"Madam Pomfrey!" A flushed Draco Malfoy yelled as he ran into the hospital wing.
"What is it Mr. Malfoy?" She said with the tiniest hint of hostility, she had been that way ever since the hippogriff incident.
"G-Gin-Ginny Weasley!" He panted. "Blood, lots of blood! Prefects' bathroom. Knife. Not moving. Help her!" With that he passed out.
Pomfrey rushed to the prefects' bathroom, leaving Draco crumpled on the floor in the hospital wing. "Oh dear Merlin," was the only thing she said after she saw Miss Weasley.
Ginny's red hair laid sprawled out on the blood caked floor. The sliver knife lay glistening just a few feet away. Madame Pomfrey grimaced at the sight; the ever so persistent odor of strawberry bubble bath and blood did not leave Pomfrey feeling oh so well. Swallowing the ever-growing lump in her throat she rushed to the pale girl who had chosen to faint in her own blood.
Upon flipping her over she saw hundreds of cuts littering her body. Some had already begun to close, and stop bleeding, while others still oozed the thick irony substance.
She muttered around ten 'Scorgify's and gasped at the damage. Ginny had been very lucky to have been found so quickly with all the deep slashes scattered about her body it was a miracle that she had yet to die. Pomfrey began to whisper healing spells, and blood replenishing spells, not nearly enough to heal her, but enough to stabilize her and to be able to transport her to the hospital wing.
"Don't give up my dear," She whispered to Ginny's body, which was breathing very laboriously. "Be still and we'll have you better soon." With that Pomfrey casted a levitation spell and ran down the empty halls back to the hospital wing.
Nearly an hour later Draco awoke, finding himself lying on top of a still made hospital bed. "Bloody hell," he swore in regards to his headache. Then it all came flooding back to him. Ginny.
"GINNY!" he yelled as he tried to get up, but he became dizzy after sitting up, and a rather plump house elf pushed him back down.
"Master Draco, please calm down. Here Madame said this would help you," At this the elf forced Draco to drink a potion vial. "Pixie wants young master to drink, and feel better. If only it was that easy for the young Miss Weasley… oops… bad Pixie… Madame will be most upset. Bad bad Pixie..." She kept rambling then seemed to remember Draco.
"Young master please, drink this, it'll make you feel much better!"
"But you already gave me a potion! I need to see her! Is Ginny okay! Is she? Answer me elf!" He protested. Concern for Ginny flashed dangerously in his eyes but the elf didn't flinch.
"Drink." It wasn't a question, but due to the circumstances Draco could not be bothered with the plump house elf, or so he thought.
"And if I don't?" He smirked at the elf, what could it do?
As if on cue the elf snapped it's fingers and Draco's mouth was forced open. Pixie then poured a potion, which tasted of huckleberries and lemons, down his throat. Draco realized after a second that it was a dreamless sleep potion, but before he could say anything, the potions effects had begun to work. Draco drifted off into a deep sleep, momentarily able to forget what ginny had done to herself.
Pixie then covered the blonde haired serpent with a blanket, kissed his forehead and proceeded to the end of the hall, which was Pomfrey's office. She knocked twice then entered. Many professors gathered around the plump nurse.
"Poppy, what happened to Miss Weasley?" Dumbledore questioned her, the ever-present twinkle missing from his eyes.
She took in a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled. "From what I can gather Miss Weasley was the only Weasley to stay at Hogwarts this year, even with her older brother Charlie teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. During the feast she went to the prefects' bathroom. In that vicinity she began to cut herself, you can still see the horrid white scars all over her body, I haven't been able to remove them yet. The cuts ranged from a centimeter to the length of her arm, from just the surface to a quarter inch, and are all over her body. It seems that Miss Weasley was either trying to kill herself or for whatever reason just couldn't stop cutting. Then Mister Malfoy came frantically running in, told me where she was and vaguely what happened, and promptly passed out. Although I tell you Albus, I have no idea why she would do this. She always seemed so happy, so gleeful."
"Ahh but Poppy the human mind is often a very tricky thing to understand. Our young patient may have seemed joyous but as we can tell something was, and most likely still, deeply wrong," but before Albus could really finish his thoughts the doors to the hospital wing burst opened and in rushed a worry stricken McGonagol and a rather confused Snape.
"Dear Merlin," Minerva started, "Albus, whatever has happened? Was she attacked? Have her parents been contacted? Please tell me you have some answers," she pleaded.
"Unfortunately my dear Minerva, I have little clue to what truly happened. That secret is resting soundly in Miss Weasley's mind, and only her mind. The only clues we have rest in young Mister Malfoy. Alas, he too is asleep for now."
"Malfoy, Albus?"
"Minerva, I dare to think that you are accusing one of my students to do this to her," Snape hissed. "His family may be known for their cruelty, but not even Malfoy could go this far. Although, I must say, I am quite curious as to why Mister Malfoy was the one to report this… incident."
Before Minerva could respond the fat house elf made herself acknowledged to the group of witches and wizards. "Madame?" The elf asked with such politeness that it seemed almost human.
"Yes Pixie?" Answered a tired voice.
"The young Master Malfoy awoke. He was hysterical, yelling, and throwing a tantrum. He had a headache and dizziness so Pixie gave him a pain remover and a dreamless sleep potion. But I thought you should know he was yelling for her." With that statement Pixie uncurled one of her wilted long fingers and pointed at Ginny who slept in a bed across the office.
A shocked expression filled Minerva McGonagol's and Severus Snape's face, Poppy's lips from a straight line, and the mysterious twinkle returned to Dumbledore's eyes. Ginny let out a moan and Pomfrey went to give her a dreamless sleep potion to let her body rest.
"It seems there is much more to the story than we know," Dumbledore said as he gazed mystifyingly at the teenage girl wrapped in bloody bandages.
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