One Lonely Visitor
A/N: This is an AU. Montague did not recover from his brush with the Weasley Twins in OoTP.
There was only one patient in the infirmary on the night of the leaving feast. There was nothing Madam Pomfrey could do for him. Tomorrow, when his schoolmates were boarding the train, his parents would arrive to take him to St. Mungo's. They'd be glad to know that even though their son was in a coma he'd done well enough before his accident to become a fully qualified wizard.
And, Merlin, did Angelina hate that word. Accident. What had happened to Montague was not an accident. It was an act of war.
Most had agreed that it was a prank gone wrong, but they didn't believe it. Montague had chosen a side, acted, and had paid the consequences. Nobody felt sorry for him, least of all Angelina.
She wasn't in the infirmary because she wanted to apologize for Fred and George. She'd sent them a congratulatory owl after the news had made its rounds. She was here because she wanted to see. She wanted to see what casualty looked like.
Montague was still except for the rise and fall of his chest. His skin was pale, a change from his normal healthy glow. He looked dead.
It was better for Angelina that way. There'd be more dead in the coming years. She had to learn how to see them.
A/N: Title Taken From Chevelle's "One Lonely Visitor"