When we got to the hospital I was completely shaken. Along the way McGonagall saw the situation and went to get Dumbledore. My eyes never left the mark, wich I swore had become more visible. Harry and Hermione set me down on a bed. Madam Pomfrey came to me immediately.
"My God, what happened?!" She exclaimed.
"We thing she was poisoned." Harry said.
"She brewed herself a cure last night but we're just not sure exactly what we're dealing with." Said Hermione.
Pomfrey touched my shoulder before taking my arm and seeing a now full darmmark and and obviously infected laceration. "Oh my Lord," She said. Just then Dumbledore entered with McGonagall. "'What happend?" He asked. Hermione explained what happened. I couldn't speak. I was terrified by this mark. I knew how it got there but God only knew what it purpose was, nor what it would do to me. Harry looked at me with worriedly, and placed a hand on my shoulder. I glanced at him, but didn't meet his eye, I had too much running through my head.
Dumbledore spoke to me gently. "Jessica, did you recognize the student who did this to you?" I nodded, "N-no I couldn't see his face, he snuck up from behind."
"Do any of you know who could have been responsible?" Said McGonagall. Harry's eyes turned dark for a moment then he spoke, "I have a hunch," he said. Hermione eyed him strangly. "Who Harry?" She asked. Harry looked at the professors with hard, unforgiving eyes. "Malfoy."
The name rang in my ears, the son of the man who killed the only family I had left and left his daughter orphaned. It made sense but I couldn't be sure. I looked at the mark again, hoping something would jog my memory, but nothing. "That is a serious accusation Harry, but we will look into it." Said Dumbledore. He looked at me, "We'll let you rest," he said and with that the professors left.
"I'll go update Ron and the others," said Hermione. As she left Pomfrey came back with a potion. "Drink this just to be safe," She said. My hand shaking, I took the potion and drank it. She then went to check on a boy who was coughing up frogs across the room.
I fixed my eyes back on the mark that was now fully pigmented. My eyes grew wide in shock and fear. I began to tremble. Harry looked at me with worry in his eyes. He took the hand that was clutching my marked arm, and held it in his. I looked at him and looked back at me. His eyes were gentle and comforting.. He sat next to me on the bed and I leaned into him, still trembling, and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
Only he could truly understand my fears. Only he could relate to what I've been through in the past few months. He is a part of me, and I a part of him.