Belinda stared at the lifeless body that lay before her, shocked at what she had done. She didn't expect to feel this, she'd worked for this moment since that day four years ago, when she'd first attacked her. She certainly didn't expect to feel like crying, and holding the heap that was her former best friend, pleading for her to move just once more. The spell was an ancient, dark one, one of the worse created. No one quite knew where Belinda had found the spell, or why she'd known to look for it, but there wasn't enough written down about it for even her, who, after a few tries, mastered the enchantment, to know the full effects. Blinking hard, in an effort to fight the tears, Belinda staggered towards Cleo and grabbed her underneath the arms, dragging her body out onto the balcony of the Astronomy tower. The wind battled her face, as she hauled her onto the old, wooden bar. Belinda breathed deeply, remembering that she had dreamed of this moment, when she could finally dispose of the girl who ruined her life. Belinda grinned, cackling slightly and pushed Cleo's body over the edge. Draco appeared at the bottom of the tower, throwing curses at a Death Eater, obilvious as to what had just happened. Draco finally stunned the Death eater, and he collasped onto the floor. There weren't many people around here, so he had time to breathe a little, letting out a small whimper as he did. Draco could fight, he could fight fine. But it was mainly out of fear. He couldn't help being afraid, being a coward. He sighed and sat back, leaning against the wall of the tower. In the space of a heartbeat, Draco had lept up again and was flattening himself against the wall. Cleo's body had fallen, with a dull thud, on the ground in front of him. His expression changed from one of shock to one of horror as he realised who it was. He sank to his knees, tears slowly dripping down his face, as he crawled towards her body, sprawled on the ground before him. He pulled her carefully towards him, cradling her head in his chest. He couldn't have known she wasn't dead, it wasn't his fault, but Cleo, right that second, was in a lot of pain. In her mind, she cried out to him, begging him just to look her in the eyes. She knew what someone looked like when they were dead, their eyes were cold, and empty. It was a horrible sight to witness, but she knew that there would be light in her, somehow. High above, Belinda stood, watching the scene with horror. She had not anticipated that this would happen. She never wanted to hurt Draco, she would rather die than let that happen. To see him so distrought killed her inside, and she gasped, before clamping her hand over her mouth. Draco's head snapped up, looking directly at her, and his face flooded with anger. She whipped back into the Astronomy tower, just as Draco pointed his wand at her. But after a few seconds of furious pointing, his arm went limp and he began to sob quietly, hugging her tightly into his chest. Cleo longed to be able to move her arms, to hug him back, to tell him she was alright. She knew she couldn't, she couldn't even open her eyes completely, she couldn't even saddness filled her up, consuming ever part of her, right to the ends of her fingertips, until she felt as though she would explode, just so she could cry...

I sat bolt upright in shock of the dream. It was horrible, but as i tried to remember it, it started to fade; that annoying habit dreams often had in the memory. I shook my head, trying to dislodge the blur. I wanted to bring it back because, although it was horrible, i felt it must be important. But the act of shaking my head hurt horribly, as i remembered i still had a bandage tightly wound around it. I clutched my aching skull, trying to stop the room from spinning. After a while, i could finally see the room clearly. I felt, well, better. Just in general. I stretched my arm out in front of me, waggling my fingers. It twinged a bit, but other than that, felt fine. I wiggled my leg, and a sharp pain shot up my calf. Ok, so i wasn't completely better, but i was getting there. After a few minutes of marveling at my new healed bones, Madam Pomfrey strode in, bustling over moaning patients. I sat up properly and watched her happily. I felt weirdly happy about everything, as if the world was just pretty fantastic right now. When she finally got to me, she scanned me up and down, slightly shocked at my contented smile.

'Well, you certainly seem better,' she said, grabbing my arm and examining it closely with a strange, complicated looking thing, about the same size as a pocket watch. 'Yes, you can probably go back to your lessons now. How does the leg feel?' she said, dropping my arm and pulling my leg up at an angle. I winced slightly.

'Still hurts a bit.' i said, through gritted teeth. She stopped inspecting my leg and looked at my face.

'Mmm, well, you'll have to have a crutch then.' she said, as i rolled my eyes. She frowned at me,'Come on, chop chop, up and dressed with you!' she continued, flapping her arms at me. She flicked her wand as she left and a curtain appeared, and drew around my bed. I swiveled round and saw my robes neatly folded on a chair. I got dressed carefully, and hopped around the curtains to seek Madam Pomfrey and a crutch. I stared around, but all i could see were empty beds. A dark, bluish purple light shone through the tall windows. Everything was a little fuzzy, as if was looking at the world through vasaline a covered window. I turned when i heard voices, and suddenly i was looking as a hospital wing full of people. Not just students, but adults as well, people i didn't recognise as teachers. They were all being cared for hurriedly, many of them bleeding rapiedly. I stared in shock, i don't know if i could of said anything, but i didn't try to. I just stood, gobsmacked at the scene before me. I walked over to one of the beds, the pain in my leg forgotten as i stood and watched people casting spells and wrapping bandages to try and stop the rapid flow of blood coming from the patients arm and stomach. It was a student, but no one i recognised. It was obvious that everyone was shouting and talking over the top of one another, but to me it was all muffled, as if i was listening from underwater. And another thing that was odd, everything but me was in slow motion. Suddenly, i heard someone shouting over the rest of the noise, pushing through the crowd. A few people parted and some whocould see rushed to help whoever it was. Draco; somewhat older than the one i knew, burst through the crowd, still shouting, carrying someone in his arms. He bolted towards the empty bed next to me, and carefully placed his cargo down onto the sheets. I looked down, into my own face, my eyes open but staring. My hand flew to my mouth. I realised why Draco was panicing so. I wasn't moving, not even the slightest breath. I took a step closer, looking into my own eyes, and they looked back. There was something there, something Draco hadn't seen, a sort of light. And i could tell this future version could see me, the eyes briefly flickered towards Draco then remained motionless once more. I looked at him, tears still trickling down his face. I ran around the bed and tried to shake him, the make him look at her; my hands slipped straight through him, as if he was a ghost. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I was getting really angry now, they were doing all sorts to my-her body, trying to verify if she was really...Finally, i couldn't take it anymore, and punched Draco in the arm. I hit the soft black of his suit, and he whirled around to see who it was. He looked down and cried out. I moved around him, towards her head and placed my hands on her cheeks, looking towards her eyes. I looked back up at the frightened Draco, who looked at me skeptically before hurrying over and looking, seeing what i'd seen. He jumped back, then lurched forwards, suddenly going back through me as if i wasn't there, clutching her face in his hands. He laughed, and began to cry again. But this time, his was still laughing, crying with happiness. A single droplet landed on her cheek and she sprang to life, coughing and spluttering, whilst Draco held her close. I stepped away, as they started treating her real wounds. I ended up back where i'd started, watching the scene. Draco turned to look at me and smilied, as the whole thing faded into blackness. I awoke, lying flat on my back on the floor, Madam Pomfrey stood over me, wafting something that smelled awful under my nose. I batted it away, coughing, then sat bolt upright again, almost knocking her over.

'So,' i said, grinning, 'Crutch?'