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Violet walked into the hospital wing in silence, and approached the back room that was there to keep single, quarantined patients separate from the other patients. Without knocking, she glanced around to make sure she was alone, and then slipped into the room, shutting the door behind her quietly.

Stepping further into the room, Violet pulled off her Invisibility Cloak, letting it fall on the bedside chair, though she herself made no move to sit down. Instead she stood directly beside the bed, and peered down at the person in the bed-the man in the bed. She'd already lost track of how many times she'd done this recently.

It had been three weeks since the incident. Three weeks since the Quidditch match. Three weeks since the spell had been cast. Three weeks since Marvolo had been hit with the Killing Curse. Violet had seen it happen herself. She'd been up in the air, searching for the Snitch, and had caught a flash of green out of the corner of her eye. She'd turned, seen the spell hit Marvolo, and watched him collapse. She wasn't sure who had screamed. Maybe it had been her, maybe it had been someone else, but someone had definitely screamed. But though Marvolo had been taken away to the hospital wing immediately, the match had, for some reason, continued on.

Or at least, the adults had meant it to. As it turned out, a professor being attacked with a fatal spell in the stands in the middle of a Quidditch match (regardless of who said professor was) wasn't good at boosting morale or concentration, and since every single person on Gryffindor and Slytherin teams refused to continue playing, mostly because they'd been in shock, the professors had had no choice but to cancel the match, much to their displeasure.

Violet had tried going to the hospital wing as quickly as she could, but had been forbidden from entering and hadn't really been able to give a reason for why she even wanted to get in in the first place, so instead she'd come back at night, hidden under her Invisibility Cloak, and sneaked into the wing, finding Marvolo in the back room. She'd done the same thing almost every night since then, and today was no different than any of those other days.

It was the Weasley twins who had told her what the Killing Curse was, since it wasn't something she'd had the chance to learn about just yet-apparently it was covered in Defence in fourth year. From what the twins had said, the Killing Curse was exactly as it sounded. If it hit you, it resulted in instant death. Or at least, it was supposed to. It hadn't for Marvolo. It hadn't for Violet either, and she knew that because, well, everyone was telling her that recently-that she'd been struck by and survived the Killing Curse back when her parents had been killed.

Everyone thought Marvolo (or rather, Voldemort) had been the one to do it, but if that was the case, then who had attacked him? And how had he survived? Some idiots thought Violet had attacked him, but luckily for her, very few were actually taking that suggestion seriously. She had a very obvious alibi in that she'd been on her broom many feet in the air along with a number of others, while hundreds had been watching her. It was pretty hard to shoot a spell-any spell at someone from that position. Besides, as a second year, she probably didn't even have enough magic to cast such a powerful spell.

But no one had any idea who had cast the spell, let alone why. There were plenty who wanted Marvolo dead of course, so that wasn't really helping matters either. The fact that he had survived was shocking in itself, though Dumbledore seemed to have some sort of suspicion about that, even if he wasn't saying anything about it.

Violet sighed softly. Marvolo was still unconscious. He had been like this since he'd been struck by the spell. By doing some careful eavesdropping, she'd heard Madam Pomfrey say that instead of killing him, the curse had put him in a sort of coma. She didn't know why, and she didn't know how to wake him out of it, or when he might wake up. She said the only thing she could do was put him in the quarantine room, keep an eye on him, and let him wake up on his own.

More confident than she'd been in the beginning, Violet reached out and gently brushed Marvolo's dark hair away from his eyes. But she didn't pull away after that, and sat down on the edge of the bed, stroking his hair slowly. She'd been so surprised when she'd found out how soft it was, and even three weeks later she had a hard time getting over it. His hair was softer than hers! That was actually kind of unfair.

But now she understood why Marvolo had looked so restless back when she'd been in the hospital wing after the poisoning incident. The way she was feeling now-the way she'd been feeling the past few weeks...that was probably how he'd felt at the time. Violet was used to feeling this way-used to feeling...helpless, if that was what this was, but she wasn't used to feeling like this when it came to Marvolo.

Marvolo was a grown man. A powerful man who brought a steady source of comfort-to her, at least. He always seemed like he was in control, he always knew what to say or do, always seemed so focused and strong. And now he wasn't. Now he was unconscious and vulnerable in a hospital wing bed, and no one had any idea what was wrong with him or when he was going to wake up.

Violet hated it. She hated it because it was making her scared, but she didn't fully understand why. Yes, he was her soulmate, but she barely knew him-she knew him more in writing than she did in person. So why was she so worried? Why was she so scared? She wanted him to wake up. She really, really wanted him to wake up. She wanted to see him around the castle again, and in class, and she wanted him to write to her again.

But it didn't look like that was going to be happening any time soon. Marvolo didn't look like he was going to wake up soon, and knowing that scared Violet all the more. Maybe that was why she kept doing this-kept sneaking into here at night, making sure he was still okay, even if he was unconscious.

Violet sighed. It was late, and she had class in the morning too. It was probably about time she sneaked back up to Gryffindor Tower. Besides, Madam Pomfrey would be coming to check on Marvolo soon, and Violet didn't really want to be caught in here. She'd be in big trouble if she did. So she stood up, grabbing her Invisibility Cloak off the chair.

"I'll...come back again tomorrow," she said quietly, as she did every night, even though Marvolo probably couldn't even hear her. Pulling the cloak on over her, Violet left the room as silently as she could.

Marvolo didn't even stir.

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