Chapter twelve: Horrible news
When she woke up the next time, the first she saw was Draco and Devon sitting beside her.
"What happened?" she asked quietly.
"I'm not sure", answered Draco. "I found you unconscious in an armchair in the common room so I went to get professor Snape who brought you here."
Maria nodded and looked at Devon who was sitting on the other side of the bed.
"What are you doing here?" she asked surprised.
"Father told me you were sick and then I wanted to visit you. How are you feeling?"
Maria just nodded and opened her mouth to answer her brothers' question when the door was suddenly burst open. Lucius Malfoy entered the hospital wing, furious and Draco left the room.
Maria looked at Devon with a begging look and he left the room as well.
"Maria, do you have any idea of what you've done!?" Lucius yelled.
"No, I don't because I have no idea of what you are talking about", Maria said icily. "And would you please lower your voice. I already have a headache.
Lucius lowered his voice and continued.
"Let's see. First you spend time with mudbloods, bloodtraitors who was also Potters best friends, and second I don't understand how you could get yourself unconscious two times in two
weeks", Lucius said, his voice getting higher with every word until he yelled again.
"Let's see", she said. "First I had no idea of who they were and if I did know I would never have talked to them, but I didn't want to sit alone the whole time to Hogwarts so I let them sit with me. Then they started asking questions so I told them to leave, and for the other question, I would like an answer myself because I have no idea of what is going on with me", she yelled back.
Lucius stood frozen on the floor and Maria knew she had won.
"How come you're here by the way, because I doubt you would come all the way here just to yell at me?", Maria said, having a hard time keeping the voice calm.
Lucius flinched.
"I came to pick up your brother. The Dark Lord wanted him to come home now when he knew you were all right.
"But I don't want to go home yet", a voice said and Maria noticed that Devon was back in the room. He had probably entered the room when they were shouting at each other.
Lucius didn't care about Devons protests and pulled him along with himself out of the hospital wing.
"What was that good for?" Madam Pomfrey said while giving a glass to Maria.
Maria just took the glass without answering the question.
"You have to drink all of it."
Maria nodded and looked down in the glass. It looked like some green icky fluid with many lumps in it. Maria grimaced as she drank everything in the glass.
A couple of hours later she was allowed to leave the hospital wing and went down to the Slytherin common room instead. She sat down on the floor in front of the fireplace and smiled.
A couple of weeks later Maria was fully recovered. At least she thought she was. She went down to Snapes office and found who she was looking for. She walked inside and cleared her throat.
Snape turned.
"Maria, did you know that you're the only student who comes down here on free will?" he said obviously surprised.
"I need to speak with Dumbledore, but I don't know the password."
"Why would you want to speak with Dumbledore?"
"Just please give me the password."
"It's butterbear."
"Thanks", Maria said and left.
She walked to Dumbledores office, gave the password to the gargoyle and knocked at the door.
"Come in", a friendly voice said and Maria opened and entered.
She was offered to sit, which she gladly did.
"So, what was that you wanted to ask me?" Dumbledore said and looked at Maria.
"I was just wondering what's wrong with me?"
"Well, you see. We do not know. There is no case where people have had your symptoms. The healers at St Mungos are working on it, but unfortunately, I doubt they will find anything. What does your father think of this problem?"
"I'm not sure what he thinks of it. He have death eaters trying to figure that out as well, but they've made no progress so far."
"That's good. That he cares I mean."
Maria nodded and left, thinking that this day couldn't get much worse.
When she came back to the common room, she found an owl waiting for her with a letter around its leg. He quickly unfolded it and read the short message.
Dear Maria.
It's with great sorrow I tell you that the death eaters mission failed completely and we lost several of them. As I'm sure you know your brother was with them. Unfortunately, he didn't survive.
Your father.
Big tears fell down Marias cheeks and they just increased. She tried to wipe them away but stopped trying when she understood that it didn't work. She had been wrong. This day could get worse. Much worse.
A couple o weeks after the horrible news it was finally Christmas. Maria had still not contacted her father and felt forced to go home. When the train finally stopped at Platform 9¾ Maria took her stuff and walked to Kings Cross. She wasn't surprised at all to find a hooded man waiting for her. He was standing in a corner looking bored and received many strange looks but he didn't seem to care about it. Maria slowly walked over to him and he took her trunk. He looked down on Maria before starting to walk away. Maria slowly followed. Apparently, the death eater noticed that she couldn't keep the pace and stopped.
"Are you alright?" he asked carefully.
"Yeah, I'm just tired", she answered.
"I know you miss your brother, but you can't change the past."
"I know, but…"
Maria stopped herself. He didn't have to know about her feelings.
"Just don't talk about it. I might miss him now and the truth is that I will always miss him no matter what. I've lost too many family members to care anymore."
The death eater held out his hand against Maria who took it. She closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind. Like her father had taught her when she was younger.
When she opened her eyes, again she was at a cemetery. Maria let go of the death eaters hand and walked against the other people standing further away. When she got closer, she noticed a man withering in pain on the ground. She just shook her head and went to her father who took her hand.
Maria gave her father a weak smile before running up to the house.
She went quietly to her room where she sat down to think. A couple of minutes later she decided to write a letter to Draco and went to get some parchment and ink.
Draco.
If Lucius haven't told you already is Devon dead. You have to help me. I don't know how long I can take this now when he is gone as well. Please Draco, help me.
Maria.
Maria whistled to her owl that came immediately as usual. She closed the letter and sent the owl away.
Then she went to her father's library to try to find out what was wrong with her. S
"he didn't know how many books she had read when her father came to her.
"You should go to bed. You can't be tired tomorrow", Voldemort told her.
Maria looked at him, surprised. Before remembering what would happen tomorrow. She would come with her father to Sweden.
"Was that tomorrow?"
"Yes, don't you want to go?"
"Of course I do."
She put the books down and went to her room to get some sleep.
Okey, this is a very weird chapter. With Devon and all that. This was my first fanfiction and I wrote it about three years ago in Swedish and if you haven't notices already, I wasn't very good in writing. Now, it's at least a bit better I hope. Sorry if it cofused you or anything. And for those who don't think Voldemort would send his younges child to a raid, I agree, I doubt he would do that, but done is done. Be unhappy about if you want or happy if you rather want to be that. Seven chapter left if someone is interested. Oh, and please review. :D
