The pain was screaming in her head, ricocheting off of her skull and penetrating her brain. That was the only thing that she could concentrate on: the pain. It was blinding and as hard as she tried to cry out she couldn't. She longed to be able to open her mouth so that perhaps while the pain bounced about in her cranium, it had a chance to escape.
But no suck luck. She was set to suffer when she felt as if two hands had grabbed her at her shoulders and puller her up from where she lay. It was at this moment that her mouth finally cooperated and opened letting out a shriek that could wake the dead.
Autumn sat bolt upright when she heard the scream. She was surrounded by white and had no clue where she was. Before it even registered in her brain as to what she was doing she began to tear at the white curtains that surrounded her bed. She cried out for her friend as she ripped at her cage.
She ran barefoot across the hospital wing to a large wooden door hidden in the back behind the beds. She knew that Willow was behind it. Unfortunately the door was locked.
Autumn growled in frustration as she pounded her fists against the door. She searched for her wand in the pockets of her robes but found she was wearing a nightgown and those pockets didn't exist.
She ran back through the hospital wing searching in any and every place her wand could be at. She tore at shelves and beds and cabinets until she finally ran back to the door.
"I'm here Willow!" She called through the thick door. "I'm here! It's Autumn I'm right outside the door but I can't get in…"
"What on earth is going on here?" Madam Pomfrey Squealed when she saw the disaster that had been made of her ward. "oh you shouldn't be out of bed! Not at all!" she said placing her hands on Autumns shoulders.
Autumn threw her hands off and turned toward the lady advancing on her. "Unlock this door!" she begged. "I have to see Willow!" she commanded.
"My dear, that door is merely our supply pantry…there is no one in there I assure you. Madam Pomfrey said quite stunned…she had never had a student advance on her in such a determined way.
Willow let out another shriek.
Autumn looked up. "If she's not behind that door then where the bloody hell is her screaming coming from?"
"What Screaming my dear?" Autumn's red eyes drilled into hers.
Willow began to shriek and cry continuously at the top of her lungs. There were words, but Autumn couldn't make them out. Soon enough the noise in Autumn's head became so loud and unbearable that she dropped to her knees with her hands on her ears. This though only held the sound it and she released it as she herself let out a howl to challenge and defeat the winter wind that screamed outside the castle.
"Poppy! Get that girl to her bed." Dumbledore commanded as he swept into the room.
"I'm certainly trying headmaster"
"What in the name of Merlin is going on in here Poppy?!" Professor McGonagall demanded as she poured into the ward. "There are several hundred students who would like to know the same thing as they heard her clear over to the great hall as they were walking out the doors to get back to their dormitories for the night." She said over Autumn's howling.
The screaming in Autumn's head stopped without warning without fading, it was as if a switch was thrown somewhere inside to shut it all off.
There was silence in the ward again and the professors turned to see Autumn staring blankly up at them from her knees. Her blue eyes were glossed over and her breath was held. For a split second her eyes focused in on Professor Dumbledore. "Willow?" she whispered. Then with no warning she fell backwards to the floor.
Autumn was by no means unconscious when Dumbledore hoisted her to a bed that hadn't been destroyed by her desperation. Her eyes were open, but unresponsive as they called to her. Her limp arm hung over the side of the bed but her deep blue eyes remained open and glossed over.
"How could she have heard Willow scream headmaster?" Madam Pomfrey asked when she was sure that Autumn's catatonic state was no pretense.
"Human minds have many ways of connecting to one another whether it is by magic or not.
"But isn't she-?"
The boys ran pounding into the room led not by their usual front man. Remus Lupin led the way.
"Where is she?" He demanded his amber eyes wild.
"Remus she is fine. She's alive and is in a state of shock fight now. She's unresponsive but it won't last long. I'm sure Madam Pomfrey has something in stock that can pull her out within a matter of hours." She'll be fine." Dumbledore repeated with overwhelming authority. "Now I do believe you three should be in my office. That is where I left you is it not?"
"Yes sir, but …" James tried to argue, but could find no words worthy enough for an excuse to give to Dumbledore.
"She needs me." Remus said the tone in his voice competing with Dumbledore's.
"She needs her rest Mr. Lupin." McGonagall said firmly. "Now if you'd please…"
"Minerva, Poppy." Dumbledore said and with one glance at Remus he left the ward followed by the two women. "Boys I expect you in my office in no more than an hour.
"What on earth Albus? Those boys-"
"The world moves for love, Minerva. It keels before it in awe." He said simply.
"Love? Albus?"
"Love, Minerva. Goodnight."
Yes there is a line in here from The Villiage if you know what it is then dont sue me...thanks.