Author's note

As always I don't own anything from Harry Potter- if I did I would be exceedingly rich.

Lmao I must be the laziest person on the face of this planet! Ok well If you still remember this story here is the update which I have been too slack to write! My sincerest apologies for those who actually liked my story. Anyway you might want to read the last chapter again (it's been so long!) If you R&R and like it I will update as often as I can ( my exams are over so that should be often!) Thankyou to all those people who left reviews for my last chapter:Twisted-fate05, crystaldreams611,thouandI and Dracosours! So heres the new chapter enjoy!


The Awakening

"What are you doing here?"…."Well I don't think she'd want you here"….

A slow dripping noise sounded off in the distance, thundering, exploding in her mind. BOOM there it was again. The repercussions were causing her to feel sick. BOOM.

Why wouldn't the fairies leave her alone?

I don't want to play mummy.

"Come on sweetie"

"No I want to eat the grasshopper's mummy, before the slugs do!"

"Come little one daddy, will be home soon, we have to make you look beautiful"

"Like you mummy? Make me look like you"

She smiled warmly down at her child. Her long curly brown hair swaying about her waist. .her sparkling blue eyes looking affectionately at her little girl.

"One day darling, you will be the most beautiful in all the lands"

"Beutifuller than you?"

She laughed

"Yes sweetheart, more beautiful than me"

She knelt down and picked up the little girl. Her blue eyes widened, fear flooded through her veins. She froze tightening her grip on her child.

"Ow mummy your hurting me! Put me down" The child began to cry and scream kicking her mother. "Shh stay still"

"No let me go!" and with a particularly forceful kick, her mother doubled over and released her daughter.

"come back, no don't!"

A circle of dark figures moved in around her mother.

"What are you doing here?"….

"Ok yes I'll go now!" Someone's hand was covering her eyes.

Everything was dark, she couldn't see.

She tried to open her eyes but they were stuck shut.

"Did you say something?"

She screwed up her face, she really didn't want to have to go to class, what she really wanted was to have a nice long nap, a nanna nap. She must've had much sleep, she felt like she'd been awake for days.

Slowly she unstuck her eyes. An unusual sight met her, shocking actually.

Brooke was in the hospital wing, lying in the bed. As if that wasn't strange enough the two bedside tables on either side were completely overflowing with flowers, cards and other gifts, she noticed one in particular which said "get well Brooke!" written in big blue letters, underneath was a green female green frog wearing a berai, their idea of a sick joke she thought (she was French). What was stranger still was the person leaning over her, peering cautiously down into her eyes.

"What are you doing here?" was the first thing she could think of.

Draco looked a little embarrassed.

"I umm..wanted to make sure you were alright"

"I'm fine I just need some sleep"

"You've been out for two weeks!" he exclaimed

"Out? What are you…what happened?" Brooke shuddered, her memory foggy, she couldn't remember what had happened.

Draco looked a little shy, no that was an understatement, Draco looked guilty.

"I..ah…don't know…you ah got attacked by…" he faltered, avoiding her eyes.

"By?" Brooke prompted suspiciously

"By someone… and you've been out cold for two weeks, everyone thought you weren't going to make it" he added, as though trying to make her feel better about her overcoming her self adversity.

"But why was I…" she paused; she felt suddenly very drunk and heavy, like her head was lolling on her neck. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she passed out. Her memory restored to her in full force.

When she awoke again, it was dark, the curtains around her bed were tightly shut, and she was glad for the privacy. Groggily, Brooke sat up. She looked around her, slowly going over her cards, the bitter sweet aroma of the flowers a constant reminder of what had happened. She paused as she looked at an envelope lying at the foot of her bed. She reached down to grasp it, her back cracking noisily on the way.

Written in luminous black blue thick ink was a short excerpt from a news paper, carefully copied out for her convenience.

Today reports reached the Daily Prophet that new developments have been made in the bizarre occurrences at Hogwarts. None other than the poor deranged school boy Harry Potter has been rumoured to be involved in a fatal attack on a visiting French school girl (who is remaining unknown). According to another girl in her year, the student in question was attacked by Harry Potter, so viciously that after a week unconscious she sadly died. The girl said however that the student who suffered such an outrageous fatality was very mean spirited; who would often place boys under love spells for her amusement. Our source said yesterday that "She deserved what she got, but even still, he (Harry Potter) could attack anyone at any moment, he's deranged" Another student from the same year was quoted as saying "Yeah he's weird, the other day I heard him muttering to himself about You-Know-Who saying how he would like him to come back and kill all the muggle borns!" The Daily Prophet urges all parents to take caution; your children are not safe as long as Harry Potter is in attendance! May the poor girl's soul rest in peace.

Brooke stared at the excerpt then re-read it.Dead? She shook her head vigorously. Who had told the Daily Prophet? Love spells!

She laughed suddenly, it was ridiculous.

Poor Harry she thought, why wouldn't they leave him alone. If only they weren't so thick they'd realise that Voldemort was back, and that they were all in danger from people like Lucious Malfoy and not Harry!

It was thinking about Lucious Malfoy that Brooke suddenly remembered Draco, and his earlier visit. Whathad he beendoing there? She narrowed her eyes at the parchment, he was up to something, but she didn't know what. She was in the process of thinking what Draco could be up to when she flicked over the newspaper excerpt and noticed the same neat elongated writing on the other side. A small note for her. She sat up eagerly, hoping it would give her more clues.

I thought you might like to know what people are talking about. I hope you are feeling well, sorry if I upset you this morning.

Get well,

Draco

P.s I took the liberty of finishing our potions assignment- we got full marks.

"Draco sent me this!" Brooke exclaimed, someone stirred in the bed next to hers, reminding her that she was not alone.

This was all to strange, she thought. On the one hand she thought maybe Draco and his father were planning something against Harry, using her as a pawn, or an opening to the slaughter. But on the other hand Draco had just blatantly helped her, and he'd obviously been visiting her while she was ill.

She shook her head, and then stopped- it hurt. She lay back down to sleep. Her dreams filled with grasshoppers and a pretty woman with long brown hair. Draco's note still clutched firmly in her hands.

The next morning was apparently Sunday. Harry, Ron and Hermione were all sitting around her bed, chatting quietly, and helping themselves to her chocolate frogs.

"Agamora? Oh I've already got her, wanna swap, what have you got there?" Ron's voice filled the morning air.

"Oh shut up Ron no one cares about your bloody cards!" Brooke hissed, but opened her eyes and sat up, grinning.

"Brooke!" Harry and Hermione exclaimed in unison jumping up and tacking her into the bed, while Ron looked a little confused.

"Air..Can't breathe!" Brooke gasped as they let her go.

"Gee thanks, anyone would think that you were trying to kill me!" Brooke joked rubbing her neck. Harry's face fell, and Hermione's eyes filled with tears.

"Sorry that was bad taste I know." Brooke mumbled, wishing her friends weren't always so morbid.

"It's not that Brooke, Someone trying to kill Harry" Hermione said patting Brookes hand patronisingly. Brooke felt her face go red- AND WHAT ABOUT ME!

"IT'S NOT ALYWAYS ABOUT HARRY!" "IT'S NOT ALWAYS ABOUT ME!"

Harry and Brooke bellowed at the same time. Hermione gasped, gapping between Harry and Brooke, who both looked so lethal, that when she opened her mouth to speak again she promptly shut it .

"Sorry" Harry and Brooke said in unison again.

They exchanged small smiles, Harry's eyes lingering on hers for a little longer than they should have.

"So what's going on?" Brooke said after a moment of silent contemplation.

"Nothing" Ron said, stretching back in his chair.

"I think she's talking about what happened Ron" Hermione said, fixing him a pointed yet affectionate stare.

It was Harry who answered.

"They don't know who it actually was"

"Ten sickles you can't guess who was involved though" Ron said sarcastically.

Brooke smiled slightly, nodding in agreement.

"Have there been anymore attacks?"

"No…It was just you" Hermione said meekly, looking worriedly at Harry from the corner of her eye.

"Well…what happens now?" Brooke said, voicing for the first time the thing that had worried her since she had awoken yesterday.

"Dumbledore will want to speak to you…"

"Of course…"

"And then I guess you'll just go back to classes and stuff" Ron Finished for Harry.

"hmm yeah well first I've gotta be checked by Pomfrey so that I can actually leave the hospital wing" And with that the plump, stern looking nursemaid came round to shoo them all out and leave Brooke alone to some " well deserved rest"

"Yeah cos it's not like she hasn't slept for two weeks straight at all is it" Came Ron's voice as they walked out of the wing.

Brooke flumped back down into the pillow, gazing up a the white ceiling, wishing that it was all over and that she could get on with her life.

Her Wish came when the following Tuesday she was released from the hospital wing and told to speak with Dumbledore, who she would have to find in the great hall for breakfast.

Great, just what I need, to walk through the great hall of staring gawping pimply teenagers, fan-bloody-tastic! Brooke thought bitterly as she scuffled her way along to the great hall, hoping most people had already left.

But as she had no idea what time it was, she really couldn't be sure whether breakfast was just beginning or ending.

She reached the entrance hall; her heart gave a jolt as she remembered that night. When all her worst fears had come out to haunt her, the great hall doors closed. To her relief they were wide open, a nice winter morning's breeze blowing through. A hazy blue light filtered into the entrance hall. She shuddered and quickly walked into the Great hall, which gave of the illusion of glowing red.

It wasn't as bad as she had imagined it to be. On the contrary it was a thousand times worse. As soon as she reached the doors, the ear deafening noise immediately stopped as a thousand heads turned in her direction. All was silent, she froze and met Harry's gaze who smiled reassuringly at her. She smiled back.

She walked confidently past the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, but faltered as she neared the Slytherin table. They were jeering and pointing, Pansy stroking Draco's arm affectionately, whispering into his ear. He looked paler than usual. He was starring straight at Brooke, completely ignoring his fellow Slytherin jerks, and Pansy. Who by now had noticed this too. She glared up at Brooke who carried on confidently; smiling a little as she went passed Draco.

She walked up to the teachers table, where Dumbledoore was by now standing, beaming down at her. She grinned, feeling as though her body were thawing out after being a long time frozen.


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