Meh.
Hypothermia, not really dangerous, can be easily warmed and will be done and everything will be just dandy.
Or that's what I thought.
It felt like I was in Antarctica, somewhere freezing, and I was just staying there for hours, just plain naked and sleeping on the frozen, bone-chilling ground, not moving and just…laying there.
Shivers took over and controlled my body quickly. It was like a extremely bad and long case of the hiccups- didn't stop even though you did everything- chug a whole cup of sugar and wince of the sweetness, drink a tall glass of water and wait expectantly but see that you hiccup again and sigh, finally sitting down and plugging your nose, counting to ten on your finger…And hiccup once more.
Maybe I'll see Mum and Dad again. I loved them, no doubt. I tried to be a good daughter, but I did hope that I really stay here in this magical world and see all those fantasies that I missed out on the books. I really trusted with no doubt that this was all real. There really was the famous Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, Hermione Granger, The Know-It-All Bookworm, my once childhood role model; Ronald Weasley, the extremely funny and a slimy git, who once had my interest in him in a while.
And finally, my still crush, Draco Malfoy.
I knew that all the girls, mostly the silly and giggly blondes, would kill to be in my place. But enslaved in an almost-prison jailhouse with a insane Lucius Malfoy and the infamous Voldemort didn't occur to me that I was lucky to say the least.
Still shivering and sighing, I dug into my not-there-mattress and closed my eyes tightly, hoping to rid me of this coldness.
It didn't work.
Then I felt something, a drop of water? A small but sure drop of water fell on my lips as I opened it, thirsty for something, to stop my drastic issue right now. It was warm on my lips as I licked my lips clean, tasting something salty but sweet as I opened my eyes blearily, blinking, as the dim light focused on my eyes. Seeing wings, I wondered what it was. What was it? A gargoyle? A monster? A creature?
The wings were red, outlined with black, and continued the long width to her narrow shoulders, coming out of her shoulder blades. Her long, blood-red hair cascaded down to her back. A sharp horn or a little back bone came out of her head. I turned around, seeing her clearly. Her eyes were slanted and narrow, so elegant, her pupil surrounded by red, her whole eye black except for the little strip of red. She looked…Sexy but also looked demonic.
Demonic. That's it.
Someone tapped me on my shoulder and I twisted to see a man, to say the least.
He had wings too, but white and outlined with a light gold, to his broad shoulders, coming out of his shoulder blades. He had yellow, white hair and a halo wavered on his head. His big eyes were a sky blue, with a bit of stronger shade of blue, like midnight blue, surrounding the pupil. Cute, and handsome, but angelic.
Angelic.
Demonic.
I was visited by an Angel and a Demon.
A clash alerted me and the two looked at each other, and flew out the window as I started sobbing, right there. As I did, and the one drop fell, the Angel wiped it away and smiled.
"We'll be back." He whispered and left with the Demon, who stared at me curiously.