down.
"What?" Brian asks, chewing on a piece of a rice krispie. My rice krispie.
"I told you to stay away from my rice krispies!" I yell louder than before. I end up waking up Natalie.
"What's going on?" Natalie asks, rubbing her eyes.
"Your boyfriend here, stole some of my rice krispies...again." I reply, narrowing my eyes at him.
"Boyfriend!? I told you he's not my boyfriend! I don't like him that way!" Natalie denies. I take a glance at Brian who is staring at Natalie. In his eyes, he has hurt in it. So he does feel something for her...We all knew it.
"Really? Could have fooled me." I tease her.
"No really, we don't like each other like that." Brian confirms, playing with the sleeve of his robe.
"Besides...I...uh...I have a girlfriend." My jaw drops. Well, as much as the bandages would let me. Seriously!? He's dating someone!?
"Who?" Natalie and I ask simultaneously. My eyes avert towards Natalie, almost surprised how quickly she asked who it was. I knew it! She likes him! If only I filmed that moment...dang my timing...I can't even lift anything without being in pain anyway.
"Oh you know...a girl..." Brian says in a quiet voice, eyes looking at the ground.
I gasp. "No way! I never knew you were gay!"
Brian narrows his eyes at my sarcasm. I just laugh as much as my body can handle without breaking. "I'm joking. Seriously who is she? What's her name? Her house? How long have you known each other? What's she look like? Does she play quidditch? How'd you meet her? Is she a Natalie look alike?!"
"Who are you? Irene?" Brian remarks with a scowl on his face. "Nah, you're worse than her..."
What was that suppose to mean?! I narrow my eyes at him. "Just answer the damn questions."
He shakes his head. "Nope. Sorry, I don't want to play 20 questions right now."
"Come on."
"Nope."
"Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"No."
"Pretty please with a cherry on top?"
"For the last time, I said no!"
I pout. "Fine. At least tell us who it is?"
"I'm not sure if you know her..." He drifts off, looking anywhere but my eyes.
"I know everyone. Now who is the lucky girl?" I tease as Brian's cheeks begin to turn rosy. Aww, the guy is blushing!
"Her name is Anna." He finally says, cheeks still inflamed. Oh come on. There's a whole of Anna's here at Hogwarts.
I glare at him in annoyance. "You need to be more specific on which Anna it is." I tell him.
"Anna Diaz. Ravenclaw." He says pointedly. My eyeballs nearly shoot out of their sockets. Anna Diaz?
"How is someone like you, able to score even a date with someone like Anna Diaz?!" This guy has to be messing with me right now.
"Hey! What is that supposed to mean?" Brian demands, crossing his arms across his chest. "I'm not that bad."
Oh shoot, did I say that out loud? My bad. I reach over and awkwardly pat him on the shoulder. "Er, sure. Sure, right, silly me..." Brian just grimaces and shrugs my hand off.
I turn to Natalie, only to see she isn't there. Oh no. I am a horrible babysitter.
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