I like this story, I know I'm bad at writing, but I love to write. This story may get a little weird, maybe a bit confusing, but it'll all pull together in the end.
I may write each part a day to two days apart, but I may not, it depends how much work I have. I have exams coming up in the next two weeks, how depressing! Okay, here's the next part:
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, it belongs to J.K. Rowling
There was a loud crash and the next moment, Harry found himself lying on the floor of his 4-poster bedroom at Hogwarts. He sat up instantly, grabbing at his chest, but instantly retracting his hand covered in crimson liquid.
I>I thought it was a dream…/i>
Harry gasped for breath, letting it fill his lungs; he had never wanted to breathe air so much as he did now.
The room was dark, but he could hear Ron waking up in the next bed making muffled sounds.
Slowly closing his eyes, he felt around to see if there was anything
else wrong with him.
His ribs were hurting quite a bit, as well as his head. It seemed as
though he had fallen off his bed and got cut on something. He pulled up
his arm to feel his scar, finding it feeling fine. I>Odd…/I>
Harry decided to grab his glasses off his night table but found his hand in a puddle of blood.
I>What the hell?/I>
He heard a loud scream coming from Ron's direction. His eyes were staring at Harry as if he were a ghost.
"Harry? Harry? What's wrong?" Ron had now taken a couple steps towards Harry; his breathing was still rapid.
Harry's eyes moved in confusion, "I don't know… I just feel cold, maybe a little dizzy. I fell off my bed after having a dream." Harry put his hand back down to the floor and grabbed his glasses with the other hand.
"You don't mean? Is your scar hurting?' Ron looked shaken and pale.
Harry put his glasses on, adjusting them and Ron came into better focus.
'No, no it wasn't hurting."
Ron looked skeptical but let the subject drop. "Okay, then you need to get down to Madame Pomfrey, you're almost covered in blood."
By this time, there were more noises and Seamus and Dean had appeared
besides Ron.
Neville had been asked to stay at home for a little while because his
Uncle had died.
"What the hell happened?" Seamus spoke for both of them.
A wave of nausea passed over Harry making him almost fall into the small puddle of blood. He kept his balanced and tried to stand up but found he couldn't. Ron grabbed his arm and helped him stand up.
He could now make out a cut on the side of his stomach, it was more like a puncture from a knife, but it was still bleeding pretty badly.
Dean grabbed one of Harry's sheets and passed it to Ron. Ron ordered Dean to go get Madame Pomfrey and then told Harry to lie down on his bed.
There were even more noises in the stairwell, but Harry was too dizzy
to care.
I>What's going on?/I> He couldn't help but wonder if this had
something to do with Voldemort. I>but my scar didn't hurt…/I>
Harry sighed out loud. Just another thing to happen to him. He wondered what people would think this time. Maybe perhaps he had tried to kill himself. And yet, maybe there was a little truth to that.
There were louder noises and his slowly closing eyes opened wide. Hermione
came busting into their dorm to see what had happened. She almost squealed
at the sight.
Ron was pushing Harry's sheet onto the mysterious cut, which was already
covered in blood while Seamus was standing there with a confused look.
Off to the side at the doorway, a small crowd of Gryffindor girls had gathered.
Hermione grabbed Harry's arm.
"What's wrong?" Her eyes were fixed on the crimson covered sheet.
"I don't have a clue, all of a sudden I find Harry on the floor." Ron
blinked.
"Bleeding, I sent Dean to get Madame Pomfrey."
Harry's eyes were now closed, ignoring the noise everyone was making.
It was peaceful,
He was all alone in his little world. Where he looked, he could find
things he liked.
His parents smiling at him form far away. He was winning the Quidditch
cup. He could even see Cedric close by, smiling at him too.
A cold breeze… he was so cold now. His parents weren't there; no one
was there.
A shadow dropped down, casting a dark ghastly light over the sun.
He swallowed hard; the shadow was now forming. It came closer and as
it did, it's appearance shifted to his enemy, his rival. It was Draco Malfoy.
He had a hard, cold grin. Evil, yet so compassionate. His eyes wandered
over Harry, making him nervous.
And then he spoke:
Tomorrow is another day, tomorrow and yesterday's today.
A love that is here a love that is gone, a love that will always be
for tomorrow's yesterday.
A violent wind, the blood, the blood, the blood. An enemy, an eternity.
Gone forever? Today, my eyes. Tomorrow, my blood.
DO YOU WANT THIS? DO YOU WANT THIS NOW?
NOW DIE TOMMOROW, DIE WITHOUT A LOVE, LEAVE THIS PLANE,
ESCAPE AND DIE. HARRT POTTER, the boy who lived, the boy who died?
Today, today, today!
Hold my breath and make me die.
Harry gasped and almost fell over. Malfoy was saying this? He would have laughed except for how haunting it was. He didn't understand.
Draco was now a shadow once more. It moved in his direction and rushed at him, enveloping him in black.
He blinked hard, but this time when he opened his eyes, he found himself in the hospital wing. Ron and Hermione were besides his bed, looking really tired.
"I was so scar…" Hermione stopped her sentence and looked at Harry with
huge eyes. Her face was really pale. Even looking like that, she still
had that thing about her.
Something he loved. He couldn't explain it.
"You're awake!" Ron jumped up as Hermione moved in to hug him.
The dream slowly faded from his mind and he smiled.
"What happened?" He could barely remember. All he could remember was all that blood.
Hermione and Ron both looked greatly relieved.
"We don't exactly know, Dumbledore was really angry. He didn't think it was possible for you to get stabbed-"
Harry eyes opened wide. "Stabbed?" slowly sitting up with Hermione's help, he turned his head to look down at the small bandage on his stomach.
Ron continued, "Yeah, he didn't think it could have been an accident."
"I don't know Ron, it certainly looked like an accident." Hermione had now turned to face Ron.
Harry got a jealous pang in his stomach. He loved her, and she didn't
love him. The way she looked at Ron was how he looked at her. But he still
wasn't sure. There was someone else, who he rather liked, but he couldn't
place a finger on whom, or maybe he was a little scared to…
"How could that happened by an accident?" Ron's face was now
turning a little red.
"I dunno Ron. Not everything that happens to Harry isn't a plot to kill him." Hermione's face was set.
"You don't know that!" Ron shouted a little.
Hermione's face turned sad. "Why do you think that?"
A nervous ball was building in his stomach. They were talking about him and he was right there. I> Well it's better than them talking behind my back…/I>
He didn't bother to listen to Ron's answer and ignored them until Hemrione shook his arm.
"Er… what?" Harry asked. He hadn't noticed that Madame Pomfrey had come
in.
"We have to go, feel better Harry, we'll come see you at lunch? You're
allowed to go back to classes then." Hermione looked sympathetic.
"Cya and-" Harry mumbled.
"What?"
"Er… thanks!" Harry said.
And then they left. He was now alone as Madame Pomfrey too had left.
He closed his eyes, a little scared to see what he would, but nothing
appeared.
He was about to doze off when he sensed someone in the hospital wing.
He opened one eye.
It was Draco Malfoy. He was grabbing his arm, which appeared to be bleeding.
Madame Pomfrey had left Draco on a bed to go get something.
Harry's breath caught. Draco looked over at him.
"I know."
Confused, he began to answer but Draco cut him off.
"You think you can't hurt anyone, but you can. You'll pay for that. Perhaps you already did." He pointed his good arm at Harry's cut.
"So, do you want to die Harry?"
Harry was bugging out. But this he knew wasn't a dream. What the hell got into Draco?
"I don't want to die… Er…"
"Then don't hurt anyone else. Don't hurt me." Draco's face look sober for a second before he grinned at Harry. "One day Potter, one day you'll be mine."
He continued to grin at Harry.
Harry grabbed the curtain and pulled it around his bed closing himself
off from Draco's view.
Deeply disturbed, Harry closed his eyes.
I>What's going on? /I>
And then, as if out of no where, he wondered about that other person
he had feelings for.
Draco?
…..Hermione?…..Draco?
Draco!
Note: That's done with… until possibly tommorrow or the day after. I
was actually going to make this part smaller but I kept writing. Anywasy,
don't forget to review!
Oh yeah. Perhaps you can vote whom you want everyone to be with? Sorry…
no Harry/Hermione! I already know who is with who… but… I may change my
mind! ^^*
