Dear Diary,
I've been stuck in this bloody hospital room for a month now, but by the sounds of it, I shouldn't be in here much longer now. Apparently, the dark magic has worn off now and I have fully recovered. I'm being transferred to Hogwarts Hospital Wing this afternoon. It'll be a relief to stare at different walls for once. But I'm only going to be there for a maximum of 7 days, hopefully less. Healer Scotts said that even though I was fully recovered, I still need to stay supervised by a healer for an extra week to make sure the delusions would stay awy, along with the mood swings. And to check on my eating and sleeping routines. Stupid, I say. I would have been worried about my schoolwork, since I have missed three weeks, but the teachers have been giving my work to either Lizzie or Sav.
But the fact that I have so much time on my hands gives me more time to think through the revelation that Will is now a Death Eater. When I read Draco's letter from his father, I didn't believe it at first. It was just such a shock! I don't understand what made him drastic enough to go down I down that path. What very little respect I had for him after what he did to me the night of the Ball, has now definitely vanished. I can't understand why anyone would willingly join You-Know-Who's followers: he's a psycho! Of course, I would never say that aloud, not during these times anyway.
I put my diary under my pillow when I heard a knock on the door. Healer Scotts was stood in the doorway.
"Good Morning, Maya, how are you today?" She asked politely.
"Fine, thanks. When do I leave for Hogwarts?"
"Well, as soon as you've had some lunch and you've had one final check up, you'll be taken by portkey to Professor Dumbledore's office." Dr Scotts pulled my blankets from where they were tangled around my feet. She shook them out before putting them back over the bed.
I was really looking forward to going back to Hogwarts, and the people that it meant I could see on a daily basis.
I felt as though a hook just behind my navel had been jerked irresistibly forwards. My feet had left the ground and I was speeding forward in a howl of wind and swirling colour; my forefinger stuck to the empty potion bottle, that was my portkey, as though it was pulling me magnetically onwards until—
My feet landed on solid ground, causing my knees to buckle. I felt a firm grip on my elbow, keeping me from falling. When my vision had stopped swaying, I acknowleged that I was in the Headmaster's office.
And there he was, sat behind his desk on the throne like chair, elbows on the wooden desktop, fingers steepled. He peered at me over the rim of his half moon glasses, electric blue eyes shining.
"Hello, Miss Moore." Professor Dumbledore greeted.
"Hello, Headmaster, how are you today?" I asked politely whilst nodding at Proffesor Snape, the one who had grabbed my arm.
"Very well, thank you." He replied, smiling.
"Hello, Professor Snape." He returned the greeting with a quick nod.
"Now, I asked your friend Savannah to come collect you, but it appears that's she running a little late." Dumbledore explained to me whilst picking up an intricately decorated silver bowl. "Sherbert Lemon, dear?"
"Please." I answered, taking one of the offered yellow gem-like sweets from the bowl and popping it in my mouth.
There was a loud knock at the door and Sav popped her head in.
"Hello Professors Dumbledore and Snape, how are you this very cold day?" She asked in her eccentric way, hairing sticking up everywhere.
"Very well, Miss McMillan, very well indeed." Dumbledore replied, chuckling.
"Well, I'd better go then, bye!" I said, waving shyly. But before I turned to go, I noticed something I'd completely over-looked. Professor Dumbledore's right hand was black, looking either bruised or burned, it wasn't in a very good shape. Perhaps he'd just accidently hurt himself? Ah well, he should go to Madame Pomfrey, just like I was now.
"C'mon Millie!"
I quickly rushed out the door only to be assaulted by Sav giving me a big hug.
"Argh, Sav!" I exclaimed, "What was that for?" I asked once she'd released me.
"I haven't seen you in ages!" I gasped, pretending to be shocked at my ignorance.
"You saw me yesterday." I answered, deadpan.
"Ah, that doesn't count!" She brushed me off.
Sometimes I never understood this girl. Does she have a brain? Perhaps she needs a map to get to it...
"Now that you're back in my care, you'll be better sooner than you can say Gryffindor." Madame Pomfrey muttered to me as she sorted me out with the potions I would need.
"What is actually wrong with me now?" I asked her curiously. I mean sure, I had a bit of dark magic performed on me, how bad could it be?
"Well, there isn't much left for me to do but treat the shock and mood swings. You see, Miss Moore, when struck with dark magic, the side affects can be very different, depending on the curse. If it is a curse that affects mentally, there is a high rate that the victim will have mental scars like nightmares, hallucinations or other mind torture like that. Whereas with physical affecting curses, the most of the time, the victim is physically scarred as well as mentally scarred. You have been mentally scarred, but luckily for you, Mr Malfoy was there to rid most of the mental affects, so really all that's wrong with you now, is shock."
Wow, long answer.
So it was just shock. Merlin, that's boring.
"Oh, and your mood swings."
Ah, I was used to that. I was a girl, wasn't I? Completely normal...
"So, how long do you think I will be here?" I asked whilst settling myself down on one of the hospital beds.
"Just a week, I expect..." She replied before rushing off to her office, leaving me alone in the enormous, empty, cold hospital wing.
"Brilliant..." I mumbled sarcastically before pulling out my Jane Austen bookset that I hadn't finished yet.
Halfway through the book, Northanger Abbey, I was pulled from the world of Catherine Morland and Henry Tilney by the large Hospital Wing doors creaking open. Terrified, I leapt out of the bed and quickly ducked behind it so that I was out of sight from the intruder.
"Uh, Maya?" I peeked up over the blankets to see that it was only Draco.
"Phew, you scared me!" I exclaimed, giddy with relief as I climbed back onto the bed.
"Why?" He asked cautiously making his way over and pulling up a chair.
"I was just reading Northanger Abbey." I explained before continuing when he raised his eyebrow, "well, the main character, Catherine Morland goes to stay at Northanger Abbey with Mr and Miss Tilney and she thinks that the place is haunted or something. And well, then the doors creaked and I guess I was still in the world of Jane Austen..."
"Oh. How are you feeling?" He changed the subject, probably thinking that I was a nutter.
"I'm fine, I just wish I could leave." I pouted.
"Hmmm, I came to talk to you about something before curfew."
"Huh?" I glanced out the windows and noticed it was indeed quite late, how did I not notice the light change from sun light to candle light? Was I that oblivious?
"Sorry, I just didn't realise it was that late, carry on." I hastened to add.
"Well, I wanted to let you know about something…" He paused for a lengthly time, causing me to become impatient.
"Yes…?" I encouraged him.
"I-I've chosen my side."
"What?" I demanded, fearing the worst. Please Merlin, let him say that he's chosen a Quidditch and team and not… that. Please say Quidditch…
"My side on the war." Bugger, he did just say that didn't he?
"No, you haven't." I retorted, shaking my defiantly.
"Yes, Maya, I have." He argued more forecefully.
"What side then, Draco? Which side do you support, the good or the bad?" I said, testing his limits.
"That depends on your judgement of good and bad." He muttered.
"Don't be an idiot!" I almost shouted, getting flustered now. He had to be kidding. I knew what he meant even though he hadn't said. I was no idiot.
"I'm not! I'm not being an idiot, Maya! I'm choosing a side! And I choose the winning side. I will not let that Pothead be my hero, I don't need him to save my ass." Draco exploded.
"What are you on about?"
"I've chosen my side, now I just want you to leave me alone. No more Gryffindors, no more allies with the enemy."
"Draco, don't. Just stop and think about this." I practically begged.
"No, good bye, Maya." His chair scraped against the floor and he started walking to the door. Before he was halfway, I called out.
"Thank you."
"For what?" He answered without turning.
"For saving my life… with dark magic." I told his back. I saw the muscles tense, then sag as he carried on his way to the door.
Then he was gone and I was left alone: alone with Catherine Morland and Mr Tilney, my only companions for the night.