Disclaimer: still don't own anything you recognise from the books…
Harry watched, as Ben Walker lay unmoving on the hospital wing bed, it was the fifth day he had been there and the man had still not woken. Sighing, he ran his hands through his jet-black hair, before removing his glasses.
"Harry, you're here again?" Lavender asked coming into the small room that was blocked off from the rest of the hospital.
Putting his glasses back on, Harry nodded.
"How long do you think until he wakes up?" He asked her as she performed a few spells.
"It's hard to tell," She answered, "Because we don't know what spell was used exactly or how many were used it's hard to pinpoint a recovery time,"
Harry nodded; he had heard it all before. Every time he had come in here.
Riley sat in his classroom, watching the teacher at the front attempt to charm a pillow to make it follow you around incase you fall. The key word there was attempt.
A piece of paper hit the back of his chair, but Riley just ignored, staring straight ahead of him. It wasn't that he didn't want to be friends with the guys in his class, it was that he would just prefer if they left him alone.
Another scrunched up piece of paper came flying toward him, this time it hit him in the back of the neck.
"Got him," Some one said excitedly.
"Class, attention back at the front please," The teacher interrupted them.
Rolling his eyes, Riley took out the folded piece of parchment he had been keeping in his pocket for the last couple of days now. He was still yet to reply to it. He didn't really know what to say, all Alex had said was that if he had wanted she would write, not that she actually wanted to write to him.
Sighing, he refolded the piece of parchment and put it back in his pocket as the bell rang, signalling the end of lesson.
"Riley," Dougie called, jogging to keep up with the red head as he left the class.
Riley stopped, allowing him to catch up, but continued walking once he had.
He began to whistle a tune he seemed to be making up, smiling at the few girls that walked past them, who in turn all giggled and began talking in whispers.
"So do you like it here?" Dougie talked, his strong Australian accent coming out smoothly.
"It's alright," Riley replied.
Dougie nodded, his blond highlighted hair dropping in front of his eyes, "What was it like back in England?"
Riley stopped and actually thought about this for a moment, while Dougie continued to walk, not realising he had stopped.
"Um…it was home," Riley shrugged as he caught up to the other boy, "you know you have your family and friends, everything's comfortable…"
Dougie nodded again, "you know you could have that here if you put the effort in…. I mean it's up to you, but if you need a mate well you know how to whistle to…"
Riley didn't say anything and watched as Dougie spotted a short girl, Dana, and headed toward her.
"Alex,"
"Brian," she replied in a hushed tone. Surprisingly enough they were actually in the library this time, although she was unsure why Brian was in there since he was just picking books up then putting them back down again.
"Nothing," he replied, flipping the book he was holding open.
"K," Alex replied, putting her books on the table.
He sat with her and for a few minutes they were both silent. The door opened across the other side of the room and a group of girls walked in with Kimmie, they were laughing and talking, and didn't notice Alex and Brian.
"Alex, can we go yet?" Brian whined, closing the book.
Alex nodded in reply, "Can I just get one more book though?'
Brian nodded, but rolled his eyes, and waited as Alex got up and moved toward the music section.
"Okay got it," Alex said returning, picking up her bag.
"What book was it?" Brian asked, grabbing his bag aswell.
"Oh just a piano book, I want to put a few songs to some music but I can't remember a few things since I haven't used the piano in awhile," Alex told him as they walked toward the door.
"Alex…Brian," their names were said loudly as they passed Kimmie and her group of friends, "what are you doing?" she frowned slightly at them.
"Just getting some books," Brian told her, "why else would be in a library?"
"It was just a question," Kimmie replied hotly, before turning to Alex," How are you doing?"
"I'm okay," Alex, replied uncomfortably as some of the other girls joined them.
"Well, we just leaving," Brian told them and grabbed the back of Alex's arm, pulling her away.
Once they were in the corridor and began to head up the stairs, away from the library, Brian finally spoke to her again.
"I'd just ignore Kimmie when she's around them," He told her.
"Why?" Alex asked.
"Because they all think their better than everyone else," He muttered, to himself mainly.
"Hasn't she always thought she was better than you though," Alex joked with him. He looked at her and nodded his head vaguely.
"I guess, but I always figured she didn't mean it," Brian told her honestly, "I don't know, maybe I thought she'd get over it, but then she just and gets all bitchy with them,"
"Get over what?" Alex asked confused.
"Nothing," Brian replied, knowing he had probably said too much already, "Look there's Logan,"
Alex looked up and found that were approaching the practise room, with Logan approaching it in the opposite direction, heading toward them. He smiled as he saw them and stopped out the front for the door as he reached it, waiting for them.
"Logie, just the person I wanted to see," Alex told him cheerfully, taking the book out of bag, "I was wondering if you would be willing to help me?"
"Oh, I don't know Lex, I might be a bit-" he stopped mid sentence as he opened the door.
"Oh god," were Brian's words as the three of them couldn't help but stare at the display that was in front of them.
Charlie was lying on the couch, with Georgie on top of him, kissing each other as if their lives depended on it. Their purple Fascino Quas robes were strewn across the floor, and from the looks of it, Georgie's top was planned to go there too.
Upon Logan, Brian's and Alex's arrival, Charlie jumped up, almost dropping Georgie on the floor, who attempted to pull her top back down and smooth her hair a bit. Neither of the two looked at the other three.
In one quick movement, Alex pulled Brian out of the room and leant against the wall in the corridor. Both of them burst out lasting.
"Well, at least they've made up," Brian said between gasps of air.
"Who's made up?" Kimmie asked, "why are you guy's sitting out here?"
"Well, let's just say, you wouldn't want to be in there right now, especially if your name is Charlie," Alex said and Brian burst out laughing again.
Kimmie looked at him strangely, "Whatever, I can't practise tonight, I've got things to do,"
"Okay," Alex replied, and Brian stopped laughing.
"Like what, do your hair," he called after her as she walked off.
"That was a bit lame…" Alex told him as silence filled the air, "Surely all your comeback's aren't like that,"
Brian just shrugged, "so do you think we should probably go in there and drag Logan off Charlie,"
"I think we should let him go for a few more minutes," Alex replied, smiling slightly.
"Blaise," Hermione said loudly, waving a hand in front of his face.
"ER, yeah? What?" he asked, coming back into reality.
"Are you going to help me organise the last couple of trips?" Hermione asked him for the seventh time since they had been back in their little sitting room, "or should I get Ginny to help me?"
"No, I'll help…err which trip were we organising?" he asked.
Sighing, Hermione put her quill down.
"WE were supposed to be planning the last Hogwarts trip to Fascino Quas, then the final trip here. But it doesn't look like that will be happening," she told him.
Blaise looked at Hermione, she still looked as beautiful as she did when he first fell in love with her, but she looked slightly tired, and he wasn't sure if it was because of the stress of planning the schools trips, the mystery attacker, or because she was now older, or if it was a mixture of all three.
"Well, we've almost finished all the organising for the Hufflepuff trip, then we just need to get started on the end of year trip," Blaise told, her looking down at his parchment, "it shouldn't take too long, I promise"
"It's not how much time we have Blaise, it's the amount of space we have, I mean Dumbledore thinks well be able to fit three hundred extra students into our already full dorms," Hermione said desperately.
"Don't worry, we'll work it out," Blaise told her soothingly.
Hermione nodded, but didn't reply, and went back to writing on her parchment, and Blaise went back to staring at a picture on a nearby coffee table of his little girl and wondering how she was doing.
"Blaise," Hermione said again, not looking up this time.
"Oh, sorry," Blaise said quickly and began to write on his own piece of parchment, smiling to himself as he thought that'd they'd all be a real family soon.
The cauldron stood bubbling in the middle an ancient, unused, bathroom. A thick liquid bubbling inside of it. Soft footsteps could faintly be heard above the hissing and popping noises coming fro the cauldron, as a dark figure moved around the old bathroom.
A small glass vial stood on the floor, next to the cauldrons and a few back curls could faintly be seen. The footsteps grew louder as the potion began to simmer, and a fragile, rasping voice echoed in the room.
"Not long now," it said to it's self, "We just need to wait for the girl to come back, then that dear Mudblood will be ours,"
"I can't believe he punched him,"
Alex laid on her back on her bed, she had just returned from her daily 'chats' with Professor Dokoft, and was listening to Georgie complain about Logan's reaction toward Charlie.
"You can't really blame him," Alex said, "I mean he did walk in on his half naked sister and best friend lying on top of each other,"
"I was not half naked, I was fully clothed," Georgie said throwing her stuffed childhood teddy at her.
"You might aswell as been," Alex threw it back, "Charlie's hands were all over you… I think I'm scarred for life now," she pretended to shudder.
Georgie grounded and flopped down on the bed beside Alex.
"Put this way, it could have been much worse if we walked in ten minutes later," Alex added.
Georgie groaned louder and buried her face into the nearest pillow.
Nicole stared at the blank piece of parchment that was in front of her. That morning she had decided to write to Logan, but now that she was actually doing it, she didn't know what to write.
Leaning back against the armchair she was sitting in, she sighed and threw her quill back on the table, as the portrait hole swung open and Draco and Sam entered the common room, her hand in his.
"Hey Nik," Draco said as they sat across from her.
"Hey," Nicole replied softly, glancing at the couple. Sam's head was on Draco's shoulder and their hands were still linked.
Carefully, Nicole folded her parchment up again and picked the quill up.
"Um, I just remembered, I said I'd help Paul with some charms homework," Nicole told them and disappeared out of the common room, deciding that she was in no mood to watch Draco and Sam all afternoon.
Riley sat on the grass, beneath a large oak tree. A large book was balanced on his knee, with a piece of parchment on top of it, a muggle pen, similar to the one he had given Alex in his hand.
He stared blankly at the only two words on the page, not knowing how to continue on.
"Dear Alex, Dear Alex," He mumbled to himself.
"You know talking to yourself is the first sing of insanity," an Australian accent said to him, but this time it was a girl.
"What?" he asked, looking up, finding it was Dougie's friend Dana.
"Don't worry, it's just a joke," she told him, plonking herself on the grass beside him.
"Right," Riley said, turning back to his letter.
He tapped the pen against the parchment, making a few black ink dots on the paper, but no words would form.
"Who are you writing to?" Dana asked him.
"How do you now I'm writing a letter?" Riley asked, moving his hand over the writing that was already on the parchment.
"I saw the word dear as I sat down, plus you've been pulling that same piece of paper out of your pocket for the last couple of days now," She told him.
"Oh...uh my friend Alex," he told her, "I don't really know what to say though."
"That's a problem then," Dana said, waving to Dougie, who was heading toward them.
Riley nodded, but didn't say anything as Dougie sat down, and Dana began to plait her blonde hair.
"What's up," Dougie asked.
"Nothing," riley replied and put the pen in his pocket.
"Riley's writing to his friend Alex, but he doesn't know what to say to her," Dana said absentmindly, wrapping a hair tie around her blonde plait.
"I thought you weren't talking to Alex," Dougie said.
"I never said that," Riley said, confused about the whole situation.
"Oh, no wait you said she left," Dougie corrected himself.
"IF your talking to her, then how come you can't write the letter," Dana said suddenly.
"I…I don't know what to sat to her," Riley said immediately.
"Why?" Dana asked.
"Because I'm confused about how I feel about her," Riley replied again, unsure why he was telling them everything.
"Well I'm sure if you tell her the truth it will be alright," Dana said, getting up. She grabbed Dougie's hand and helped him before brushing the grass off her pants.
"See you later Riley," she said softly, walking back toward the school building.
The dark figure stopped in front of the old cracked mirror. Using his sleeve, he wiped away some of the dirt and grim that had built up on it.
Finally he let his hood slide back. The reflection of the mans round moon shaped face could just be seen through the darkness of the damp bathroom. The thin purple scar curving from his ear to above his eye visible.
A battle scar that had been taken during the final battle. A battle where he stood along side one of the greatest wizards of time and fought against one of the most powerful wizards of all time. A scar that had been achieved by deflecting the wrong curse at the wrong time. The interference that had saved her life, but almost shattered his. A scar that represented his passion and love for Hermione Granger all at once.
A scar that cost him his sanity.
A/N: okay okay I now that it was a bit short and most of it was a bit pointless…but I did say I'd put it up either today or Sunday and I just wrote the first things that came to mind…any hoo in that last part I left a few hints about who the stalker might be…. anyone have any new ideas now that we all know it's not Ben walker, although that's who I intended it to be in the first place…okay now I'm confusing myself…
Hopefully i'll have the next chapter up sometime during the week
Please review…and I hope you liked this (although most of it was pointless)
Luv emgurl….