Top Secret
by Shealtiel
Rated: T for sexual references, adult themes, violence and mild coarse language
Summary: "Oak, fourteen inches, unpliant and resilient, excellent for Transfiguration with a knack for Charms. Veela hair core."
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Saturday, May 24th, 1975
5:36pm
Gryffindor Locker Room
We won, which means we win the Quidditch Cup this year. Damn, I love this game.
On a darker note, I got hit in the head with a Bludger, and now Professor McGonagall says I have to sit and wait for someone to come carry me to the Hospital Wing. It's dumb. I'm fine. I have a headache, but it's no big deal. McGonagall tried to make me lie down, but I don't want to, so she settled for me at least staying seated for the moment.
I'm more angry than hurt. I think it was Sirius who hit me. I mean, it probably wasn't on purpose, if it was him. But who's to know? If it weren't for his dedication to the game, he'd be just as likely to hit that stupid Bludger at me as he would be to hit it at the other team. He'd probably opt for going for me first because it'd be funnier. Then, when he'd taken me down, he'd turn his attentions on the Ravenclaws. Except that he really cares about Quidditch, so he'd probably at least wait till the moment after I caught the Snitch.
Anyway, after I got hit, they were going to pull me off the pitch, but I wanted to finish the game, so they let me, against McGonagall's better judgement of course. I must be okay though. I caught the Snitch and we won the game. I wouldn't have been able to do that if I had a concussion, would I?
On the other hand, I am feeling a little dizzy. Oh, here comes Madam Pomfrey, with an entourage of guys...
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5:42pm
Gryffindor Locker Room
...who have apparently all volunteered to carry me to the Hospital Wing.
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6:54pm
Hospital Wing
So apparently I have to stay overnight. Which is ridiculous. I'm not even hurt. I'm fine. It's Sirius' fault. He told Madam Pomfrey I wasn't acting like myself and I was a bit loopy. After he insisted on accompanying me all the way here. But clearly I'm fine. I'm tired though, I think I'm going to take a nap.
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2:44am
Hospital Wing
Sirius woke me up. He's sitting by my bed, chatting away about his summer plans or something, and I'm politely ignoring him. He made me write in my diary. I don't really know why. I just want to go back to sleep, but he won't let me. Madam Pomfrey brought him in to wake me up and said it was really important that I listen to everything he's saying, but I don't see why his summer plans are so important. Maybe if I just close my eyes, he won't notice.
My god, he can be loud when he wants something. I don't really know what he's so riled up about. I was trying to sleep, and he came in here yelling and screaming like it was the end of the world.
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