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Chapter 4
Madam Pomfrey looked André in the eye. "I'll do my best" she told him. André looked at the old witch and nodded he knew Harriet would be ok.
Dumbledore opened his mouth and said "Well Mr. Montague and Mr. Malfoy I will leave Miss Whitlow in your responsibility as she does not know anyone well except Miss Weasley". Draco and André nodded.
Every day after that for four days André visited Harriet and stayed watch. Draco too but unlike Draco, André spent the night in the chair next to Harriet. Even visiting Harriet in between and after his classes. It had been four days since Harriet had been stabbed. Classes had ended for the day and André was visiting Harriet. She still hadn't woken up yet. There was actually no need for Draco to visit Harriet but Dumbledore felt that someone had purposely stabbed Harriet. He wanted Draco to look after Harriet and André to be there for her I mean since he was the one who practically saved her life.
Draco walked through the hospital wing door the bell jingled with every opening and closing of the door. Draco cursed. He made his way across to Harriet's bed. He said to himself. guilt was burning through him circulating his whole body. He recollected what had happened at the great hall. Ron Weasley had made him so angry he wanted to kill Ron. He closed his eyes and wanted to burst and then all of a sudden a knife came whizzing past him and instead of hurting Ron it hurt Harriet. It shouldn't have happened.
Draco seriously didn't know how he did it or why it happened but he was sure confused. He looked at André who was exhausted sleeping in the armchair across the room. If André had known Draco was the one who had stabbed Harriet, it would have shattered him. His best friend since, since Draco was born. Both their fathers were deatheaters and were good friends too. However both Draco and André refused to turn out like their fathers. This was the main reason why the two of them had been friends for such a long time! Draco heard a mumbling and saw Harriet tossing in her sleep.
Harriet's POV
She was in a room it was bare.The room was in total darkness. Harriet could only hear voices.
"What about the infant my lord?" came a squeaky voice. "Kill it" Voldermort said effortlessly. "What about its mother?" "You can use and enjoy her all you want then dispose of her" Voldermort replied lazily. Faint screams were heard from the back. "Bring the baby" Voldermort commanded. "Yes my lord" this time a man with a deep voice answered. "Now kill it in front of me" Voldermort commanded yet again. "Yes my lord the man replied. He held the baby up and before Harriet could scream he slashed the throat of the baby. "Very good Montague" Voldermort commented "Yes my lord I'd do anything to serve you and one day I hope that my son will have the same opportunity and honor to serve you". "Very well Montague bring your son André and I'll have a look at him. Harriet gasped loudly tears streaming down her cheeks.
~Back to normal~
Draco watched as Harriet tossed and turned then he looked closely and saw that she was crying. "Hey" he said shaking her roughly. "Get up". Still no reaction from Harriet Draco grabbed a nearby cold glass of water and sprinkled some on her face. She opened her eyes slowly and Draco shoved a glass of water into her hands. "Drink this" he snapped. "T-t-thanks" Harriet muttered. At the same time André woke up from all the commotion. "Where am I" Harriet muttered then she tried to sit up but then immediately a sharp pain shot through her head. "Ow" she groaned. André got up from his arm chair and walked over to Harriet. She saw him and shrank back into the bed. André looked a bit taken aback by her behavior. "Oh come on I won't bite Madam Pomfrey just told me to tell you that she'd be back soon and she'll change your bandages when she gets back. So I'm supposed to help you there" André pointed to the changing room.
Finally Harriet seemed to trust him so she got up and the wound in her stomach hurt too much to walk properly so André had to help her. The minute André put his arm around her waist to steady her she tensed.
Chapter 4
Madam Pomfrey looked André in the eye. "I'll do my best" she told him. André looked at the old witch and nodded he knew Harriet would be ok.
Dumbledore opened his mouth and said "Well Mr. Montague and Mr. Malfoy I will leave Miss Whitlow in your responsibility as she does not know anyone well except Miss Weasley". Draco and André nodded.
Every day after that for four days André visited Harriet and stayed watch. Draco too but unlike Draco, André spent the night in the chair next to Harriet. Even visiting Harriet in between and after his classes. It had been four days since Harriet had been stabbed. Classes had ended for the day and André was visiting Harriet. She still hadn't woken up yet. There was actually no need for Draco to visit Harriet but Dumbledore felt that someone had purposely stabbed Harriet. He wanted Draco to look after Harriet and André to be there for her I mean since he was the one who practically saved her life.
Draco walked through the hospital wing door the bell jingled with every opening and closing of the door. Draco cursed. He made his way across to Harriet's bed. He said to himself. guilt was burning through him circulating his whole body. He recollected what had happened at the great hall. Ron Weasley had made him so angry he wanted to kill Ron. He closed his eyes and wanted to burst and then all of a sudden a knife came whizzing past him and instead of hurting Ron it hurt Harriet. It shouldn't have happened.
Draco seriously didn't know how he did it or why it happened but he was sure confused. He looked at André who was exhausted sleeping in the armchair across the room. If André had known Draco was the one who had stabbed Harriet, it would have shattered him. His best friend since, since Draco was born. Both their fathers were deatheaters and were good friends too. However both Draco and André refused to turn out like their fathers. This was the main reason why the two of them had been friends for such a long time! Draco heard a mumbling and saw Harriet tossing in her sleep.
Harriet's POV
She was in a room it was bare.The room was in total darkness. Harriet could only hear voices.
"What about the infant my lord?" came a squeaky voice. "Kill it" Voldermort said effortlessly. "What about its mother?" "You can use and enjoy her all you want then dispose of her" Voldermort replied lazily. Faint screams were heard from the back. "Bring the baby" Voldermort commanded. "Yes my lord" this time a man with a deep voice answered. "Now kill it in front of me" Voldermort commanded yet again. "Yes my lord the man replied. He held the baby up and before Harriet could scream he slashed the throat of the baby. "Very good Montague" Voldermort commented "Yes my lord I'd do anything to serve you and one day I hope that my son will have the same opportunity and honor to serve you". "Very well Montague bring your son André and I'll have a look at him. Harriet gasped loudly tears streaming down her cheeks.
~Back to normal~
Draco watched as Harriet tossed and turned then he looked closely and saw that she was crying. "Hey" he said shaking her roughly. "Get up". Still no reaction from Harriet Draco grabbed a nearby cold glass of water and sprinkled some on her face. She opened her eyes slowly and Draco shoved a glass of water into her hands. "Drink this" he snapped. "T-t-thanks" Harriet muttered. At the same time André woke up from all the commotion. "Where am I" Harriet muttered then she tried to sit up but then immediately a sharp pain shot through her head. "Ow" she groaned. André got up from his arm chair and walked over to Harriet. She saw him and shrank back into the bed. André looked a bit taken aback by her behavior. "Oh come on I won't bite Madam Pomfrey just told me to tell you that she'd be back soon and she'll change your bandages when she gets back. So I'm supposed to help you there" André pointed to the changing room.
Finally Harriet seemed to trust him so she got up and the wound in her stomach hurt too much to walk properly so André had to help her. The minute André put his arm around her waist to steady her she tensed.