A/N: The chapters of this story propably won't be in chronological order. I'll try to keep it still clear as when thing happen and won't jump in time in the middle of the chapter (excluding some memories). Again I'll say that english isn't my first language so there may be some grammatical mistakes. All suggestions and critique is welcome. Nothing else to say really
Disclaimer: These characters and places and everything else are not mine.
Awakening
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She woke up in the noices of someone talking around her. She didn't want to open her eyes because she knew she shouldn't be awake. She should be dead and that meant you didn't hear voices around you wondering if you were warm enought nor when you might awake. Propably she had moved a little because the voices came closer.
"How are you my dear?" asked a voice she knew she should remember. It was kind and caring voice, motherly if you wanted to think so. "I should be dead" she whispered to the kind voice above her. She heard a little gasp before the voice asked "Now why would you say so? You are quite certainly alive." She squeezed her eyes shut and explained "I was promised I would get away. I shouldn't be here." "Don't be silly my dear. You are safe in Hogwarts and there's no one to harm you. Just open your eyes and see."
She thought about what she had heard. The mentioning of "Horwarts" did bring back some memories. This kind voice was propably madam Pomfrey and she was in the hospital wing. But how? She opened her eyes but closed them soon after. "Why is it so dark in here?" she whispered in fear. That wasn't right. The hospital wing was always light because of the big windows. Even at nights there were lamps making it safer to walk around the beds. Now she couldn't see any light and she feared what it might mean.
"What do you mean? The infirmary is light as day.." said that gentle voice and trailed off. Before it could continue there was a new voice, much darker but somehow soften than the motherly gentle voice. "I knew this might happen" was all it said. The voice came behind her head and before she could turn around there was touch on her shoulder and neck. A gentle hand that pushed her back to bed but at the same time was incredibly soothing. This touch she knew well.
"You knew this could happen? What do you mean? What could happen?" said the first voice, now clearly irritated. "She's blind" that darker voice said bluntly. "Why?" she asked softly, fighting back the tears she felt in her eyes. "Why did you bring me back from there if that meant that..." Her voice broke into heart tearing sobs.
"I had to get her away from there" the dark voice explained. "By making her look like dead and getting dark lord's aproval to bring the corpse back as a warning to the light was only way I could find. And on the time too. I was away when that Potter boy made his foolish stunt. His foolish stunt that rid us of from the dark lord forever. The whole place exploded afterwards and everyone inside perished. Would you have prefered us in there on that moment?" The dark voice asked coldly.
"Unfortunately," it continued, "there is that side effect which I have never found out a way to take off." The sobs had died away and now she was angry. She was angry to this man who had taken away the love of her life. She loved potions but without an eye sight she could never again make them. Never again enjoy the feeling of perfect work.
"Why did you bring me out of here? Why did you do it with the cost of my sight. I just asked you to let me die." she asked bitterly. The gentle voice didn't say anything. It let these two handle this conversation. IT could make it's accusations later, in a better place. Now it wanted to hear what this dark voice would answer.
"As unbelievable as it may seem, I did this because I care about you." said the dark voice but it couldn't continue when she said "As if you care anyone. You know my life is potions and I can't make them anymore, how could I? You took everything from me.." it said before the sobs came back.
"I know what potions mean to you. How could I not when they are my life as well. I wanted to spare you because I saw a great potential in you. I promise that I'll make you best potions master this school has ever had." After this was said the touch went away. She could hear footsteps going away and she was left alone. Left alone in the darkness without that soothing touch. But she considered those words. Maybe, just maybe it would be possible for her to make potions once more. With these thoughts she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
Disclaimer: These characters and places and everything else are not mine.
Awakening
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She woke up in the noices of someone talking around her. She didn't want to open her eyes because she knew she shouldn't be awake. She should be dead and that meant you didn't hear voices around you wondering if you were warm enought nor when you might awake. Propably she had moved a little because the voices came closer.
"How are you my dear?" asked a voice she knew she should remember. It was kind and caring voice, motherly if you wanted to think so. "I should be dead" she whispered to the kind voice above her. She heard a little gasp before the voice asked "Now why would you say so? You are quite certainly alive." She squeezed her eyes shut and explained "I was promised I would get away. I shouldn't be here." "Don't be silly my dear. You are safe in Hogwarts and there's no one to harm you. Just open your eyes and see."
She thought about what she had heard. The mentioning of "Horwarts" did bring back some memories. This kind voice was propably madam Pomfrey and she was in the hospital wing. But how? She opened her eyes but closed them soon after. "Why is it so dark in here?" she whispered in fear. That wasn't right. The hospital wing was always light because of the big windows. Even at nights there were lamps making it safer to walk around the beds. Now she couldn't see any light and she feared what it might mean.
"What do you mean? The infirmary is light as day.." said that gentle voice and trailed off. Before it could continue there was a new voice, much darker but somehow soften than the motherly gentle voice. "I knew this might happen" was all it said. The voice came behind her head and before she could turn around there was touch on her shoulder and neck. A gentle hand that pushed her back to bed but at the same time was incredibly soothing. This touch she knew well.
"You knew this could happen? What do you mean? What could happen?" said the first voice, now clearly irritated. "She's blind" that darker voice said bluntly. "Why?" she asked softly, fighting back the tears she felt in her eyes. "Why did you bring me back from there if that meant that..." Her voice broke into heart tearing sobs.
"I had to get her away from there" the dark voice explained. "By making her look like dead and getting dark lord's aproval to bring the corpse back as a warning to the light was only way I could find. And on the time too. I was away when that Potter boy made his foolish stunt. His foolish stunt that rid us of from the dark lord forever. The whole place exploded afterwards and everyone inside perished. Would you have prefered us in there on that moment?" The dark voice asked coldly.
"Unfortunately," it continued, "there is that side effect which I have never found out a way to take off." The sobs had died away and now she was angry. She was angry to this man who had taken away the love of her life. She loved potions but without an eye sight she could never again make them. Never again enjoy the feeling of perfect work.
"Why did you bring me out of here? Why did you do it with the cost of my sight. I just asked you to let me die." she asked bitterly. The gentle voice didn't say anything. It let these two handle this conversation. IT could make it's accusations later, in a better place. Now it wanted to hear what this dark voice would answer.
"As unbelievable as it may seem, I did this because I care about you." said the dark voice but it couldn't continue when she said "As if you care anyone. You know my life is potions and I can't make them anymore, how could I? You took everything from me.." it said before the sobs came back.
"I know what potions mean to you. How could I not when they are my life as well. I wanted to spare you because I saw a great potential in you. I promise that I'll make you best potions master this school has ever had." After this was said the touch went away. She could hear footsteps going away and she was left alone. Left alone in the darkness without that soothing touch. But she considered those words. Maybe, just maybe it would be possible for her to make potions once more. With these thoughts she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.