Chapter 7
Diclaimer: Oh, come on!
Warning: I hate doing this!
In this Chappie: Bas news about Chrissy.
Draco and Blaise were sitting in front of the fire in the common room. "How do you think Chrisitne is ?" asked Blaise. They had been up the past few hours worried about her. "I don't know." said Draco. "That was a damn fool thing to do." said Blaise. "No shit." said the blonde. They were both silent for a little bit. Blaise looked over at Draco. He was looking into the fire with an intencity that seemed to fly like the fire. The flames were reflected in his eyes. "What?" asked Draco. He felt Blaise's eyes on him. "Nothing." said Blaise. He looked away, blushing. "Do you love Christine?" he asked. "Like a sister." said Draco. "But, I don't really swing that way." he said. "What?" asked Blaise. "I said...Nevermind." said Draco. Blaise looked at the clock on the mantle again. "Wonder how she's doing?" said Draco. "Oh come on! We're acting like to old witches! Worrying about everything! Let's go for a walk and clear our heads." he suggested. "Okay." agreed Draco. They got their cloaks and headed out the door.They listned for any sign of Mrs.Norris of Filch. Nope. Finally gone to bed. They were heading out of the corridor, when they heard voices from behined a door. "We don't know how long the treatment is going to last." said a woman's voice. "Yes, Headmaster. She may not get through the night." said a man's voice. Blaise and Draco's hearts both stopped at this. "She looks pretty bad. The bleeding doesn't want to stop. Her breathing is too irregular. She needs to go to a proper Hospital." said the woman. "Are you both daft!? She won't be safe there. If she goes to a Hospital, Voldemort will get her a torture her until he gets what he wants!" said the outraged Headmaster. The door was cracked a little bit. The young students peered in. What they saw was enough to bring the toughest man to tears. Christine was lying on a table, blood splattered on her face, neck, and arms. Her chest was going up and down and a pace so odd, it would baffle the smartest of magical people. Her once tan skin was marble white.A cord had been
inserted in to her arm and was feeding the potion to her. The professors where all looking sullen. The light had gone out in Professor Dumbledor's eyes. They were now misty and sad. Professor McGonagall was weeping by Chrisitne. She had taken one of her hands and was holding it. She kept saying over and over "It's not fair. It's not fair." and "My little girl." Christine wasn't just a girl with an incurrable disease. She held a place in so many people's hearts. She brought joy into some many people's lives. She was a daughter. A granddaughter. A neice. A friend. And a wonderful person. Professor Snape was looking at her with an emotion in his eyes that Draco hadn't seen in years. Fear. It was obvious that Snape cared for her like a daughter. The two boys dicided they had had enough and walked away from the door. When they stepped into the chilled night air, it awoke them from their daydreams. More like nightmares. Their best friend might not be alive tomorrow and there was nothing they could do about it. "I can't believe it." said Blaise quietly. "Why." said Draco. "Why does this have to happen to her?! She hasn't done anything wrong! Her only crime is being the best person I've ever known!" he shouted. Tears were running down his cheeks. For the first time in his life. Draco had something to truly cry about. His best friend was dying. "You know what a fighter Christine is. She won't give up without a good fight." said Blaise. "She stonger than anyone can ever hope to be." he said. "She'll get through this. We've had bad before." he said. 'This is worse' he thought.
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~Meanwhile~
'Harry. Help me.' came a soft voice.
'Help me.' it said again.
Harry looked around. But he was alone.
'Over here.' said the voice.
He looked behined him. There was Christine. She was in a white dress. It wasn't form-fitting, but it wasn't loose either. Her hair was drawn up and fastend in place by a white rose. She had a necklace made of pearls around her neck. For someone so beautiful. She looked so sad.
'Are you an angel?' asked Harry.
'Help me.' said Christine again.
'How?' he asked.
'Help me.' she said as she fadded away.
Harry heard a cold laughter and a green light. But the green light was cut off by an unfamiliar white light. And a voice that said: "You won't take us, yet!"
Then all was black.
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Harry shot up in his bed. That dream. It seemed so real! He felt something roll down his sheets. He picked it up. "A rose."
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Ok. Cliffy. I dicided to try it. More reviews. More story. Lov y'all!
Lov,
LR
Diclaimer: Oh, come on!
Warning: I hate doing this!
In this Chappie: Bas news about Chrissy.
Draco and Blaise were sitting in front of the fire in the common room. "How do you think Chrisitne is ?" asked Blaise. They had been up the past few hours worried about her. "I don't know." said Draco. "That was a damn fool thing to do." said Blaise. "No shit." said the blonde. They were both silent for a little bit. Blaise looked over at Draco. He was looking into the fire with an intencity that seemed to fly like the fire. The flames were reflected in his eyes. "What?" asked Draco. He felt Blaise's eyes on him. "Nothing." said Blaise. He looked away, blushing. "Do you love Christine?" he asked. "Like a sister." said Draco. "But, I don't really swing that way." he said. "What?" asked Blaise. "I said...Nevermind." said Draco. Blaise looked at the clock on the mantle again. "Wonder how she's doing?" said Draco. "Oh come on! We're acting like to old witches! Worrying about everything! Let's go for a walk and clear our heads." he suggested. "Okay." agreed Draco. They got their cloaks and headed out the door.They listned for any sign of Mrs.Norris of Filch. Nope. Finally gone to bed. They were heading out of the corridor, when they heard voices from behined a door. "We don't know how long the treatment is going to last." said a woman's voice. "Yes, Headmaster. She may not get through the night." said a man's voice. Blaise and Draco's hearts both stopped at this. "She looks pretty bad. The bleeding doesn't want to stop. Her breathing is too irregular. She needs to go to a proper Hospital." said the woman. "Are you both daft!? She won't be safe there. If she goes to a Hospital, Voldemort will get her a torture her until he gets what he wants!" said the outraged Headmaster. The door was cracked a little bit. The young students peered in. What they saw was enough to bring the toughest man to tears. Christine was lying on a table, blood splattered on her face, neck, and arms. Her chest was going up and down and a pace so odd, it would baffle the smartest of magical people. Her once tan skin was marble white.A cord had been
inserted in to her arm and was feeding the potion to her. The professors where all looking sullen. The light had gone out in Professor Dumbledor's eyes. They were now misty and sad. Professor McGonagall was weeping by Chrisitne. She had taken one of her hands and was holding it. She kept saying over and over "It's not fair. It's not fair." and "My little girl." Christine wasn't just a girl with an incurrable disease. She held a place in so many people's hearts. She brought joy into some many people's lives. She was a daughter. A granddaughter. A neice. A friend. And a wonderful person. Professor Snape was looking at her with an emotion in his eyes that Draco hadn't seen in years. Fear. It was obvious that Snape cared for her like a daughter. The two boys dicided they had had enough and walked away from the door. When they stepped into the chilled night air, it awoke them from their daydreams. More like nightmares. Their best friend might not be alive tomorrow and there was nothing they could do about it. "I can't believe it." said Blaise quietly. "Why." said Draco. "Why does this have to happen to her?! She hasn't done anything wrong! Her only crime is being the best person I've ever known!" he shouted. Tears were running down his cheeks. For the first time in his life. Draco had something to truly cry about. His best friend was dying. "You know what a fighter Christine is. She won't give up without a good fight." said Blaise. "She stonger than anyone can ever hope to be." he said. "She'll get through this. We've had bad before." he said. 'This is worse' he thought.
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~Meanwhile~
'Harry. Help me.' came a soft voice.
'Help me.' it said again.
Harry looked around. But he was alone.
'Over here.' said the voice.
He looked behined him. There was Christine. She was in a white dress. It wasn't form-fitting, but it wasn't loose either. Her hair was drawn up and fastend in place by a white rose. She had a necklace made of pearls around her neck. For someone so beautiful. She looked so sad.
'Are you an angel?' asked Harry.
'Help me.' said Christine again.
'How?' he asked.
'Help me.' she said as she fadded away.
Harry heard a cold laughter and a green light. But the green light was cut off by an unfamiliar white light. And a voice that said: "You won't take us, yet!"
Then all was black.
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Harry shot up in his bed. That dream. It seemed so real! He felt something roll down his sheets. He picked it up. "A rose."
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Ok. Cliffy. I dicided to try it. More reviews. More story. Lov y'all!
Lov,
LR