I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OF HARRY POTTER, IT IS J.K. ROWLING'S!
Mini settled in well at Hogwarts during the next two weeks. The only classes she didn't like were Potions because one, she wasn't any good at it, and two, she didn't like Proffesor Snape, and Defense Against the Dark Arts because Lucius Malfoy taught it. She really liked the subject, the teacher just made it horrible. The only way Malfoy had gotten out of Azkaban prizon, Hermione had explained, was because he was the only one who would teach Dark Arts at Hogwarts. Hermione was a big help, especially with potions stuff.
First Floor Corridor-
Mini had just come out of Potions, and she really wanted to catch up with Hermione before she went to Herbology. Mini was always as late as she could be without being late to her next class, Defense Against the Dark Arts, anyway, so she didn't care. She finally saw Hermione who was with Harry and Ron. "Hermione! I need to ask you something!"
Hermione turned around to see Mini running towards her. "You two go on ahead, I'll catch up here in a minute." She said to Harry and Ron, who went on. "What this time?" She asked her sister, she was getting annoyed with being asked for help all the time.
"I just wanted to know if you would help me with my Potions essay tonight. It's about-" Mini started, but Hermione cut her off.
"Do it by yourself this time." Hermione said.
"But-"
"No, Mini. I'm tired of you being around me all the time. I need my own time. Just leave me alone some, just bug off for a little bit." Hermione turned and walked away, leaving Mini standing there.
"Oh, okay." Mini said quietly as though Hermione was still there. Then, she slowly started up the stairs to the second floor corridor, looking at the floor.
Second Floor Corridor-
Suddenly, Mini found herself on the floor, staring up at a boy who looked to be in his sixth year with white blonde hair. She pulled herself up. Mini didn't know it, but she was staring into the eyes of Draco Malfoy. "Oh, sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going."
"It's okay." Draco said. Mini stepped to the right to go around him, but he too stepped that way. Mini thought it was an accident but he had done it on purpose. She stepped to the left and so did he. She stopped.
"Okay, here, I'll go to my right, and you go to your right, and we won't keep running into each other." Draco nodded and Mini stepped to her right, followed by him. She was trying to get out of freezing in front of him. Then, Draco pulled out his gun.
"Goodbye, Granger." He said and pulled the trigger.
Mini froze him right as the bullet entered her body, stopping it from going all the way through her left shoulder. She fell to the floor in pain, blood leaking quickly from the bullet hole. She didn't know, but the bullet had gone through her collar bone, a small vein, and a muscle before she froze it, and it would've went through her entire arm. She tried to figure out what to do, but her mind wouldn't cooperate and her head was throbbing from the pain in her shoulder. Draco had missed his target, but she was still wounded badly. As she lay there in thought, the already large pool of her blood kept getting even larger.
Mini settled in well at Hogwarts during the next two weeks. The only classes she didn't like were Potions because one, she wasn't any good at it, and two, she didn't like Proffesor Snape, and Defense Against the Dark Arts because Lucius Malfoy taught it. She really liked the subject, the teacher just made it horrible. The only way Malfoy had gotten out of Azkaban prizon, Hermione had explained, was because he was the only one who would teach Dark Arts at Hogwarts. Hermione was a big help, especially with potions stuff.
First Floor Corridor-
Mini had just come out of Potions, and she really wanted to catch up with Hermione before she went to Herbology. Mini was always as late as she could be without being late to her next class, Defense Against the Dark Arts, anyway, so she didn't care. She finally saw Hermione who was with Harry and Ron. "Hermione! I need to ask you something!"
Hermione turned around to see Mini running towards her. "You two go on ahead, I'll catch up here in a minute." She said to Harry and Ron, who went on. "What this time?" She asked her sister, she was getting annoyed with being asked for help all the time.
"I just wanted to know if you would help me with my Potions essay tonight. It's about-" Mini started, but Hermione cut her off.
"Do it by yourself this time." Hermione said.
"But-"
"No, Mini. I'm tired of you being around me all the time. I need my own time. Just leave me alone some, just bug off for a little bit." Hermione turned and walked away, leaving Mini standing there.
"Oh, okay." Mini said quietly as though Hermione was still there. Then, she slowly started up the stairs to the second floor corridor, looking at the floor.
Second Floor Corridor-
Suddenly, Mini found herself on the floor, staring up at a boy who looked to be in his sixth year with white blonde hair. She pulled herself up. Mini didn't know it, but she was staring into the eyes of Draco Malfoy. "Oh, sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going."
"It's okay." Draco said. Mini stepped to the right to go around him, but he too stepped that way. Mini thought it was an accident but he had done it on purpose. She stepped to the left and so did he. She stopped.
"Okay, here, I'll go to my right, and you go to your right, and we won't keep running into each other." Draco nodded and Mini stepped to her right, followed by him. She was trying to get out of freezing in front of him. Then, Draco pulled out his gun.
"Goodbye, Granger." He said and pulled the trigger.
Mini froze him right as the bullet entered her body, stopping it from going all the way through her left shoulder. She fell to the floor in pain, blood leaking quickly from the bullet hole. She didn't know, but the bullet had gone through her collar bone, a small vein, and a muscle before she froze it, and it would've went through her entire arm. She tried to figure out what to do, but her mind wouldn't cooperate and her head was throbbing from the pain in her shoulder. Draco had missed his target, but she was still wounded badly. As she lay there in thought, the already large pool of her blood kept getting even larger.