The next morning I overslept a bit. I was woken up by someone who shook my shoulder. "Jess, wake up," Said a girl. I opened my eyes to see it was Emma Watson, I mean Hermione. At that point I realized all of the people were going tot look the the ones from the movies, only with more of a description from the books. Hermione for example, had big teeth, like me, but her hair wasn't as frizzy as Rowling described.
"Jess wakeup, it's nearly nine. It may be Saturday but you never sleep in. Are you alright?" She asked.
I shot straight up, fully alert. Hermione jumped back a bit startled. "What time is it?" I asked. "Nine o'clock," She said with a puzzled expression.
"Jess are you okay? You seem a bit shaky."
I jumped out of bed not looking at her and grabbed some clothes. "Brilliant, just didn't get alot of sleep that's all." I ran to the dress room and took an empty stall. I didn't even realize I was in the dress room until I was startled by a mirror on the back of the door. It was like my body knew everything that my mind didn't, but it helped me to remember more. I slipped out of my pajamas and into some jeans. As I buttoned the jeans, I looked at my reflection. I looked like myself and I felt like myself, but... something was different. I just couldn't point it out. My eyes were still blue. My hair still milk chocolate brown with blonde highlights from the sun. I was still short, of course, and I still had my thin, curvey figure.
As I put on my shirt I realized what was different. It was small and I had nearly missed it, but I looked at my arm and pulled down my sleeve. I trembled at what I saw. On my fore arm was a deep cut that was healing. A faded dark mark began to form over the wound. Hermione knocked on the door anxious and worried.
"Jess I'm coming in!"
She opened the door. I couldn't look at her, I was now on my knees trembling, my eyes fixed on the mark. Hermione rushed to my side and took my arm.
"H-how did I get this. How is this possible?" My voice was shaken and I was breathing fast and hard. Hermione spoke to me with a gentle but shaken voice. "You don't remember how this happened?" I looked at her now frantic, "I-I don't know should I?" I looked at her not knowing if this was a recent event, wanting an explanation. She looked at me and seeing my worry, she took my shoulder and spoke calmly. "I only asked becase there was blood on your sheets. I guess now we know why." She said in refferal to the wound. " H-how is this possible, especially with Umbridge around, noone could have gotten into the commonroom." "I don't know. Can't you remember anything?" "I-I..." I tried to remember. Hermione looked at me a moment then hesitently but lightly touched the mark. I gasped. Her touching my arm had triggered a flush of memories.
I was walking down the hall when it happened. All of a sudden I was petrified by a mysterious figure. The slytherine crest lingered in my head. I somehow became unconcious and wound up at the commonroom. By then my arm was exposed and the edges of the wound were tinted green. I had been poisened or drugged by a potion. I nearly screamed from the pain. The memory faded to me looking through my belongings for a book or something. I ran to the bathroom and made a cure for poisen. I took the book and walked to the couch of the commonroom. I sat down feely drowsey from the potion, then I basicly passed out.
After the flashback I looked at Hermione. "I was attacke last night, by a slythierine. They cut my arm, I think there was something in the blade. I-I thougt it was poisen so I-I brewd the potion t-to cure it but I-..."
"We need to get you to the hospital."
She helped me up and we walked to the Commonroom. The Commonroom was a bit empty for a Saturday. Most of the students were still at breakfast, but some farmiliar faces remained. Neville, Harry, Ron, Fred, George, the Patil twins and Ginny were there still there. As Hermione and I walked down, they all saw saw me, and they saw my arm. Harry and Ron jumped from the couch and rushed to me. " What, happened?" Harry said gently taking my arm. "I-I-," that's all I could say, no other words would come out. He looked at me with worried eyes, and I looked back at him with pleading eyes.
Hermione whispered to the boys, " A slytherine attaked her last night, she may have been poisened, we need to get her to the hospital."
"Blood hell." Said Ron
"Well don't just stand here, let's go." Said Harry, with a worried tone.
He took my shoulder and looked me in the eye. He and Hermione guided me away, leaving Ron and the others behind. This couldn't have been happening, I had never dreamed about this. It was almost as though this reality, a reality based on my reams, time and fate had minds of their own. That was one thing I wasn't prepared for.