Comatose
By Pink Chillies
Chapter 1: Fainted and confirmed comatose
Heather Panther is a petite and pretty girl of 15. Her parents were killed by Death Eaters when she was still two years old. The incident happened one dark and eerie night. Heather's mother was rocking her to bed in a cradle and singing a sweet lullaby. Heather was fluttering her eyes close already then the Death Eaters just barged in by the door. She woke up abruptly and wailed loudly. Her mother naturally protected Heather and in the end got killed. Her father tried to fight them off and in the end, he became their breakfast. No one lived except Heather.
It was a cold winter's day and the white snow was slowly falling down from the clouds above. 15 year old Heather Panther stood on by the window of her dormitory and watched the snowflakes fall. Knock knock! Knock knock! "Come in." Heather half shouted. "Hello, Heather." A male voice answered. Heather gave a little jump. She whirled around to find Harry Potter standing there, arms crossed and leaning against the door. "Y..You.'re.n.not.su. ." Heather stammered.
"Not supposed to be here? Oh come on Heather, in this whole Gryffindor house, only you and I are staying for the Christmas holidays."
"True."
"So?"
"Sorry."
"That's more like it." Harry answered cheekily.
Heather sighed. Harry walked in and sat on her four poster bed. "I'm going to play in the snow." Heather whispered while grabbing her robes and walking out of the dormitory, leaving Harry all alone. "Really, girls." Harry mumbled.
Heather rubbed her ice blue hands together and her lips were turning blue as well. Everything looked so beautiful when they were covered in snow. She looked up at the snow and then, a big chunk of ice from above suddenly hit her and everything was as black as ebony. Little did she know someone was spying her from above and that mysterious student was Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. Blacker, blacker and blacker became the surroundings until she could not see a thing anymore. After a while, a voice rang from somewhere. A female voice that sounded like Madam Promfrey. "I think we can confirm her in what Muggles call, coma." Gasping was heard then someone wheeling something of into the distance.
By Pink Chillies
Chapter 1: Fainted and confirmed comatose
Heather Panther is a petite and pretty girl of 15. Her parents were killed by Death Eaters when she was still two years old. The incident happened one dark and eerie night. Heather's mother was rocking her to bed in a cradle and singing a sweet lullaby. Heather was fluttering her eyes close already then the Death Eaters just barged in by the door. She woke up abruptly and wailed loudly. Her mother naturally protected Heather and in the end got killed. Her father tried to fight them off and in the end, he became their breakfast. No one lived except Heather.
It was a cold winter's day and the white snow was slowly falling down from the clouds above. 15 year old Heather Panther stood on by the window of her dormitory and watched the snowflakes fall. Knock knock! Knock knock! "Come in." Heather half shouted. "Hello, Heather." A male voice answered. Heather gave a little jump. She whirled around to find Harry Potter standing there, arms crossed and leaning against the door. "Y..You.'re.n.not.su. ." Heather stammered.
"Not supposed to be here? Oh come on Heather, in this whole Gryffindor house, only you and I are staying for the Christmas holidays."
"True."
"So?"
"Sorry."
"That's more like it." Harry answered cheekily.
Heather sighed. Harry walked in and sat on her four poster bed. "I'm going to play in the snow." Heather whispered while grabbing her robes and walking out of the dormitory, leaving Harry all alone. "Really, girls." Harry mumbled.
Heather rubbed her ice blue hands together and her lips were turning blue as well. Everything looked so beautiful when they were covered in snow. She looked up at the snow and then, a big chunk of ice from above suddenly hit her and everything was as black as ebony. Little did she know someone was spying her from above and that mysterious student was Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. Blacker, blacker and blacker became the surroundings until she could not see a thing anymore. After a while, a voice rang from somewhere. A female voice that sounded like Madam Promfrey. "I think we can confirm her in what Muggles call, coma." Gasping was heard then someone wheeling something of into the distance.