~Chapter 14~

"She'll be fine! Now, move, or I'll have to move you. She needs rest. Her shoulder and hip was broken, and the werewolf had sunk in a deep cut. She needs sleep! , if you do not move in 5, I shall move you myself"

"Please, just let me stay."

"4… 3…2-"

"Fine! But I'm coming back here tomorrow morning."

Steps thundered away, Madam Pomfrey turned back to the sleepy figure. Her red curls swum around her face, plastered against the pillow with sweat. Madam Pomfrey could cure broken bones, and cuts deep and full, but she couldn't heal the mind. She had tried to give her a Dreamless Sleep potion, but her body wouldn't accept the potion; she'd sputtered it out with a cough, her eyes fluttering behind her closed lids.

She sighed, shaking her head and straightening her back. Rose's cousins had stormed in when they heard the news. They thundered in, and Madam Pomfrey froze them, anger bubbling in her.

"How dare you come in here so loudly! She needs rest! Now, go! You'll come in the morning!" She huffed, using her wand to move the two away. She placed them behind the doors.

"I'm sorry dears, but you can not be here now." She said softly, shutting the doors and unfreezing them.

Now, she watched the poor Weasley girl with a soft pout, years of experienced made her wise, and it told her things that broke her heart. With a soft shake of the head, the woman shuffled away, her mumbles echoing shadows of dread.

Scorpius

I limped towards the Headmistress' office, my leg throbbing dully as I entered. My limp was visible, and I could only hobble to places, having to sit down every once in a while.

With a groan, the gargoyles snapped to life, the stairs starting to rise. With a soft grunt I limped up to stand on the spiraling stairs.

I nocked on the wooden door, slipping into the Headmistress' office.

"You called for me?"

I stopped, frowning at her grim face.

" ." She pulled her glasses from her nose, massaging her nose bridge.

"Professor McGonagall, is there something wrong?" I asked cautiously, eyeing her with a frown that crunched my eyebrows.

She motioned me to sit down, twining her fingers together.

"I have some news ."

My mouth opened to speak, but nothing slipped out. I just nodded, letting her speak.

Rose

The nightmares danced before my lids…

One moment I was running from a looming werewolf, and the next Scorpius was haunting me, mocking me. I would try to run, but mud seemed to seep up my legs, and a churn in my stomach told me it wasn't mud… But warm blood of a killed.

I felt a hand on mine, and I jerked back, my mind resurfacing.

My eyes felt heavy, and the lids seemed like cloaks of shadows, drowning me from the world. My hands wanted to claw at them, to peel them open, but I couldn't move them. They were stones weighing me down, and frustration bubbled in my stomach. A hand came to my face, cupping it with a strong warmth. I heard mumbles, muffled with the sense of underwater.

"Rose, Rose, you're ok. You're awake."

A pause…

"Madam Pomfrey, I think something's wrong. She can't open her eyes."

A shuffle of muffled feet answered, coming close to examine me. The hand fell from my face, dragging over to grip my hand.

A charm I couldn't place seeped into my skin, releasing the stones and cloaks of my hands and eyes.

They peeled open slowly, needles stabbing the backs of them. I heard a choke of a laugh, echoing relief. The world seemed blurred and out of focus. It seemed like a layer of cloth shielded my eyes.

Madam Pomfrey suddenly loomed over me, her shape darkened and smudged because of the fabric. I lifted a hand, trying to claw it off.

But before I could, she caught my hand, her grip tightening.

"Don't, let me." Madam Pomfrey released my hand, and I nodded softly.

Her soft and thin hands lifted the fabric off, bringing the world into a sharp focus. Stars danced before my eyes, and I placed a hand to my throbbing head.

"What happened?" My voice was coarse, cracked with no use.

Scorpius glanced at Madam Pomfrey, his gaze troubled. I frowned, watching the two exchange looks. I didn't notice Scorpius or how he looked…

"What is it?" I lifted up onto my elbows, a sting vibrating through my hip and shoulder.

"Well, dear, you two were attacked by werewolves." Madam Pomfrey began, and memories flashed against my closed lids. I remembered the werewolf, the pain that flared through my side as he clawed at me. I remembered its beady eyes, which held specks of green. The though troubled me, as werewolves have black, beady eyes. A text from a book I read slipped into my mind, and I gasped softly.

"Dear, is there something wrong?" I waved them off, remembering the lines.

"'Werewolves contain aspects of their human selves. Some might have the same fur color as the human's hair color. They may also have specks of color in beady eyes that was the human's eyes color."

I recited, looking up and opening my eyes.

"I-I think I know who the werewolf is." I whispered, troubled by it all.

I rose up to sit, dizziness gripping me suddenly.

"Hey, lie back down! You can't get up yet" Madam Pomfrey scolded, gripping my shoulders and setting me back down. I grumbled, crossing my arms at my chest. Glancing at Scorpius, my face slaked.

He seemed awful, his skin a ghostly pale. Shadows danced under his eyes, and the eyes themselves were bloodshot, lines of red crossing them. His shoulders were slumped, and his posture defeated.

"Scorpius." I started carefully, frowning softly. "What's wrong?"

He looked up slowly, his eyes searching my face.

"I…" His voice was cracked; grief seemed to seep through him. Something was wrong. Something was really wrong…

He shook his head, standing up with a dead posture. He limped away, his leg injured from the attack. He was grieving, and it seemed to shatter my heart to see him.

My gaze turned towards Madam Pomfrey, who was shaking her head softly, mumbling under her breath. She was watching Scorpius pitifully as he shut the doors, slipping out of the Hospital Ward.

"Madam Momfrey, what's happened?" I searched, wandering around her face.

She sighed heavily, turning to gaze at me. "That's for him to tell you my dear."

"But-"

She cut me off with a sharp wave, stating sternly.

"Sleep, tomorrow your cousins will come."

She turned on her heel, trotting away before I could protest. With a sigh I nestled in, watching as the sun sunk behind a window. Red light slipped into the Ward, and memories flashed behind my lids.

I shuddered, trying to drift to sleep. But it never came… The sun sunk, and the moon rose, but thoughts whirled in my mind. Sometimes I wish I could turn my mind off…

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