The Mini-Marauder's: Book 1

Chapter 6

A Coma, Erised, and Realization

"I am very disappointed in-" Professor McGonagall started.

"Uh, Professor? Sorry to interrupt, but how do you lift a two-ton troll off a seventy pound girl?" I asked, because Leah was still under the troll. Her screams had stopped.

"Who's under the troll?"

"Leah!"

"Oh my gosh! Philius, help me levitate the troll off of her!"

I woke up and blinked a few times, but when I tried to move, it hurt really bad. Teddy and Hermione were sitting by my bed and Madam Pomfrey was flitting about.

"Oh my gosh, where am I! What time is it? Eight?!? I was supposed to study with Hermione an hour ago! Ahhh!" I screamed in panic. Someone let out a shaky laugh.

"Um, Leah? That all happened like a month ago," Teddy said, cautiously. Oh my gosh. A month?! How could a person sleep for a month?!

"Uhhh but how could one sleep for a month?"

"Madam Pomfrey explained to us. It's called a coma. Do you perhaps remember lots of blackness and pain? Cause that's what a coma is." A coma, I had been in a coma. For a month. Hermione told me a book she read, before finding out she was a witch. What was it called, oh yeah, The Adoration of Jenna Fox. In the book, Jenna woke up from a year of coma. She also had amnesia. Her parents had her watch videos of her old life, and she slowly started to remember. One day, she was visiting her neighbor, and she fell, scraping her knee in the process. But instead of blood oozing out, it was a bit of blood trickling and then some blue goo. It was her dad's gel, that was made for organs that were donated to have a longer shelf life. That's what she had, a shelf life. Maybe I have a shelf life now, too.

"Ummm, so does this mean I have a shelf life?" Everyone but Hermione looked confused.

"I don't think so, I never saw them inject blue goo into you, and I don't see any extracted organs anywhere," Hermione answered.

"So why can't I move?" Madam Pomfrey, who had been watching us closely answered.

"That troll shattered nearly all the bones in your body. I managed to heal most of them, your leg and your arm are still pretty bad, though. Professor McGonagall said that I had to let you out ASAP, so here's my idea. You've heard of what happens when muggles have broken bones, right?" she began. We nodded. "Well, we could do that with you. A cast for your arm and your leg. Unfortunately, with magic you can only numb the pain, and you still wouldn't be able to walk on it because it would either break it further, or worse." I pondered this. I had broken bones before, but mum or dad, or whoever was nearby had always fixed them in an instant. I would need clutchies, I think they're called. Those things are cool, in muggle movies they always decorate them prettyfully. And people could sign my cast.

"Ok I'll give it a try!"

"Excellent!"

I made my way, slowly but surely, down the hall aided by Hermione and Teddy. No one knew that I had woken up or been let out. As it was past curfew, no one was awake. My leg was hurting some, it was more sore than pain, because of the large gold cast on it. The one on my arm was red. The 'crutches' as they are really called were not very easy to walk with, but I think I'll get the hang of it. We finally entered the Common Room, which was empty, as it was late. Teddy ran up to the boys dorms to get our friends.

"Princess!" Harry yelled, followed by assorted crys of 'Princess!' and 'Leah!' and 'Lee!'. After many hugs and stuff, someone finally realized that I had a cast (or 2).

"Whoa! Freaky, you're like a muggle!" Fred said, laughing.

"Yeah, and get this, these are called crutches! I thought they were clutchies. They are very hard to walk on." We stayed until 11 talking before going up to bed. For some reason (probably the reason that I had been sleeping for a month) I couldn't sleep. I went down and sat on the steps leading to the Common Room. After fifteen minutes, Harry came down, too.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asked. I nodded. "Why don't we get the cloak and go exploring?" He ran to get his invisibility cloak, and I struggled to stand up and position myself on my crutches. I really had no clue where we were going, but I didn't care.

We had been wandering for an hour and I had a cramp, so we went into an empty classroom. There was a mirror in there, the mirror of 'Erised'. I was curious so I peered at my 'reflection'. But what I saw was not Leah Black, it was a female version of my dad, me, and Uncle Prongs, no wait, I'd know those green eyes anywhere, Harry! There were two children, a girl with long black hair and emerald eyes and a Gryffindor Quidditch uniform on, and a little boy with short black hair and blue-grey eyes. Our children, maybe? All the sudden, it came to me. Erised. Hermione read about one in a book somewhere, and she said 'it shows not your face but your heart's desire'.

"Harry, do you know what this mirror is? It's the Mirror of Erised! It shows your heart's true desire! Come look!" I called across the room where he was watching something or other out the window. "What do you see?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing!" he replied casually. Did he see what I saw? I could only wonder.

What do I do? Now that I saw what I saw in the mirror, I wanted it. Badly. But there was an obstacle to overcome, George. I don't think anyone wants to break up with their boyfriends, but I had to. I could wait for Harry, just not with George.

"Um, George? Could I ask you something?" I started.

"Sure, what do you want?" he replied. It made me feel sick. He was so nice, and I was about to break his heart.

"Um, how would you feel if we, er, broke up?" I closed my eyes and bit my lip.

"Broke up? Whaaaaaa-ohhhh. But why?"

"It's not you, just something I saw." He looked worried.

"What did you see? I swear, I didn't do anything!" Ugh this was not easy.

"I didn't see you do anything. I'll show you." I brought him to the empty classroom with the mirror in it.

"Look into that mirror," I ordered. He followed suit, a little confused looking. I tried to get a glimse of what he saw, but I saw the same thing as yesterday.

"Oh, this is the mirror of Erised, by the way. It shows your heart's desire."

"And I'm not in your reflection?" I shook my head.

"You're not in mine, either." I shifted uncomfortably on my crutches.

"Goodbye, George."

"Bye, Leah."

A/N: Probably my longest chapter yet! Read and review!

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Grey Eyed