Chapter 19
Now It's Personal
Eventually I wound up recovering from what had happened, both physically and mentally. Just in time for the Quidditch match against Hufflepuff.
Draco was against me playing after the attack, but I was adamant.
"We made a deal, Draco." I told him. "You get to come after the match to look at bridesmaids dresses, and I play Quidditch. I don't play, you don't see any dresses until they're coming towards you down the aisle." I said determinedly, crossing my arms.
Draco and I locked eyes and stared at each other, having a signature glare off until Draco caved.
"Fine. But if anything happens, you're never playing Quidditch again." Draco told me angrily.
"You keep me from playing Quidditch, I call off the wedding, how's that?" I asked with a grin.
"Evil bitch!" Draco shouted as I got ready for the match. "You know my weaknesses."
I smirked some more, summoning my broom with my powers. "Of course I do." I said as we went to the pitch, Draco going before me, shooting glares at the people who I didn't know who cast a glance at me until he couldn't take it anymore and just grabbed me, hiding me in his Quidditch robe.
I groaned. "Draco, when was the last time you washed this?" I asked him.
"It's luck!" Draco protested.
"It smells like sweat!" I said.
"I sweat, Hannah. And I've smelt your Quidditch robes after a match, you don't smell like a basket of roses, either."
I smirked, looking up at him through the small gap in the cloak. "Hey, it smells like a man." I said with a laugh.
Draco smirked. "And don't you forget it."
I grinned, biting into Draco's apple with a smirk as we went down to the pitch to get ready for the match.
…
Again, Slytherin was up on Hufflepuff seventy-forty and Draco was looking for the Snitch.
"Any sign of it?" I asked him.
"Nothing yet, love." Draco muttered, patting my face. "Trust me, I'll catch it."
I grinned, letting him to it and looking around for Bludgers. I hadn't been able to trust them since the incident against Gryffindor.
"WILLOW!" I screamed, zooming in front of Hufflepuff's Keeper "I'M OPEN!"
Willow threw it at me and I hit it through the hoop with the end of my broom with a spin.
The Slytherins roared and I felt Draco breeze past me, almost knocking me off my broom and making me hit my head on the handle.
"Bitch!" I hissed, rubbing my forehead before something happened.
My broom gave a violent jerk.
Blaise instantly grabbed my arm when it jerked again almost making me slide off.
I did, however jump almost a foot in the air when it jerked a third time. And that's when it got bad.
My heart fell into my stomach when I saw my broom fly down.
Blaise grabbed my other arm to hold me up to pull me onto his broom as mine went nuts.
"Thanks." I said.
"First Bludgers now your broomstick?" Blaise asked me. "Someone's got it in for you."
I cast Blaise a dark look. "Yes, yes someone is." I said before hearing a loud triumphant "YES!"
There sat Draco on his broom, Snitch in hand as the Hufflepuff Seeker dismounted, obviously disappointed.
I shot up as Blaise dismounted, throwing my arms around Draco and kissing him.
Draco picked me up with a triumphant smirk.
"Malfoy, it happened again." Blaise said, locking eyes with Draco.
"What are you talking about, Zabini?" Draco asked, looking to me.
"Hannah's broom. It tried to knock her off." Blaise told him.
"What!?" Draco asked, eyebrows raised.
"It tried to knock me off." I said. "If it wasn't for Blaise, I'd probably be in another coma."
"Or worse." Blaise added with a nod before he paled, eyes widening.
"Go." he told Draco and I.
"What?" I asked.
"GO!" Blaise shouted, pushing Draco out of the way when I heard it.
"Sectumsempra!"
The curse I knew so well hit Blaise straight in the stomach and I heard a too well known scream mixed with mine and Draco's.
"BLAISE!"
I jumped down and drew my wand, Draco doing the same as Ivy ran towards her husband, eyes welled with tears.
I closed my eyes and thought back to when I was sixteen, when Draco and Harry had duelled and Draco was hit with the very same curse, zoning into the counter curse that Severus Snape had used.
But the problem was…Severus Snape was dead. And if I couldn't find anything to help Blaise…
Then it hit me.
"Draco, pick Blaise up and take him to my dorm. NOW!" I ordered.
Draco instantly obliged and I grabbed a now sobbing Ivy. "Ivy, this is important. This will save Blaise's life. Get Harry, Goyle and Blake. Bring him to my dorm. And then get Pomfrey."
Ivy nodded and ran off as I ran towards the castle.
This had to be something. That curse was meant for me. Where Blaise was hit in the stomach, had he not shoved me out of the way, I would have been hit square in the chest with it. Blaise could have saved my life. And if he died…
I let a sob escape my lips. I could make my best friend a widow at eighteen years old.
I had to take a minute to pull myself together. I had to be calm otherwise this wouldn't work. If I was worked up over what Blaise had done, I really would kill him.
I swallowed, wiping my eyes quickly and running up to my dorm, Draco following me.
"He's on my bed, right?" I asked him, staring straight ahead.
"Of course." Draco assured me as I dove under the bed, opening the loose floorboard and grabbing the Tome before coming up to see Ivy holding Blaise's hand.
"When Harry, Goyle and Blake come in, get them candles." I told Draco, clinging to the book in hand.
I let my eyes close, fighting to relax as I dropped the book on its binding and taking a breath.
…
Draco POV
"Hannah, what are you doing?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow after Hannah dropped the Tome.
"Quiet!" she hissed quietly, glaring at me fiercely before closing her eyes again.
Instantly, the curtains shut on their own and the book opened, pages flipping rapidly.
Potter, Crabbe, Goyle and Blake came in, panting, obviously running at the news of the fate that befell Zabini.
I handed them candles.
"Get them in a circle." Hannah whispered, eyes still closed as a rumble of thunder sounded outside where just before Blaise was attacked the sun was shining.
I put Potter in his water position, Blake in fire and Goyle in air before waiting for Hannah to stand.
When she did and her eyes opened, they were a deep violet, locking eyes with everyone as she called her elements, her book floating next to her repeatedly.
I watched her bring her elements together and her hair and robes blew around as she rose slightly in the air.
"What's going on?" Goyle asked, voice laced with panic.
"Don't panic." I told him in a hushed voice. "This is what happens when she calls her element."
"It's cool." Blake muttered. "Dark Goddess of the Elements."
I glared at him as Hannah's eyes shot open and she grabbed the book, eyes a deep green as she lit a bushel of incense and sage, crossed the circle, almost in a trance as she placed a tiny hand on the gash in Blaise's stomach as she recited:
"From the misdeeds Darkness done,
I bring back this Cursed one.
From Darkest night to brightest day,
This villain will not have her way.
Physical anguish and emotional strife;
Contradicted by the essence of life."
Hannah's dagger flew into the air and into her hand.
I paled, instantly knowing what she was doing.
"Hannah, no, what are you doing!?" I shouted.
"Quiet!" Hannah and Duff hissed together before Hannah started cutting a pentagram into her wrist.
It was Blake's hand on my wrist keeping me from wrenching that dagger from Hannah's hand and shaking some sense into the girl, Goyle holding Potter from doing the same thing.
Then I realized that Hannah had done this for a reason, not because she was feeling suicidal. She was pouring a mixture of blood and her spit into a bowl, mixing the remnants of the sage and incense in and mixing it together.
"Bloody hell, the girl's a genius!" Blake whispered as I stared at my best mate.
The wounds that were inflicted on him were stitching together as Hannah dabbed her blood, spit and herbs into his skin.
"Bloody hell." I whispered as she focused completely intent on her task as she set the brew aside and putting her hands on Blaise's chest again.
An eerie glow emanated from her as she worked, green, yellow, red, blue and violet.
And as her glow changed and gradually faded, the colour gradually returned to Blaise's face.
As if she was shaken, she jolted, eyes returning to normal and went to Harley Quinn mode.
"Harry, Goyle, take him to Pomfrey. Ivy, go with them. Blaise needs you more than we do." she ordered, sounding faint.
Potter and Goyle hoisted Blaise up and carried him to the hospital wing, Duff following them.
"What d'you want me to do, Harley?" Blake asked.
"Tell the Slytherins that Blaise will be ok, of course." Hannah told him instantly with a weak pass at a smirk.
Blake saluted and ran off.
…
Hannah POV
I almost passed out from the effort it took to heal Blaise. Everything hurt from the strain.
That confused me. No use of my element power weakened me before.
Draco picked me up when I started to rub my shoulder, laying me in bed and massaging my back.
I sighed, letting my eyes fall closed as the door opened.
"Hannah." Ivy muttered.
"Yeah?" I breathed.
Before I knew what was happening, Ivy threw Draco off me and crushed me in her arms. "Thank you." she said, voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for saving my husband."
I winced. "Anytime." I muttered with a pass for a grin as I lightly wrapped my arms around Ivy.
Ivy let go of me. "You're weak and sore, aren't you?" she asked me.
I paled, swallowing before sighing, giving a nod.
"Hannah, this is a sign. You need to practice to use Necromancy." Ivy muttered to me. "Whatever this Z person wants with the Tome, it means that the person or people after you are skilled in Necromancy. Necromancy will help you survive."
I swallowed, shaking my head. "I can't right now." I muttered. "I just need to sleep."
"I know." Ivy muttered, standing as she let me lay down. "I never thought I'd say this in my dizziest daydreams. But, Malfoy, so help me God, stay with her."
"To my last breath." Draco assured as Ivy left, sitting on the edge of my bed and lifting me up, carrying me to his bed so I wouldn't have to sleep in sheets stained with Blaise's blood.
By the time I was lowered into Draco's bed, I was dead asleep.
…
That night, Ivy had gotten McGonagall to give us permission to practice Necromancy for battle purposes in an old abandoned classroom with Harry, Ivy, Draco and Professor Laventhorpe.
Draco stayed to help me get up should I have been knocked down by Laventhorpe, who was there to send offensive shots of elemental magic (from her wand, obviously.) towards me. Still weak from healing Blaise, I was barely able to block the shots, let alone dodge out of the way.
"Hannah, focus!" Harry shouted at me as I got up shakily from another fireball thrown my way. "You need to learn this."
"I'm focusing as hard as I can!" I shouted angrily. "It's not helping that you don't give me any techniques!"
"You're the only Necromancer that can easily be trained!" Harry shouted, forcing me back onto the mat with Laventhorpe. "Now block her attack, and don't even think about going to bed until you knock her onto the floor!"
"Harry, she's a professor!" I protested.
"I don't fucking care. Get your ass in the game and knock her over, and then you can go to sleep. Go ahead, Professor." Harry growled.
Laventhorpe threw a blast of flame from her wand over to me, overwhelming me with the power of the attack as it knocked me to my back. I felt a sickening crack and a blinding pain. I could tell I slipped a disk in my spine. A groan was all I allowed despite the fact that the pain made me want to scream.
"Get up!" Ivy shouted at me.
"God damn it, Hannah, get the fuck up!" Harry screamed at me, eyes narrowed.
Draco gently got me to sit up. "Potter, this is beyond ridiculous!" he growled. "You've kept her awake all day after you woke her up from a fifteen minute nap, now she's obviously hurt her back, let her alone!"
"No!" Laventhorpe growled. "The Death Eaters won't let her alone when she's lying broken on the floor. Hannah, get up!" she ordered as Ivy grabbed my upper arm and forced me to my feet.
I staggered as the pain increased tenfold.
Harry grinned, crossing his arms. "I agree, she needs to get up and fight through the pain."
Draco caught me. "Potter, this isn't funny!" he snarled, lifting me up. "She needs to rest."
"She needs to train!" Harry screamed back. "She needs to master her powers!"
"And she'll be able to do that with you!?" Draco shouted. "I'm closer to teaching her to control her powers!"
"Only because of your Earth affinity." Ivy told him as I squeezed my eyes closed, gritting my teeth together as I tried to ignore the pain in my back.
Draco took hold of my shoulder. "Fuck it, Potter, I'm taking her to bed!" Draco shouted, carrying me out of the classroom.
"Hannah! HANNAH!" Harry screamed at me. "Hannah Lillian Isabella Marie Potter, get your lazy ass in here and fight!"
"She doesn't have to do anything!" Draco screamed back before stroking my hair. "You don't have to go back in there." Draco assured me.
I sighed, letting myself relax as Draco took me back to the dorm and laid me in bed, face down.
I let my mind detach itself from my body and let myself drift off, my eyes closing.
…
Draco POV
I laid Hannah in my bed and went to dig for the Tome to fix her back.
I found it and leafed through the book to a Healing spell for those with an Earth affinity.
Thank Merlin I have one, then. I thought, setting the book down, I closed my eyes and summoned my element for the first time as I Summoned a candle with a flick of my wand and lit it.
Once the candle was lit, the familiar scent of the flowers in the grounds from the Manor filled the air as I placed my hand where I knew she slipped the disk.
The book said to imagine the power flowing from me to her to heal her back, and that's exactly what I did, and I could feel the disk in her back relocating itself.
Hannah sighed in her sleep and rolled onto her back as I blew out the candle, hiding the Tome and crawling in with her.
I looked up, everything that happened that day.
First, I had caught the Snitch. The only good thing that happened that day.
Blaise took a lethal curse for Hannah. Z was still in Hogwarts and had tried to knock Hannah off her broom and then hit her with Sectumsempra.
Hannah stirred, looking up.
"How's the back, sweetheart?" I asked her, rubbing her stomach.
"Fine." Hannah muttered, curling into my side with a sad grin.
"What's wrong?" I asked, her, brushing the hair from her eyes.
"I feel bad for Blaise." Hannah admitted. "I feel like it's my fault."
"It isn't your fault." I assured her, pressing my lips to her temple and rubbing her back. "But I will say this…first this Z is after you…now that they tried to kill my best mate…"
"Say no more." Hannah nodded, finishing my sentence with me.
"Now it's personal."
