Disclaimer: Once again, as always, I do not own anything dealing with Harry
Potter nor do I suspect that I ever will. sniffles, cries.
A/N: I want to thank those of you who have read and reviewed, though it is really tough to find those whom will actually read Mary Sue stories.
Malya awoke once again in the hospital wing, feeling incredibly drained of energy. What had happened? And who was that strange man that had attacked her the previous night?
Then, she grabbed at her throat as she quickly remembered the previous night. Looking frantically around the room, she soon noticed a mirror to her left and she gasped. On her neck were bruises in the shape of fingers. They looked almost as if they had been drawn on with charcoal.
Malya quickly sat up and looked around, hoping to find Dumbledore or Madam Pomphry around her. But there was only her cousin, falling asleep in a chair to her right. Poor Crystal, she thought. I wonder how long she's been here.
"Crystal," she whispered. Her cousin awoke with a bit of a start, but quickly realized that Malya was awake now.
"Oh, you're awake," she smiled. "I was wondering how long I'd have to wait here before I threw water on you. So, how are you feeling?"
"Okay, I suppose," Malya sighed. She looked down at her hands. "But I don't think I'll be going anywhere alone now, will I?"
"That's for sure," huffed Crystal. "I'm going to be right by your side, from the time I meet you in front of you and Draco's common room until I drop you off there."
"Listen, that's a nice gesture and all, but I don't think you should spend all that time with me. We could get on each others nerves," said Malya. "Besides, I can't keep you from doing the things you want to do."
"Well, I don't care what you think at the moment," frowned Crystal. "I'll speak with Dumbledore about letting me walk you to your classes."
"But we don't have all the same classes, Crystal," protested Malya.
"I'm sure, under the circumstances, that he wouldn't mind me arriving late," said Crystal.
"Crystal-," whined Malya.
"Malya," interrupted Crystal. "I'm not going to take no for an answer. You're my cousin and as so, I am supposed to look after you."
"But I'm not a little girl, and you've got to understand that," said Malya. "Sure, I'm scared, but I'm not going to make your life tougher just so I can feel safe."
"That's enough," said Dumbledore as he appeared at the end of Malya's bed. "You are both right." Malya and Crystal looked at him, both confused.
"What does that mean?" questioned Crystal. "We can't BOTH be right."
"Yes, Miss Banta, you are both right," pressed Dumbledore. "It is your duty, Miss Banta, to look after your cousin. But it is, as Miss Matthews points out, important that you have your space. Therefore, Crystal, you shall escort Miss Matthews to each meal and to her first class of the day. Then, in between classes, Malya shall be escorted by a student that she shares the next class with."
"What about when she goes to her dorm?" asked Crystal. "Shouldn't I take her there as well?"
"No, Mr. Malfoy shall take care of that," said Dumbledore.
"Oh cripe," said Malya, throwing her hands up. "Not him again."
"You should be thanking him," said Dumbledore in that all-knowing voice. "He's the one who saved your life, after all."
"He did?" frowned Malya. With a nod and a smile, Dumbledore left.
"Great," muttered Malya. "Now I'll never live it down. That creep will milk it for all it's worth."
"You know, perhaps you should start being friends with Malfoy," said Crystal. "He's really not a bad guy."
"That's what you always say, but he never acts so nice to me," frowned Malya. "But I suppose, since it means so much to you, I'll talk to him. But one remark, and that's it, I'm done."
"Thank you," smiled Crystal. "Don't worry, I'll make sure he behaves. Have some chocolate," she said, passing her cousin some chocolate. When she finally left, Malya laid back down, thinking about her cousin. How was she going to become friends with a guy that hated her?
A/N: I want to thank those of you who have read and reviewed, though it is really tough to find those whom will actually read Mary Sue stories.
Malya awoke once again in the hospital wing, feeling incredibly drained of energy. What had happened? And who was that strange man that had attacked her the previous night?
Then, she grabbed at her throat as she quickly remembered the previous night. Looking frantically around the room, she soon noticed a mirror to her left and she gasped. On her neck were bruises in the shape of fingers. They looked almost as if they had been drawn on with charcoal.
Malya quickly sat up and looked around, hoping to find Dumbledore or Madam Pomphry around her. But there was only her cousin, falling asleep in a chair to her right. Poor Crystal, she thought. I wonder how long she's been here.
"Crystal," she whispered. Her cousin awoke with a bit of a start, but quickly realized that Malya was awake now.
"Oh, you're awake," she smiled. "I was wondering how long I'd have to wait here before I threw water on you. So, how are you feeling?"
"Okay, I suppose," Malya sighed. She looked down at her hands. "But I don't think I'll be going anywhere alone now, will I?"
"That's for sure," huffed Crystal. "I'm going to be right by your side, from the time I meet you in front of you and Draco's common room until I drop you off there."
"Listen, that's a nice gesture and all, but I don't think you should spend all that time with me. We could get on each others nerves," said Malya. "Besides, I can't keep you from doing the things you want to do."
"Well, I don't care what you think at the moment," frowned Crystal. "I'll speak with Dumbledore about letting me walk you to your classes."
"But we don't have all the same classes, Crystal," protested Malya.
"I'm sure, under the circumstances, that he wouldn't mind me arriving late," said Crystal.
"Crystal-," whined Malya.
"Malya," interrupted Crystal. "I'm not going to take no for an answer. You're my cousin and as so, I am supposed to look after you."
"But I'm not a little girl, and you've got to understand that," said Malya. "Sure, I'm scared, but I'm not going to make your life tougher just so I can feel safe."
"That's enough," said Dumbledore as he appeared at the end of Malya's bed. "You are both right." Malya and Crystal looked at him, both confused.
"What does that mean?" questioned Crystal. "We can't BOTH be right."
"Yes, Miss Banta, you are both right," pressed Dumbledore. "It is your duty, Miss Banta, to look after your cousin. But it is, as Miss Matthews points out, important that you have your space. Therefore, Crystal, you shall escort Miss Matthews to each meal and to her first class of the day. Then, in between classes, Malya shall be escorted by a student that she shares the next class with."
"What about when she goes to her dorm?" asked Crystal. "Shouldn't I take her there as well?"
"No, Mr. Malfoy shall take care of that," said Dumbledore.
"Oh cripe," said Malya, throwing her hands up. "Not him again."
"You should be thanking him," said Dumbledore in that all-knowing voice. "He's the one who saved your life, after all."
"He did?" frowned Malya. With a nod and a smile, Dumbledore left.
"Great," muttered Malya. "Now I'll never live it down. That creep will milk it for all it's worth."
"You know, perhaps you should start being friends with Malfoy," said Crystal. "He's really not a bad guy."
"That's what you always say, but he never acts so nice to me," frowned Malya. "But I suppose, since it means so much to you, I'll talk to him. But one remark, and that's it, I'm done."
"Thank you," smiled Crystal. "Don't worry, I'll make sure he behaves. Have some chocolate," she said, passing her cousin some chocolate. When she finally left, Malya laid back down, thinking about her cousin. How was she going to become friends with a guy that hated her?