IT'S WHERE MY DEMONS HIDE

by loraimernst

Daisy is 16 and it is her first year at Hogwarts. The war has just ended, but she is still fighting her own wars. She is the new girl at a school where she knows no one, in a country that is foreign to her. But the goal is not to make friends. It's to be invisible and stay out of trouble, but that's not so easy when trouble is waiting everywhere, especially where you lie.

22. FOOLISHNESS POV MALFOY

It all happened in a split second.

Harper pushed me to the side and before I could realise what had happened, an avalanche of snow came down the roof and buried her underneath.

"Harper!", I screamed as all the snow slid off the roof.

No response.

"Harper!", I yelled again and louder but she didn't answer me.

"Fuck!", I yelled as I had done so many times that day and took my wand out of my back pocket.

I levitated the snow aside and somewhere under measures of snow I found Harper.

"Harper!", I shouted again but she still didn't answered me.

I started to panic.

I rushed to her.

She was freezing.

I felt her pulse and heard for her breathing and there it was, very soft and weak but she was breathing.

I let out a sigh of relief.

I have to get her warm now or she will freeze to death.

Actually I wanted to freeze to feel something. That was the reason I hadn't put on shoes.

She was supposed to be in bed sleeping but she had been stubborn and had accompanied me.

And she had probably saved my little shitty life again.

I picked up her cold and surprisingly light body and carefully went back inside through the window opening.

There were the blankets she had left here and I wrapped her tightly in them.

I hurried back to the dungeons because it was quicker than going to Professor McGonnagal's appartment.

I could feel her shivering and as long as she did that I was reassured because it meant she was still alive.

When I got to my room I didn't think twice and put her on my bed.

I magically dried her clothes and put a light warming spell on the blankets.

It couldn't be too warm, it would hurt her, I knew that.

Her lips were blue and I watched them take on a more normal hue by the minute.

I was to blame for all this.

She could have died and it was because I was such an idiot.

She was so stubborn and obstinate, she could almost have been a Slytherin.

And she had shown courage by pushing me aside, a little Gryffindor.

She was so much that I only realised now and the moment she lay there in my bed, half frozen, wrapped in blankets because of my stupidity, something changed in me.