Chapter Five
"Can't Get Her Outta My Mind"
"Harry this is getting pretty bloody annoying!" Ron was being put up to this. Hermione was getting on his case, but the genuine concern in her eyes had Ron bring up the taboo.
Harry's green eyes widen in surprise then in confusion. "Explain."
Ron felt like strangling the wizard before him and it was that bloody Muggles' fault. "You! Your attitude! Nothing interests you! Not even Quidditch." That got his attention. "The rumor is that Hufflepuff is going to kick your arse all the way to Ireland if the Gryffindor Seeker doesn't smarten up!" Despite the anger in Rons' voice, real worry laced the words. "Hermione and I . . . well Hermione is really worried about you. She almost forgot to do the last question assigned in History class."
With a snort and then chuckle both boys began to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.
Harry rubbed the back of his neck, sheepishly looking over at Ron. "Guess I have been acting strange. As of now Meaghan is outta my mind."
"Excellent."
"And to celebrate, I think a midnight sneak to the kitchen may be in order."
~~~
It was so cold. Meg was grateful for the fresh smell of grass and burnt leaves. The grimy floor had changed into the soft cushion of uncut grass. She huddled closer; her summer clothes were no match for the chilly autumn air. Am I dead? She thought as the numbing feeling was overtaking her.
I have to move. She flexed her fingers and toes, "Up and down, up and down," she recited until a tingle burned up her limbs. Carefully she sat up, the ground and the sky began to turn and revolt before her eyes. Closing her eyes, she murmured under her breath and quickly opened them again. The sky was above her and the ground below, where they belonged.
Slowly she lifted herself up to knees; the tingle was a dull ache. Muscles groaned from inactivity. Or had she moved before? She couldn't remember, she couldn't remember anything. 'Think, think, think. Okay 2x2 is 4 and elephant is spelt e-l-e-p-h-a-n-t. My name is Meaghan. Meg,' she gulped. Her stomach rolling, threaten to retch the nothing that was in it.
Tears spilled over and down her cheeks as she struggled to her feet. Crying, she continued to walk. 'I need to find help. I need to find someone . . . Anyone.'
One foot in front of the other she crawled on the crusty field. A railroad tracks gleamed in the sunshine but winked out of view as tried to focus. Holding up her forehead, she straightened her back. Should she just crawl up and sleep? Let the fatigue take hold?
She continued to plod forward, keeping her mind occupied by reciting every lyric she ever heard in her life. The soothing rhythm lifted her sunken heart and made her feet feel not as heavy. The sun was beginning to sink when the numbness curled in her bones to settle with her bones.
Everything is for nothing? Her eyes blinked as she saw mine before with a warning, fade until a road. A road or shelter would be welcomed so she blindly stumbled into the magic shield where exhaustion overpowered her.
Harry was flying overhead. Chasing the golden snitch over the Chasers practicing moving around magical hoops that had a tendencies to disappear and reappear 5 feet away from where it began. Madame Hooch was on her broomstick, strict and always expecting perfection she had amazing hints and strategies o help the team. She helped with all the teams so competition was fierce at Hogswarts.
This is where the blinding pain of his scar, nearby had him hanging over his Firebolt. As he rubbed the raw skin, it pulsed down to a dull throb. In mid stride, Harry closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened the, jade green iris saw not he Quidditch pitch, but a girl collapsing unto the ground. Golden brown hair cascading down her back in greasy clumps and bruised limps were thin and skinny. It faded out as the Quidditch pitch zoomed back in to view. "She's here!" he whispered. Then yelled. "She's here! Fetch the doctor."
Questions were asked but unanswered when Harry flew over the playing ground and flew over the castle, beyond the lake before he twinkled out of sight.
Madame Hooch barked her orders, "Just don't stand there! Do what the man said!" With the Gryffidor team scrambling to the castle, Madame Hooch followed Harry.
Meg felt here sore body being picked up. Coldness coursed through her as she begun to tremble violently. Thoughts of 'I have to get away!' and 'Hold me closer . . .' mingled with her jumbled thoughts. "Hold on Meaghan." She opened her eyes slowly; bright green ones filled with concern held her vision. A lock of black hair fell over his forehead; weakly she picked up her hand to smooth the lock back. A tiny smile played on her lips that mirrored back at her. "C'mon, you're one tough girl." With that, he picked her up and flew up to meet Madame Hooch.
Scents and feelings overwhelmed Meg. Her face pushed up against Harry's Quidditch cloak, it smelt clean. No odors of sweat or dirt anywhere. The brushing of air, made her heart race and her head light headed. She wrapped her arms tight around Harry's neck, one of Harry's arms around her back and another on the broom. She curled her feet around him and buried her face into his chest. The coldness had left but she was scared it would come back if she let it. Here, contented she fell into a calm sleep.
"Harry this is getting pretty bloody annoying!" Ron was being put up to this. Hermione was getting on his case, but the genuine concern in her eyes had Ron bring up the taboo.
Harry's green eyes widen in surprise then in confusion. "Explain."
Ron felt like strangling the wizard before him and it was that bloody Muggles' fault. "You! Your attitude! Nothing interests you! Not even Quidditch." That got his attention. "The rumor is that Hufflepuff is going to kick your arse all the way to Ireland if the Gryffindor Seeker doesn't smarten up!" Despite the anger in Rons' voice, real worry laced the words. "Hermione and I . . . well Hermione is really worried about you. She almost forgot to do the last question assigned in History class."
With a snort and then chuckle both boys began to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.
Harry rubbed the back of his neck, sheepishly looking over at Ron. "Guess I have been acting strange. As of now Meaghan is outta my mind."
"Excellent."
"And to celebrate, I think a midnight sneak to the kitchen may be in order."
~~~
It was so cold. Meg was grateful for the fresh smell of grass and burnt leaves. The grimy floor had changed into the soft cushion of uncut grass. She huddled closer; her summer clothes were no match for the chilly autumn air. Am I dead? She thought as the numbing feeling was overtaking her.
I have to move. She flexed her fingers and toes, "Up and down, up and down," she recited until a tingle burned up her limbs. Carefully she sat up, the ground and the sky began to turn and revolt before her eyes. Closing her eyes, she murmured under her breath and quickly opened them again. The sky was above her and the ground below, where they belonged.
Slowly she lifted herself up to knees; the tingle was a dull ache. Muscles groaned from inactivity. Or had she moved before? She couldn't remember, she couldn't remember anything. 'Think, think, think. Okay 2x2 is 4 and elephant is spelt e-l-e-p-h-a-n-t. My name is Meaghan. Meg,' she gulped. Her stomach rolling, threaten to retch the nothing that was in it.
Tears spilled over and down her cheeks as she struggled to her feet. Crying, she continued to walk. 'I need to find help. I need to find someone . . . Anyone.'
One foot in front of the other she crawled on the crusty field. A railroad tracks gleamed in the sunshine but winked out of view as tried to focus. Holding up her forehead, she straightened her back. Should she just crawl up and sleep? Let the fatigue take hold?
She continued to plod forward, keeping her mind occupied by reciting every lyric she ever heard in her life. The soothing rhythm lifted her sunken heart and made her feet feel not as heavy. The sun was beginning to sink when the numbness curled in her bones to settle with her bones.
Everything is for nothing? Her eyes blinked as she saw mine before with a warning, fade until a road. A road or shelter would be welcomed so she blindly stumbled into the magic shield where exhaustion overpowered her.
Harry was flying overhead. Chasing the golden snitch over the Chasers practicing moving around magical hoops that had a tendencies to disappear and reappear 5 feet away from where it began. Madame Hooch was on her broomstick, strict and always expecting perfection she had amazing hints and strategies o help the team. She helped with all the teams so competition was fierce at Hogswarts.
This is where the blinding pain of his scar, nearby had him hanging over his Firebolt. As he rubbed the raw skin, it pulsed down to a dull throb. In mid stride, Harry closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened the, jade green iris saw not he Quidditch pitch, but a girl collapsing unto the ground. Golden brown hair cascading down her back in greasy clumps and bruised limps were thin and skinny. It faded out as the Quidditch pitch zoomed back in to view. "She's here!" he whispered. Then yelled. "She's here! Fetch the doctor."
Questions were asked but unanswered when Harry flew over the playing ground and flew over the castle, beyond the lake before he twinkled out of sight.
Madame Hooch barked her orders, "Just don't stand there! Do what the man said!" With the Gryffidor team scrambling to the castle, Madame Hooch followed Harry.
Meg felt here sore body being picked up. Coldness coursed through her as she begun to tremble violently. Thoughts of 'I have to get away!' and 'Hold me closer . . .' mingled with her jumbled thoughts. "Hold on Meaghan." She opened her eyes slowly; bright green ones filled with concern held her vision. A lock of black hair fell over his forehead; weakly she picked up her hand to smooth the lock back. A tiny smile played on her lips that mirrored back at her. "C'mon, you're one tough girl." With that, he picked her up and flew up to meet Madame Hooch.
Scents and feelings overwhelmed Meg. Her face pushed up against Harry's Quidditch cloak, it smelt clean. No odors of sweat or dirt anywhere. The brushing of air, made her heart race and her head light headed. She wrapped her arms tight around Harry's neck, one of Harry's arms around her back and another on the broom. She curled her feet around him and buried her face into his chest. The coldness had left but she was scared it would come back if she let it. Here, contented she fell into a calm sleep.