Twisted Events of Fate
Chapter Three: Confusion
The Golden Trio walks out of the Hospital Wing with worry. The doors swung shut, with Seamus laying in one of the white beds.
"Wonder what's wrong with him?" Ron asked, fastening his bag over his shoulder. Harry looked down at the ground, continuing to walk towards Charms class with a pink pass in their hands to excuse them for their lateness.
"Maybe he drank something or someone stuffed poison down his throat or…." Ron began as Hermione cut in. "Or maybe someone pushed him off the Astronomy Tower, threw him to the Giant Squid in the lake, then hit him with a bat many times then left him to lay in the corridor and die."
Harry looked over shocked. "Geez Hermione, do you think about this a lot?" Hermione's face lit up. "Yes, I always imagined that happening to MalFerret-Face."
Ron and Harry exchanged knowing looks and continued walking. Hermione looked back down at the Hospital Wing doors that were becoming further and further away with a look of sadness and confusion. She was a curious little witch, and that's how she got into a lot of trouble along with her two best friends. She admitted it to herself a long time ago; she was a brownnoser and will always be that way. 'Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.' The young witch would always stick with that quote.
As the day grew older, students became drowsier as classes began to come to an end. Everyone seemed to be effected by this plague except for one witch, Hermione Granger. She stood outside the Hospital Wing's doors, listening intently; trying to pick up the littlest hint of what was wrong with Seamus.
Finally, after waiting way past dinner, she decided to close the case for now and work more on it tomorrow. Smiling with that idea, she headed towards the only place she could actually find peace, the library.
Ginny Weasley sat down in the small bathroom stall, tears leaking down her face. She had just broken up with her boyfriend, Harry Potter, and felt horrible. Harry had said that he preferred her not to be hurt by him or Voldemort. Ginny had to hold back a laugh at that. She made a bet to herself that she would find Harry going out with some other girl in about a month or so.
She had been doing it for almost 3 years now. It soothed her to know that she could cause pain. She found it comforting to put the words unsaid into her blood.
Cutting.
A nasty little habit, but once she started; she couldn't bring herself to stop. No one knew though, no one except for the memory of Tom Riddle in her 1st year at Hogwarts.
She pulled out her small knife and pulled up her right sleeve. Many scars were already on her arm, wrist, and shoulder; but she would always find another place to start. That's why she would always wear long sleeved shirts, or use a quick vanishing charm on the scars.
She then brought the blade down to her wrist.
Draco Malfoy was sad, but he refused to show it in public; and he would never tell anyone why he was sad either. Something dreadful happened to him almost three months ago, and he was slowly getting over it.
He hates his father. 'He dislikes him with a passion,' is what his mother would prefer he said. Narcissa really wasn't a mean, stuck-up, rich woman as everyone thought she would be. On the contrary, she was actually quite nice under the façade that she had to put on for Lucius. And both Draco and Michelle liked that. At least they had someone to run to if they were being beaten or hurt by their father or his fellow deatheaters.
A/N: Just wanted you guys to get a view on a couple of peoples lives before we really start the story. Sorry for shortness, but what must be done gets done. Lots of love. Laterz.