I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!!
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Summary: I never wanted to be sick, I never asked for death to be knocking on my door, I never thought I'd be a witch and I never expected him; the one I hated most; to be the only one who cared.
Previously: "Adam…?" my shocked voice echoed off the infirmary walls. He smiled at me, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity I felt like everything was going to be ok. In that moment he came and held me it felt like he would never let go.
He knew everything, my parents, my sickness he was the only one I could say really knew. My medi-doctor from St. Mungos it was he who went through my physical therapy with me. It surprisingly wasn't the first time we met in the hospital, my old tutor for transfiguration he graduated from Hogwarts three years before me. He'd definitely grown from the short freckled blonde kid, who used to study with me a lowly 4th year.
"Dumbledore said you could use a friend." He smirked down at me, holding up a bottle of murk. "And I come bearing Poleton". Knowing I hated the stuff I saw he pilled on mars bars above the lid.
It was good seeing him; it felt as if a small Burdon had been lifted even if only for a moment. He convinced Madame Philler I would get better sooner in my own room. Walking arm in arm I leaned my body into his. He was one of the doctors helping look for a cure. I didn't bother asking how that was coming; I was in a good mood. Apparently I'd slept through the first day of my classes which bummed me a little but it was to late to do anything about it. Adam gave me my new schedule though, I was thankful Dumbledore lightened my load.
"I'm the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." No. It couldn't be I was in complete shock. That didn't happen often anymore. I couldn't help it, jumping on him squealing it was as if my old self was back again. He had a tendency to do that to me. I knew it should of worried me, I made a promise to myself no distractions; no reasons to want to stay on this hell but he made it bearable. I didn't want to think in that moment my parents weren't gone, I didn't have a tumor and we were just kids fighting about the history of Merlin. I knew class was going to be interesting. It felt weird looking forward to something, even if it was only a spark in the darkened night.
The thoughts started again, what was I doing; how could I look forward to something when I might not even wake up tomorrow. Arriving at the French Portrait he gave me one last hug. I think he learned that from being a doctor, in school he wasn't a very touchy feely guy and it worked because neither was I. Then again maybe it wasn't all his patients or friends but me because my numbers were limited and he knew.
Turning to leave Adam said one last thing to me "If you have a nightmare or anything, come behind the transfiguration classroom and you'll know where to find me" I had to smile a little; Adam was the friend I didn't deserve to have, and a doctor doomed failure when he couldn't fix me.
The common room was dark but when I entered the candles and fire instantly lit. I'd been staying here the past few weeks if summer so unpacking wasn't a problem. The common room was beautiful a true Gryffindor room, I couldn't remember hearing of a time both heads were from the same house.
It wasn't my room I headed towards but the bathroom. Half the counter was lined with Potters hair care products, it didn't surprise me he had more then I did. His words still irked me but I pushed it from my mind.
Looking in the mirror I grabbed the scissors. My hair was nuisance. For so many years it was my pride and joy that sat me apart, but I didn't want to be different anymore. Pulling it out of the low ponytail red frizzles flew around my face down my back. Pulling the red bits in front of me the sharpened edge cut right through it.
The red locks kept falling, it was as if I was cutting away part of myself; whether that was good or bad I couldn't tell. It wasn't too short, about shoulder length but a huge difference compared to before. Throwing my old locks away I changed into my uniform looking into the mirror more of my face stared back at me. Least Potter couldn't stick pencils in it anymore or try to set it aflame in transfiguration.
Walking out into the common room Potter was there with his buffoons lounging on the couches. They silenced as I entered, I was getting used to these warm welcomings. Heading out the portrait I figured it was time for dinner. Hopefully I thought I could eat something.
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