Disclaimer: There is nothing that I own regarding the Harry Potter series. The only thing here that I don't not own is the mangled story line and tortured writing style.

Is this what it felt like once you were eaten by a Dementor? Cause it felt kinda nice. Except for these sheets, they are too scratchy, but the blanket is nice, though a bit too cold. And what is that bright light? Is that Heven? Marcus slowly woke from his delusion when he realized that eternity without a soul would probably not be soft blankets and scratch sheets.

He opened his eyes and realised he was in the Hogwarts hospital wing, and of course the only bit of sun there was in the room at this hour was aimed directly into his eyes, Marcus' head hurt badly, like it was about to explode.

Marcus panicked for a few seconds before he noticed his father's wand lying on the bedside tale. He relaxed once he knew that he had not lost it. Marcus tried to sit up but his aching body responded to his attempts with much pain and little movement. When he slammed back down into the bed he heard the tired old springs creek very loudly for the little that they had to move to accommodate his poor attempt to reposition himself.

He noticed movement from a chair nearby him. A brunette girl his age was awakening from the noise his failed attempt had made. His headache quickly turned to a dull pain at her sight.

From the little of her that he could see Marcus knew that she was special to him, though he couldn't recall at this moment why. He recalled that she wasn't the most beautiful girl he had known, in fact many of his friends had told him that for his status on the Slytherin Quidditch team as a chaser he should really have a better looking girlfriend. Someone who looked more like, oh say, Cho Chang. Marcus had not in his four years at Hogwarts found those girls "datable", sure they were HOT, but for some reason not very attractive.

Anyway, back to this particular female. She wasn't what most would call thin, you know those twigs with heads, but she was what a woman should be, not overweight, but not going to slip through the floorboards either. Marcus didn't remember how he knew but he knew she was a brilliant witch, great conversation too.

Marcus pondered how he knew this when she finally collected herself and sprang out of her chair to hug him.

Marcus remembered now, she was Melody, his girlfriend... and savior from that horrible beast. It was only the thought of her that had given him the strength to beat that thing.

When she embraced him his only thought was OUCH as she crushed him from her strenght. Then he said it, "OUCH!"

"Oh, sorry," she said as she sat back down, but not really what looked like a relaxed sit, more of a person who was ready to take action at a moment's notice.

As Marcus once again struggled to sit upright, Melody got up and helped him, this time she was her more reserved delicate self, though she save delicacy for when it was absolutely necessary.

Together they were successful at propping Marcus up against a stack of pillows. When Marcus looked to be situated and not about to go anywhere Melody sat back down in her chair, this time a bit more relaxed than before, but still alert.

A long moment passed as both of them remembered their last encounter and the fight they had had, Melody was the first to speak her mind, "Look i'm sorry for the way things went last night, it should have never gone that far."

Marcus fully intended to not accept her apology and instead give one of his own explaining that she was right and he was sorry for storming out on her, but that isn't what happened.

Something unknow inside Marcus took over, something he had never felt before. Flint was trapped, unable to stop what happened next as his headache intensified again.

"You had better be sorry," Flint was shocked that he was saying this, he had thought it for the briefest of seconds but was now unable to stop what was happening. Flint just watched the next few moments unfold before him like a scene on a stage. "It is because of you that I was out there and got attacked," NO Flint tried to scream but the words wouldn't come out., "If it weren't for you i would have been safe inside while those Dementors roamed the forest."

Flint was shouting that no it wasn't her fault, that in fact the thought of her had save his life, but no words escaped Marcus' lips, at least not the ones that Flint wanted.

Melody looked stunned as Marcus blamed her for what happened. And she wasn't going to sit there and take it. The strong independant woman she was she knocked back the accusations, "I'm not the one that stormed out of the dormitory because of a fight. YOU are the only one responsible for that." She turned to leave, but Marcus had other plans.

Flint watched as his hand grabbed Melody's wrist of it's own accord with the strenght that Flint knew he didn't possess at that time. "YOU are MY girl, you have been since we met," Flint was stupefied by "his" actions. Whatever was happening was not of Flint's design. "Now come back here, i'm not finished with you."

Melody looked disgusted at Marcus, "I was never "your girl" we WERE dating thats all, but now you don't even have that anymore," she pulled her wand and cast a spell that forced Marcus to loosen his grasp on her wrist. That's Melody for you Flint thought as she left the hospital wing with her head held strong. If I ever did that to her I would want her to leave. Then Flint realized that he HAD just done that to her. His pride of her independence quickly turned to pity of himself. What had just happened? Why did he feel an underlying hatred of her, a want to hurt her? He would never hurt her intentionally. Fint felt very confused and alone in the small corner of his mind that was still his.

Fit heard a small sobbing off to his left. He turned to see a small girl, a first year he suspected. Flint's headache subsided as he felt like he was back in control of himself. Suddenly his anger was gone and replaced by sympathy for this little girl who he now realized wore the Gryffindor colors.

"What's wrong?" He asked her as he realized he was now back in full control of himself.

"I miss my mommy," the tiny black haired girl responded.

Marcus felt like he knew this girl somehow but couldn't place a finger on how. Maybe he had seen her at the sorting of the first years, but he couldn't be sure. "I know how you feel, I miss my mother too."

The small girl looked up to him with that face that said, "Really?"

Marcus managed a weak smile to her that seemed to calm the girl.

Marcus felt a bond with this girl, the protective bond that a big bother feels for his little sister. With the last of his strength Marcus managed to move himself to the right side of the bed and motioned the black haired girl to sit with him.

She hopped onto the bed with an enthusiasm that Marcus wished he possessed at that moment. She made herself comfortable and proceeded to fall asleep in the comfort that she found in her new big brother.

Marcus resolved to ask her if she had any siblings at Hogwarts when she awoke.

Quickly Marcus found himself slipping into deep sleep, a sleep uninterrupted by dreams.

When Marcus awoke the girl was gone.