* Gah! I would've posted this earlier, but today was my birfday celebration. (I meant for the 'f') Anyway, I've fallen into this obsession with quizup. I'm not OK anymore... Oh, wait, I never was XD.
John couldn't help but stare at the tumbling body of Harry Potter. People were in hysterics, as a fall from that distance was lethal.
Suddenly, everybody gazed at the light that erupted from the professors' stands. It seemed to cushion Harry's fall, and he hit the ground with a thud.
John whipped his head around to see a very pale looking Clara. John couldn't help but notice that she was shivering all over. Ginger didn't seem too good either. Her eyes were sunken, and her red hair looked lifeless.
John stood up, then immediately sat back down. His legs were stiff and cold, and they wouldn't be able to carry John that much of a distance.
"We need to get to the hospital wing," John declared.
His friends nodded grimly. They gingerly sat up, and rubbed their aching bodies. John noticed that pretty much everyone else in the stands were doing the same. However, they didn't look as affected by the Dementor as John, Clara, and Ginger were. They looked scared, not lifeless.
Clara took a careful step forward. The wind had died down a bit, but it was still raining. She clung onto the rails and started down the stands. John followed her and Ginger, and he soon felt his legs starting to warm up.
Once they reached the ground, they had no support. Clara and Ginger stumbled a bit, while John shuffled forward. Clara collapsed onto the ground.
"Clara!" Ginger cried.
Clara attempted to get up, but failed. "I can't get up. My legs…"
John and Ginger nodded, and they grabbed hold of her and pulled her up. Clara shook her head thankfully, and used them as support to keep walking.
The rain was making this whole ordeal ten times worse. It pricked their already cold skin, and got in their eyes. John could already tell you that many people were going to be visiting the hospital wing for some pepperup.
At last, they were able to get inside the castle. Teachers fussed over them, and when professor McGonagall reached them, she didn't look happy.
"We need to visit the hospital wing, professor," Ginger said. Her voice was shaking slightly.
McGonagall scanned them over. "I see," she looked at them wildly for a second. "Well, get a move on!"
John wanted to say something back, but he was too tired. He heaved as he walked off to the hospital wing, which was crowded by a mass of students.
John muttered to himself, and somehow he was led to an empty bed. Madame Pomfrey only looked at him for a couple of seconds before she yelled at the hoard of students.
"Everybody who is not ill or injured, out now!"
She headed back to where John was. She handed him a bar of chocolate. "Here, eat this and you should be fine."
John nodded numbly, and started to unwrap the chocolate, when the world started spinning. A feeling started creeping up John's spine… His vision was blinking, and John shook his head. And, then, John fell asleep.
John woke up with a start. He was in a dream… it had to be. But, John's had not experienced any dreams in a long while. He didn't need to sleep anymore. John would just zone out on the boring parts of life, and then snap out, fully rested.
John inspected his surroundings. It was that room again… There was this sort of control panel, in the middle of the room, with a glowing, red right. He looked up to see circular bands with some sort of calligraphy on it. It looked distinctly familiar…
"Hello," A rough voice said.
John stared at the new sight. It was the old man he had seen before. The old man wore striped pants and a purple, velvet suit.
"Where am I?" John asked.
"In your head, obviously," the old man answered.
"My head? Wonderful, I've gone insane!"
"You were always a mad man, you know," the old man drawled. He took a couple steps closer to John.
John gazed at the man. "If this is my head, why are you in it?"
The old man let out a scoff. "Haven't you figured it out by now?" He turned, and flipped something on the control panel. The circular rings started moving, and the room shaking. The old man stared at John again. "I never realized how not having your memory made you so stupid."
"Not having my memory?" John asked. "How do I not have my memory?"
The old man flailed his hands. "You've forgotten! Wonderful, well something happened… And now you're like this!"
"Like what?"
"Like this. Pay attention, it could help."
"You're not making any sense."
"I never do!" The old man exclaimed. "Please," he gave John a sort of pleading look, "Tell me you understand."
"I don't understand anything you are saying!" John snapped.
"Why are you so stupid? Why are you even here then?" The old man ranted. "I can't deal with idiots who don't even know what's going on in their own head!"
"I can't deal with you!" John retorted.
But then, the flashing lights and the shaking stopped. John glanced around furiously. "What's going on?" John said with finality.
"You're about to find out," the old man said softly.
Behind John, two doors swung open. John could tell that whatever was beyond those doors was dangerous. Yet, he couldn't surpass the feeling of curiosity.
As if reading his mind, which may not have been difficult since he was in it, the old man said, "Curiosity killed the cat."
John started for the doors, "But satisfaction brought it back, didn't it?" John muttered.
"Yes, yes it did," the old man confirmed.
That made up John's mind. With eagerness, he bolted out of the room, only to be faced with another one.
This room was larger, and twelve men were standing in it. They stared at John. The one with a celery stick stick to his coat stepped forward.
'"John, at one point you are going to have to remember us. But, this isn't the time," he said.
"What?" John asked incredulously.
Another man, this time with a black, leather jacket, stepped forward.
"We are here to warn you of yourself. You will have to fight to regain what you lost, but once you have it back, there is no return."
"What are hell are you even talking about?" John said, angrily.
A man with a long, brown coat, and spiky hair, spoke next.
"You've both already started to remember. An I'm sorry, but the more you know, the more it will hurt."
"Then why am I here?" John cried.
A childish looking man smiled. He wore a red bowtie, and a fez on his head.
"John, er, whatever your name is, you're going to have to be very brave now. You will have to fight to keep us alive."
"Who are you?"
At last, the old man stepped into the room. He gave a cold look, but what he said, chilled John right to the bone.
"Whatever you do, make sure that Clara is safe."
And the world turned black.
John drew in a sharp breath. He bolted upright, to face Clara and Ginger, who were smiling.
"What?" was simply all John could manage.
Ginger shook her head. "You've been here for a couple of hours. You fell asleep. Pomfrey is going to be pissed."
"Language!" John scolded.
Clara sighed. "He is such a hypocrite. I've heard worse come from his mouth."
Ginger giggled, and john stared at the two girls painfully. Not only because of his dream, but also because they were too happy for their own good.
Clara flipped her hair back. "So, are we gonna go now back to the common room?"
John nodded grimly. "Guess so."
However, it just so happened that was the exact moment Harry woke up, and a bunch of students swarmed his bed.
John moaned. "Please, can we go?"
Clara shook her head. "No, John. Remember that talk we had about being respectful?"
"No."
Clara covered her face with her hands, while Ginger laughed.
"We have to say that we're thankful that Harry is OK, and that he is awake. Plus, we have to tell him that Gryffindor lost," Clara clarified.
"Wait, they actually continued the game, and people stayed around and watched it?" John asked.
Ginger nodded. "Yeah, they have to continue the game. But, mostly only Hufflepuffs stayed for the last few minutes."
"Whatever," John said, jumping off the bed.
They walked to Harry's bed, where he lay looking confused.
"We didn't lose, did we?" Harry asked. John smiled to himself silently. This was going to be funny.
"Diggory got the snitch," George sighed. "They won fair and square. Even Wood admits it."
"Where is Wood?" Harry asked.
"Still in the showers. We think he's trying to drown himself," Fred said.
"Should've just stayed outside, then," John muttered. Of course, he said it loud enough that everyone turned toward him.
"Aren't you a bright one," George said.
"Very bright," Fred added.
"Boy aren't you ginger," John replied.
Madam Pomfrey took notice to the crowd around Harry, and scolded them mercilessly.
"Out, out! The boy needs his rest!" She then turned toward john, "And next time, I will make sure to just kick you out of the hospital wing. This is place for healing, not sleep!"
Clara simply shrugged. When they were out of the hospital wing, Clara just grumbled, "Sleep and healing are the same thing, in my opinion."
John just said, "Merlin, I hate sleep."