-Nothing is impossible if you are crazy to the right degree.
Severus Snape rushed through the halls of Hogwarts straight to the hospital wing. The news that Black and Pettigrew brough Vivienne Lestrange's unconscious body to the hospital wing quickly spread throughout the school causing a mini uproar from the Slytherins. The joined classes of the two houses were tense with occasional bickering and hexes flying both ways. No one from Potter's gang showed up that day. Snape busted into the hospital wing and looked around.
"How can I help you, young man?" Madame Pomfrey hurried out to meet him.
"I'm looking for Vivienne Lestrange, she was brough in this morning."
"You too?" Madame Pomfrey threw her arms in the air. "This pilgrimage better stop soon." She mumbled under her breath and pointed into the direction of the patient.
"What happened to her?"
"Nothing too serious. Internal bruising, broken rib, fatigue. Nothing that can't be fixed with a good potion."
Snape followed the healer.
Viv was asleep.
Severus brought a chair closer and sat down. He took Viv's hand into his and held it tightly. Her small hand was warm.
"Viv," he called quietly. The overbearing feeling of worry was slowly settling down. "You had me worried." Sev continued. He continued watching her sleep as his mind drifted to the first time they've met. The first words she ever said to him were...
"Why so glum?"
Her eyes were half open and watched him intently. Sev's grip on her hand tightened.
"What the hell happened?" he hissed brining his face closer. "You are nowhere in sight in the evening and in morning two imbeciles bring into the hospital wing unconscious. Care to elaborate a little?"
"Is that how you talk to an injured person?" Viv flicked her hair dramatically. Sev settled back.
"Apologies. How are you feeling?"
"Like Hogwarts Express ran me over, then came back and did it again."
"Don't be dramatic. How are you feeling?" Sev asked again.
"I will I was dead."
"Viv!"
She chuckled into her fist and sat up on the bed. "I'm feeling much better, but Madame Pomfrey insists for me to stay another day,"
Sev nodded seriously. "Now tell me what happened."
Viv chewed her lip. "I don't really remember what happened." She said slowly. "I was serving the detention. Filch that old slimeball made me scrub the kitchen floor without magic." She waved her hands in front of her face trying to get rid of the imagine. "Then I decided to practice magic, so I thought why not it do outside, so went out. Somehow ended up at the Whomping Willow and I'm pretty sure I got blow to the head." Viv rubbed the back of her head.
"I hope you know that I find your story not believable. Well, parts of it." Severus glanced at her face. To his surprise Viv did not try to look away. "Are you telling me that Black and Pettigrew had nothing to do with your...state?"
Viv sighed. "I'd love to blame those dolts but unfortunately they had nothing to do with this."
"Impossible. I don't buy it."
Severus crossed his arms on his chest sternly. Viv was lying, but not about everything. He just couldn't understand why she would defend them.
"Don't be a bore, I'm fine. Tell me what's new today? Any gossip? Any drama?"
Severus smirked.
"Why yes and you were the star of it."
Viv smiled uncertain. She liked attention but something in Snape's voice alerted. "Explain?"
"The word got out that Black and Pettigrew hexed you into an oblivion."
"SAY WHAT?" she abruptly sat up on the bed, but Snape ignored and continued talking.
"So Slytherins and Gryffindors have been on the edge of a cold war."
"This is absolutely outrageous. What are Black and Pettigrew saying?"
"Nobody knows, they haven't been to any of the classes today."
Viv clicked her tongue in annoyance. While she laid in the hospital wing the situation took a terrible turn. She had to set things straight before something irreversible would happen. Viv nibbled on her thumb.
"Lestrange," the voice made the two of the turn. Lily Evans was quickly walking to the hospital bed. Viv groaned in annoyance. Evans was the last person she wanted to see. "Severus," Evans nodded and looked at Viv. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine as you can see."
Evans placed a small bouquet of flowers on the nightstand. Viv watched her awkwardly, wishing for her to leave to avoid further weirdness. "I wanted to ask you something," Evans started carefully. Viv waited. "Is true that...that...Black and Pettigrew hexed you?"
"What the fuck are you doing here, filthy mudblood?" a loud voice sneered. Barty walked towards them, glaring at Evans.
"Crouch," Snape stood up and stepped in front of Evans.
"Came to finish her off?" Barty pushed Snape aside and hovered over Evans.
"Watch you're your Crouch," she said coldly.
"Or what?"
Snapped grabbed Crouch by the arm and squeezed it. Their eyes glared daggers at each other. Viv's temple started vibrating.
"What on earth is going on here?" Madame Pomfrey hurried in their direction. "What do you think you are doing? This is a hospital wing, where patients need peace and quiet to recover. That's it, everybody out." Out!" Viv watched in admiration as the older lady shooed the three people.
"Hold on," Viv called. "Evans, you stay,"
"Miss Lestrange I strongly insist that you..."
"Please, it will only take a minute," Viv smiled lightly. Madame Pomfrey sighed and saw the two guys out.
Another awkward silence fell between then. Finally, Viv cleared her throat. "They didn't do anything, but help me, Evans. That's all."
Lily Evans exhaled loudly. She didn't realize that the whole time she was holding her breath.
"Thank you," she said and left the hospital wing.
Viv fell back on the bed and pulled the covers over herself. Everything was a mess. And in a way, she caused it. A loud groan escaped her lips. She buried her face into the blankets. She didn't know what to do. She needed to think, to assess everything that happened. She needed to process that Remus Lupin was a werewolf and that he almost killed her.