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AN: British/American dictionary –
Bog – swamp, marshland – lots of water and… mud.
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End of Last Chapter:
You're a witch, for heavens sake! Use magic you nitwit! I reminded myself.
I fumbled in my robes for my wand. I had been lying on the pocket that contained my wand and I had to roll over to gain access to it.
Please, please don't let it be broken! I silently begged. I suddenly had this horrific thought that perhaps I had snapped it – and then where would we be?
Finally, I grasped the thin column and triumphantly whipped it out. I looked up, a spell on the tip of my tongue, and was met with a hoof on the side of the face.
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Unforgettable, In Every Way Part IX – In Which There is SwayingI was in a bog with water sloshing around me. The branches off nearby bushes whipped against my face, and the wind shrieked in my ears. Vaguely, the wind sounded almost like words:
"Do you think she'll be ok?" A voice asked, concerned.
"Which one? Anya or Lily?" A second voice replied.
"Lily, you idiot! No, I meant Anya – who just so happens to have fainted. Nooo, I'm not concerned about Lily at ALL – she just happens to have been knocked out by Prongs here and who knows if he cracked her head open?" The first answered, bitterness in his voice.
"Oh, right, sorry. But will she be ok?"
"Of course she will! Right? Um… Prongs?"
"I have no idea – but we can't risk taking her to Madame Giles. She might be a bit too nosy again, and then where would we be?" The one called Prongs responded quietly.
"But – but what – what if she… dies?" The other voice asked worriedly
"Oh shut up Wormtail. That, um… won't happen, right?"
"You two look after Moony. I'll take these two back to the castle." Prongs volunteered.
"But what –"
"I told you to shut up!"
"I'll think of something… I hope."
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I was sinking, sinking… the water was reaching up my legs like grasping cold, tentacles. Trying to pull me under. It was up to my neck now. Higher and higher, it quickly rose. I thrashed about, desperate to save myself, but I couldn't move my arms.
I was going to drown. And there was nothing I could do about it.
The water flooded into my mouth as I gasped for one last breath.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Shh, shh." A voice quickly assured me. "It's ok. You're fine. Everything's fine."
Oddly enough, I felt strangely comforted. I felt a peculiar urge to trust this person, like I had a sixth sense telling me that he spoke the truth.
I sighed, and realised that my lungs weren't being compressed by water. I could breath normally. Relaxing, I faded back into a dream world again.
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I woke up to darkness.
Gasping, I tried to sit up – but I found myself wrapped tight in my sheets. Ah, that might have been why, in my dream, I couldn't move my body. I thrashed about wildly, finally being able to throw off the sheets.
"So you're a wake?" A male voice sprang around me.
"What does it look like?" I snapped. My head felt like it was about to be split in half.
What happened last night came flooding back to me. I gasped sharply and sat up, startling Potter.
"No! Don't –" Potter whispered urgently.
My head started to a loop-the-loop and the world swayed. I sank limply back down to the comforting pillows, squeezing my eyes shut and praying that the world would stop moving.
" – sit up… after the fact now. You have a mild concussion."
"Tell me something I don't know."
"Your in the boys' dorm in Griffindor."
"I'm what?" I squinted up at him. I didn't believe my ears and had to confirm that he was telling the truth with my eyes. "Don't joke, Marauder."
"You said to tell you something that you didn't know and I did. Now you don't believe me." Potter gave a frustrated sigh, but I could detect amusement underneath his façade.
"Fine! Um…" My headache was slowly receding. But I made the mistake of moving my head. Pain, like a bolt of lightning, flashed behind my eyes. I waited with my eyes tightly closed and my fists scrunched into a ball. When the pain had mostly gone – only a dull throbbing remaining – I hazarded a peak.
Again the world was revolving, and this time causing the contents of my stomach to lurch. I decided not to risk a relapse and kept my eyes closed, ignoring as much as I could the feeling of the bed moving underneath me.
"For starters then, whose bed am I on?"
"Mine." Now that I though about it, that made sense. Everyone else would be sleeping in their own.
"Where's Anya?"
"In her dorm… I think."
"You think?" I was alarmed.
"Well, after I gave her a hangover potion, I found a Second Year girl in the common room downstairs. Told her that I wouldn't report her being out after curfew if she got Anya up to her dorm and in bed. She couldn't help fast enough." Potter chuckled slightly at the memory.
"Then why am I not up there too?"
"As I told you before, you have a concussion."
Was that supposed to make any sense? I tried to get my foggy mind around it, but I couldn't see any relevance to my question. After my silence, Potter explained more thoroughly.
"Since you had a concussion, you needed to be monitored. I assumed that you didn't want to be brought to the school nurse…" I shuddered at the thought of being in Madame Giles' tender, loving care. "… And I also assumed that the other girls in your dorm wouldn't quite be in the position to do that either. From what I've gathered, everyone's roaring drunk up there… So here you are."
"Um, right. So… ah… can I go back to my room now?"
Potter shrugged, "If you want to. It's two hours until breakfast – let me just get your robe." He disappeared through the closed red curtains, reappearing again in only a few moments.
"Thanks," I reached out to accept them from his hands. Suddenly a thought occurred to me. "Why am I not in my robes? Why did you take them off, and whose robes am I in now!" I yanked my clothes back from him and cradled them to my chest, feeling quite vulnerable.
"Anya vomited on them. I didn't really want that stuff in or on my bed, I do have to sleep in it and it's three days until sheet change. So I, um…" A blush stained his cheeks, making him all the cuter and causing me to forgive him. Just one, incy wincy bit.
What am I thinking?!
"… so I, um, had to change your robe… I didn't see anything or do anything! And you're wearing one of my clean robes… um, I… ah. Sorry."
What do I say? 'It's ok?' well, it wasn't really, 'I forgive you?' I did, sort of…
"I'll be going back to my dorm now thanks." I slid off the bed and paused a moment to let the world right itself before I picked my way to the door. The open curtains let pale dawn light into the room in strips, dust particles floating in a serine dance on the currents in the air.
I skidded on a pile of clothes that were covering a textbook and lost my balance. Grabbing for a chair, I brought it crashing down with me.
How did I end up on the floor? I questioned myself just before strong arms encircled my waist and pulled me up to a standing position.
"No, you're going to stay right here."
I struggled weakly in his arms, "No, I want to go back to my dorm!"
"I really don't think that that's a good idea. You can barley stand!" He dragged me back to his bed.
"I want to go back to my dorm!" I punctuated every word with a weak pound on his back, but the motion that Potter created while he dragged me back sent another wave of nausea throughout my entire body. I resolutely refused to throw up on Potters back and prove him right that I shouldn't go back to my dorm.
"You're determined, aren't you?" Potter looked down at me with amused eyes. I had been dumped like a sack of potatoes on his bed. Again.
"Yes!" I swayed and he quickly grabbed my shoulder for support. "How many fingers are you holding up?"
"What?"
"I mean, how many fingers am I holding up?" He raised his hand and wiggled the fingers on it.
"Four!" I announced assured. I had been told this trick question on the Hogwarts Express when I had first come in First Year.
A puzzled look overcame Potters features, his brow scrunching in confusion. He looked at the fingers he was holding up to assure himself that he wasn't missing one. He then recounted them very carefully, casting a confused look towards me.
"You are not going anywhere."
"Yes I am! There are only four fingers!"
"And I need glasses!"
"One thumb – you squib!" I laughed gleefully. Since when were there three Potters? Better not mention that.
"Fine! You're going back to your dorm!" Potter conceded the point to me. "But only because I have lost it and I'm suffering from sleep deprivation!"
"Sleep deprivation?" I echoed, the words were too complicated and the pounding in my scull made it slightly hard to figure out what Potter had said.
"Lack of sleep." He clarified as he sling my limp arm over his shoulder and guided me to the stairs.
"Why didn't you go to sleep then?"
"In case you hadn't noticed, you were currently occupying my bed. And I had see the you were ok." He escorted me to the bottom step and made sure that I had a firm grip on the railing.
I was on my own now. If I fell on the stairs or did something that would injure myself, Potter would be helpless standing at the bottom of the stairs. I could tell that he was as uncomfortable with being helpless as I was since he kept shifting his weight from foot to foot.
I began my precarious climb to the first landing. Feeling Potter's gaze drill holes in my back, I straightened my stance – refusing to show any weakness. The effort took its toll though; I was panting, beads of sweat rolling down my forehead, by the time I reached the first landing. There the stairs curved around, blocking Potters sight. I turned around and bade him goodnight, promising him that I would go straight to bed.
I kept up the façade until I reached the haven of my bed. There I discarded my robe at the foot of the bed and had succeeded in pulling my pyjamas on, before I succumbed to exhaustion.
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"Lily! Wake up!" A shrill voice shattered my peaceful sleep. It felt like I had just crawled into bed a few seconds ago.
"I'm up! I'm up!" I jerked up, but soon collapsed back. "Ooo, I'm not up."
"Lily, wake up!" The voice was persistent in my ear, and a hand grasped my shoulder shaking me. It rattled my brain, making my headache flare into all its greatness. It felt like I had a drill trapped inside, trying to get out.
I rolled around and say that it was Anya who – Anya?
"Anya… what the?"
"Come on! You have to hurry! It's only ten minutes until we have to go down to breakfast!"
"Aren't you the least bit tired after what happened last night?" I groaned at her, swatting her hand away as she attempted to commandeer my duvet.
"No, of course not! Nothing happened last night!"
That, of course, got my full attention – bringing me to an upright position before I knew that had happened.
"What?!?!"
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