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Chapter 4
A/N: Wowwie Wowwie! The day I put the story up, someone somments! I feel all Speshul now! Well, to those who are lost on who Elizabeth is... Elizabeth is Harry's older sister by 3 years. She has Green eyes, Red hair, looks like Lily, is in Slytherin and if you can't tell by now, in love with Snape. I had written a series called "Written in Ink" but it kinda flopped. I have plenty of pics on my web site of her and Snape. http://www.angelfire.com/dbz/neitherworld/home.html Thanks again for the comment!
After an entire day of Elizabeth in a coma and showing no real progress other than stable, Dumbledore decided to call a meeting in the Great Hall. Most everyone could already guess what he was going to talk about, and most everyone sat at their seats guiltilly.
Draco felt horrible as he sat at the Slytherin table. He had been there for her through last year, why did this year have to be different? He didn't know what he could do. All he could think about was the way Elizabeth looked right before she collapsed, then what she looked like after that. She looked dead. Maybe she had already died. Maybe that's what Dumbledore was going to announce; they all had helped kill Elizabeth Potter.
Draco shook slightly, burrying his face in his hands and batting Arachne away as she tried to comfort him. Arachne was no calmer about the situation. She knew she had been a terrible friend to Elizabeth. She glanced over at Echo Falguni. Echo looked back with guilt on her face.
The Gryffindor Table felt even worse if possible. Everyone was certain that Dumbledore was going to announce her dead. It would be their fault. Fred's for not letting Ron or George help her, Harry's for not being the brother he should have been, Hermione's for listening to Ron and Harry... the list went on.
Dead silence fell on the room as Dumbledore stood. He cleared his throat and every eye fell on him.
"I believe there is not one person here who does not know why Elizabeth Potter is in the hospital wing. But if there is, I will clear the matter up. Elizabeth Potter had been depressed, and decided to take her own life by means of poison. She collapsed in Potion's class yesterday, and has been in a coma ever since. If not for Professor Snape, she would be dead." The crowd let out a breath. She was alive, at least. Dumbledore raised his hand to hush them. "However, depression this deep, was visible. Why no one reported her condition to me or anyother teacher is a mystery. Did anyone even ask if she was all right?" Students here and there looked at each other guiltilly, some even cried.
"I understand there was an article last year about rumors that her and a teacher were together. Why would any of you believe such rubbish? I can assure all of you, nothing is between her and Professor Snape that deserves any of this treatment. If anything has been felt between each other, Elizabeth has probably just had a crush, therefor, it is her business alone." He sighed. "This is a very serious matter. Everyone here has had a hand in this. It's the teachers' faults for not doing anything to help her, and the students' for not reporting this. Please, this is something not to be taken lightly. If you see anyone else like this or close, report immediatly. Help can be given, but sometimes it's too late. This is a case in which we may be too late."
Draco let out a saddened moan, shaking sobs. Hermione looked over and saw Snape. She was stunned when she noticed his eyes. They were red, as if he had been crying. He slumped forward and supported his head on his hand, propping himself up on his elbow. He gripped a fistful of hair and looked to be crying again.
"Elizabeth's condition is stable, but she is unconcious. If she changes, we will let you all know. But no visitations will be made until she is well enough to get out." He then dismissed everyone, although some were so shocked they could barely move.
Snape immediatly returned to the hospital wing, feeling guilty for leaving her. She was still unconcious, but at least all the potions they were injecting into her veins were starting to give color back into her face. He couldn't get over how she was paler than he was. A tear suddenly dripped onto her hand. He quickly whiped it away then rubbed his eyes, frustrated. He looked at her wrists again, frowning at the scars. He then pulled up one of his black sleeves and looked at his own scars across his wrists and all through that Dark Mark on his left arm. She was lucky. Her scars could be treated and made to not even appear. His were permanant. They had remained since he was a Hogwarts student.
Snape sighed unhappily, leaning back in the chair and closing his eyes, starting to remember his nightmarish childhood.