Sorry for the long wait, I was in Romania. DEAL WITH IT!
Now read.
~MMJ
"...okay?" everything's so fuzzy...
"-ita!" Why is everyone yelling...
"...hear us?" Hear what... My eyes fluttered open, and I cringed at the light.
"She's up! She's up!" Someone yelled.
"Shut... Up..." I mumbled. Everything hurt.
"Hey Rita. How're you doing?" Someone asked. Hermione?
"Hermione? Why are you here? Why are any of us here? Hermione, why are we in Wonderland?!" I said. This was freaky. So many unnatural colors! Was that the Cheshire Cat?!
"What? Rita, are you okay?" She said softly as she reached out to touch my hand.
"I'm back, I got Madam Pomfrey!"
"Why is everyone yelling?" I said as my head started pounding unbearably.
"Sorry." I picked my head up a little.
"Neville? I understood why Hermione is in Wonderland, being a muggle born and all, but why are you here?" I said.
"Wonderland?" He said.
"Oh no! I'm late! Late! So late! The queen will have my head!" I yelled.
"Out! Everybody out! She needs rest! Dear, how do you feel?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"Like a daisy. How do you think I feel?! I'm going to have my head cut off!" I said.
"Oh dear, dear, dear, dear. Tsk, tsk, tsk. That stupid Quidditch..." She said, Suddenly the harsh, cold reality came back to me. I bolted up, ignoring my poor head.
"QUIDDITCH! OH NO! WE LOST, DIDN'T WE? DID WE? DID WE WIN?!" I yelled.
"Relax Dear, you won. Now, do you remember how you got hurt?" She asked calmly.
"THAT STUPID UNICORN TURD KNOCKED ME OFF MY BROOM! WE GOT A SHOT FOR THAT, RIGHT?! WE BETTER HAVE! IF WE DIDN'T I WILL BE HAVING A TALK WITH MCGONAGALL!" I said.
"Calm down! You're going to make your head worse! Lay DOWN!" Madam Pomfrey yelled. I immediately stopped yelling and stared at her wide eyed. I quickly fell back on the white hospital bed. "Now, get some rest. You'll be fine." She instructed. She left and I groaned. Why? I don't want to 'rest'! I stared at the ceiling. I wonder why Neville came? I mean, I guess we were kind of friends... But not really best friends like me and Mione. I heard a moan to my left, and I turned my head to look. Harry was laying in another hospital bed a few beds down.
"Are you okay?" I asked. He jumped. He looked over at me and glared.
"Why do you care?" He bit out. I frowned.
"Because I'm not a heartless monster. I care about people." I said. He snorted. My frown deepened.
"Okay, maybe I'm just trying to trick you into being my friend so I can kill you. You know, finish the job that Voldemort started," I said sarcastically.
"That sounds more like it," He said, glaring over at me. I huffed and rolled my eyes.
"Oh please, what crap has the Orange One been feeding you now? I'm not my father, you know," I pointed out.
"How do I know?" He had a point. I shrugged.
"You don't, I guess. You just have to trust people." I said.
"That's like saying I should give Malfoy a chance,"
I laughed so hard I snorted, "Okay, okay! I get your point! Just some advice, don't give Malfoy a chance. Or the time of day," I said. I stared off into space for a while.
"Do you miss your father?" He said quietly after a while.
"How do I miss something I never knew?" I said, quoting Neville.
"Yeah, I guess..." He said.
"Do you miss what you never had?" I asked, hoping I wasn't pushing him too far. I liked having friends, it made me feel better.
"I guess so. I mean, I miss what could have been, you know?" I did know.
"Yeah. I never knew my Mum either, died when I was little..." I said, sharing my new found knowledge.
"I guess we have something in common..." He said bitterly.
"I'm sorry." I mumbled.
I think I shocked him. "...For what?"
"My dad. If he wouldn't have given you guys up to Him, you would still have a family, or at least a nice one." I said. It wasn't fair.
"I mean, why us? Why do we have to live without parents?! What did we do to deserve it, you know?! It drives me crazy! Did I do something wrong? Like, in a past life or something?! I just do't get it!" I said, before breaking down and crying. I didn't mean to, it just came out. I've never really been able to talk to anyone about this. Or someone who understood at least.
"...Umm," Harry said, clearly uncomfortable with my crying.
"I'm-Sorry! I-Couldn't-Help-It!" I gasped in between sobs. I've never had a mental breakdown before, and it was freaking me out. By the time Madam Pomfrey came running in, I was in hysterics and hyperventilating. I was mumbling to myself in between gasps for air.
"I'm not him. I'm not mean. Am I? Am I? Am I mean? I don't want to be my father!" I cried.
"what? Dear, calm down! It's alright!" Madam Pomfrey said.
"Why? Why did he have to do it?!" I said, the sobs coming back. That was when I passed out.