Chapter 11
Tired and Alone
'Unheard pleas for help fill the room. Ever soft whimpering can be heard as well. "Please, don't." she pleaded. Black hair sticking to her face. "Why? Why are you doing this!" head down, tears flowing, she hugs herself. "It's not my fault!" she cries out. What she said seems to make him angrier. "Shut it." he whispers harshly.
She sat there on the floor, crying. She looks up to notice a boy in front of her scowling. He begins to laugh and than started to slowly walk toward. He said something, but she couldn't make it out. Lips moved but no words could be heard. She didn't understand... wait, something like. "...get it ... you don't even ca... how dare you..."
She became more frightened at every step he took. Thoughts ran through her head. She had loved him so much. She had given up so much. Papa doesn't approve and there isn't anything I can do! But she had to...
He grabbed her by the shoulders, gripping extremely tightly. Picking her up, he throws her against the wall. Hard. She, already tired & in pain, only lets out a small moan of exaustion. He arm and leg bent the wrong way. They were brocken badly.
Once again, he walks up to her, this time slapping her across the face. "No, please Lou..." he kicked her. There was a crack. Another brocken bone, another tear, another snicker. "It isn't my... I don't want to... I want to..." he hits her again. This time, only a low pain filled moan could be heard.
Suddenly, her eye sight becomes blurry & eye lids heavy. Although, just before fainting, she catches a glimpse of light in the corner of her eye... '
Melanie's p.o.v.
Mel stopped, she was crying and she couldn't stand to continue. She lightly called Libby to her side and then teid the letters to her leg. In addition, she tore a little peice of parchment and then quickly scibbled something on it.
"Give this," she put the little paper in Libby's mouth. "to Cody. After he's done, I want you to go to Mark as quickly as the wind will take you. Understood?" Mel looked at her owl. She whoed and speed off.
"I just hope they get it..." hearing a groan Mel stopped and turned. But Nia still wasn't awake and Mel was still afraid. Mel pulled a chair over to the bed, and rested her head on the side of it. Still, she was worried and frustrated, but she knew that Nia could get through this. She knew she could...
But when, when would she pull through? Why was this all happening? Who or maybe even what did this too her? These and thousands of other questions were bothering her at that very moment; but Mel suddenly has an idea. If Nia woke up, for even a second, she would make her pull the memory of the dream out and into a bottle. But that meant she had to get a bloody bottle... or maybe not!
Mel grabbed a peice of parchment and did a simple transfiguration charm. Parchment to bottle, that simple. Then she sat there waiting for her best friend to wake up...
Madame DeBarbarac's office
"Naomi DuBois needs our help and there's nothing we can do! She doesn't deserve that haspital bed or this pain! And why..." Mme Avril was cut off by M. Laplume, the Defense Against the Dark Arts proffesser. "We all realise that Avril, but she's a strong girl, she should be able to handle herself until we find out what's wrong." He finished.
"But that's the big question! What is wrong with the girl!" Mme Ledoue looked the most worried. With those words, she and everyone else in the room was silent with thought. Not one person knows what's wrong with her and no one can figure it out either.
"What if someones cursed the girl?" Mme Poiron asked. "Or maybe she went out last night..." Mme. Jacqline said. "Or what if someone's actually doing this to her." M. LaBerge stated.
Madame DeBarbarac stood up quickly, surprising everyone, and headed toward a cabinet in her office. Opening it, she quickly grabbed a big black leather bind book. "What is it Marie?" Mme Lean asked. "When I first came hear, I had to read through these record books. This one here is of all the students expelled and why. And if my memory serves me correctly one of the boys...
Hospital Wing; Naomi's p.o.v.
'Unheard pleas for help fill the room. Ever soft whimpering can be heard as well. "Please, don't." she pleaded. Black hair sticking to her face, she struggled to get up but couldn't. "Why? Why are you doing this!" head down, tears flowing, she hugs herself. "It's not my fault! I didn't ask for any of this! I don't want to move to Sydney!" she cries out. What she said seems to make him angrier. "Shut it. It's not like you've tried to stay! You just sprang this whole thing on me! Like you want to leave!" he whispers harshly.
She sat there on the floor, crying. She looks up to notice a boy, not a man, not the man she knew and cared for, in front of her scowling. He begins to laugh and than started to slowly walk toward. He said something, but she couldn't make it out, it was said to fast and to quiet. She didn't understand... wait, she couild understand now. "Don't you get it! The past to years I've only had one thing on my mind! You don't even care about the fact that I love you! The fact that it doesn't feel right when your not around! How dare you asume that I would just going on living not caring bloody hell that you weren't here! How dare you think for one second I'd break that promise! Just the thought of you made me feel better and now it only makes me feel sick! Your a liar and a fake!"
She became more frightened at every step he took. Thoughts ran through her head. She loved him so much and never thought for a minute that he would give up on her; that she would ever give up on him. She had given up so much, not since she was a little girl. Right from the begining she had worned him. Papa never stayed in one place for to long, his job was to important. And anyway, Papa never like him. He hated Louis ever since they first met, thought he was to bad for me. Papa doesn't approve and there isn't anything I can do! He wont stay just because I want to stay with Louis. But she had to do something, she had a feeling he would hurt her...
He grabbed her by the shoulders, gripping extremely tightly. Picking her up, he throws her against the wall. Hard. She, already tired & in pain, only lets out a small moan of exaustion. He arm and leg bent the wrong way. They were brocken badly. Maybe worse then perfectly fixable.
Once again, he walks up to her, this time slapping her across the face. "No, please Louis, I've tried everything! He wont stay!" he kicked her. There was a crack. "liar." he whispered. Another brocken bone, another tear, another snicker. "It isn't my fault! Papa loves his work more then anything! I don't want to leave! I don't want to leave you! I want to stay with you and my friends and my school and my home! But he wont budge!" he hits her again. This time, only a low pain filled moan could be heard.
Suddenly, her eye sight becomes blurry & eye lids heavy. Although, just before fainting, she catches a glimpse of light in the corner of her eye... '
Nia bolted upward and screamed...
Hogwarts; Gryffindor Boys Dormitories
"Dammit! What do you think si wrong!" Sirius, James, and Remus were worried and the idiot for a friend that Petter was was still asleep. He didn't even like those Naomi and Melanie!
"I'm going to ask Dumbledore if I can use his fireplace and if we can go visit. If the proffesser comes, he might be able to help." Remus stopped pasing and looked at his friends. "Good idea, we'll come." James stated. The three left Petter and started toward the Headmasters office.
Heading to Madame Debarbarac's office; Melanie's p.o.v.
Mel's mind was racing. It would help, the dream might actually help, but she had to get it first. She had an idea and a plan and she was going to stick to it. She said the pasword walked down the mini-hallway and knocked on the door. "Yes! Come in!" she heard Madame call. "Madame, I have an idea that will help. If Nia wakes up then we can get her to give the memory of her dream. It might help dertermine exactly what is wrong!" Mel was now ignoring all of her other proffeser that sat in the room aswell.
"That's a wonderous idea Ms. LaTiche! Why don't we all head to the Hospital wing..." she was cutting off by a blood curtiling scream coming from the same wing as previously stated. Everyone in the room got up and ran.
Naomi's house; Mark's p.o.v.
"Come on!" Mark yelled at his parents. He was trying to get them to move faster, but they were litteraly moving as fast as they could. "Go! We'll be right behind you!" his dad yelled at him, and so he did. Mark ran out of the house, on the front steps and apparated to BeauxBatons.
He ended up at the gate and then ran for the doors. Going as fast as he could, he went inside and ran to the hospital wing.
One level up, four more to go.
Hogwarts Headmasters office; Marauders
"Proffesser! Please, she intouble and no one knows what the hell to do! She's our FRIEND!" James stressed. Him and Remus were trying to keep Sirius from strangling Dumbledore, which was really hard concitering who we're talking about.
"Look Dumbledore... Nia's one of the nicest girls I have eer met." he stopped, breathed and started up agian. "She's smart and talented and different. She needs your help and we want to help her so let's go before I kill something!" Sirius said. He ran over to the fireplace, grabbed some flow powder and through it in the fireplace, causing it to turn green.
"BeauxBatons." he said clearer then day.
BeauxBatons Hallways; Proffessers and Melanie
As the many people ran through the hallways, people began to stare. School had started already, and not on seemed to notice. Slowly but at the same time quickly, they ran toward the hospital wing. They arrived to find an awake and complettely scared Naomi sitting there, gasping for breath.
Melanie ran over and hugged her friend tight. "Nia, you okay?" Mel asked worried. Suddenly, Mark ran in the room. "Vix! Merlin, you cursed girl! What the hell was all this about! Scared the bloody hell out of me, that's what you did!" Mark gasped beside his sister. Finally, Nia turned, hugged them both tight and then sat back.
Once again, someone ran in the room. This time it was Sirius and then James, Remus and this old man Nia had never seen before. Madame Debarbarac ran over to this old smelling man and hugged him. "Dumbledore! For Heavens sake, what are you doing here?"
Nia slowly climbed out of bed. "That goes for you three too! What are you doing here! What about your classes!" she was temped to smack the the three across the back of the head.
Later
"So, it's the dreams that are tiring my Vix out?" Mark asked. "Yes, actually that is what's tiring the poor girl out."
Nia's parents had arrived and by this time, all the adults and Mark were sitting talking over what to do. Mel, Remus, James and Sirius were all crowding around talking to her and by this time Cody and Derian had showed up aswell.
"Well, we know that her friends will stick by her no matter what... but what about these dreams, where are they from?" Dumbledore asked.
"From these two." Madame Debarbarac through the black leather bond book on the table and opened to the right page. They all leant over to read what it had to say. And this is exactly what they read:
Louis Francois DeGrande; expelled and sent to Azkaban for the murder of Elizabeth DuBois, daughter of Marie and Alexandre DuBois. He claims to have done nothing yet was found with a still alive yet terriblely battered Elizabeth. She lived for only 5 days after she was found with M. DeGrande.
Before she died, she gave information on how and why. Said information has been left in posetion of the Ministry of Magic...
There was more, yet no one found it a need to finish reading. "They say her ghost still lives here, in the school, protecting the girls from men such as Louis. Yet, at the same time, searching to find love for those very girls. But I think that Elizabeth wanted to find refuge in the living soul of here grandaughter of many generations." Madame explained. "But there is only one way to prove what I say: we must retreive the dream from Nia."
"There's still one thing that makes no sence! When we left the school, Nia didn't dream that dream. Is it only here that she dreams it?" Mark asked. "Yes..." Madame said.
"So Nia, do you think you'll be healthy enough to come over?" James asked. "Who knows! You Prat, I don't even know if I can go. I didn't ask yet." she smiled in that way that meant she wanted nothing more then to do something about it. But about what, no one ever knew.
"Well ask! They're right there!" Sirius smirked at her suprise. Out of no where, she snorted and punched him. "Oh! Now your asking for it!" Sirius grabbed a pillow and smacked her, and then Nia copied. The rest joined in and then there was a huge pile of feathers.
"They're all freaks!" Mark laughed as he watched. "There's no way I am going over there!" the proffesser exclaimed. It was Marks turn to snort. He walked over to them all and threw a pillow at each one, hard. "Ha! Beat all of you! But really, we gotta talk to Nia for a sec." they all groaned. "Hey! I earned this one Vix." he smirked and walked away.
"He did earn it..." and she followed.
"What is it?" Nia asked everyone. "Well, darling, do you think you can extract the memory of the dream for us?" he dad asked. "I can try... but I need a bottle." her dad passed it to her. She breathed and closed her eyes. Wand to head, how did she even get her wand? That doesn't matter, she told herself. Tehn slowly, she retreived the dream.