Yes, I have finally continued the tale. I'm sorry for the long wait. I have it completed now, and all typed up, but I'm going to space the final chapters a bit. )
Keep in mind, fluff will be prevalent soon. Mwahaha!
The next day Riley didn't bother to get out of bed. She lay there, staring at the ceiling. When it was time for Potions, a few people noticed she was missing. Lily came and found her.
"Riley, are you okay?" She asked. She stood beside Riley's bed and gazed down at her.
Riley closed her eyes and a shudder passed through her. "I should do it myself." She whispered, barely audible.
Lily stared at her. "Do what?"
Riley shook her head. "Nothing."
"You don't look well. I'm going to get Madam Pomfrey." Lily stated and left the room.
Riley sighed and rolled over. A few minutes later Lily returned with Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore.
"Come, child." Madame Pomfrey said. "We're going to take you to the hospital wing. Do you think you can walk?"
Riley nodded and got out of bed. Together the four of them walked to the hospital wing.
When Riley was settled in another bed, Lily left. Pomfrey went to get some supplies. Dumbledore was the only one left. He looked down at her with kind eyes.
"What's wrong, Riley?"
"I don't feel well."
"I know. But why?"
Riley shrugged. "I guess I caught a bug."
"A bug of sorts, yes. But perhaps the bug has left?"
Riley turned over to face him. "Perhaps." She said quietly.
The next day a harried Madam Pomfrey bustled down the halls. When she found Dumbledore, she whisked him away to the hospital wing. Once there, they surveyed the situation.
"I thought she would last longer than this." Pomfrey said.
"Indeed. But she is in pain." Dumbledore replied.
"What is it, Albus?"
Dumbledore sighed. "She is currently unbalanced."
"She seems to have lost the will to survive." Pomfrey looked broken down herself. "What are we going to do?"
"We will wait. And hope. Perhaps a miracle will come." Dumbledore looked solemn, but a small twinkle seemed to light his eyes.