In the hospital wing I sat on the bed next to Harry's while Madam Pomfrey mended his bones. When the rest of his team, came in, along with Ron and Hermione, they all crowded, him, as Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle, who were practically carrying Drcao, who was moaning. I couldn't help but to roll my eyes at his little act. Madam Pomfrey had given Harry a drink, that would regrow his bones.
I was a bit alarmed when she walked up to me, lifting my face up by the chin, as she looked at me, "any pain love? It's been brought to my attention, you were using multiple spells to save Potter, how's your head?"
"Uh, it's alright?" I replied alarm to the questioning.
She nodded, "Well, I've done some reading about black blood, come with me, love." She ordered, walking to her office that was attached to the hospital wing. Quickly, I followed her. I wanted to know what was happening.
Walking into the office I took note of the size of the room. It was pretty big, with two wardrobes in the room, the walls had bookcases built into them along with a two more doors. There was also a desk in the middle of two pillarts that held the roof, there were two chairs, sitting on either side of the room. I also saw a bed that had a curtain on it.
I took a seat across from Madam Pomfrey, while she sat on the other side, "I believe you have Natblida, it's a rare hereditary condition manifested by dark, or in this case black blood. "
"I don't get it? I don't think I've heard of Natblida, I also doubt my family has had black blood, I'm sure there'd be more word about it" I stated, confused.
"It's a rare condition, very rare. It's hardly noticed, it takes place in your roots, your genetic factors, your genes." She paused, but I urged her to go on. "It's been believed that intelligence can be due to genetics. It's thought that if one has this genetic abnormality that their mind will protect itself, from what Dumbledore was willing to share about what happened before hand, I believe to much pressure on your mind, if you get a headache it causes the black blood, to sooth your brain, protecting it from the outside world." She went on, "to much thought"
"What?" I questioned, not fully getting it, "Mind protecting itself? Sounds ridiculous"
She nodded, "That it does, but that's what happens, I believe if there is to much mental stimulation, it causes your heart to work harder, pumping out more iron into your blood, and the blood building up, along with the mental stimuli causes the bleeding, the amount of iron in your blood, causes the black color." She then went on in a warning tone, "From what I've read, the amount of iron being pushed into your blood is higher than the amount of iron your body can produce on its own, the bleeding may cause problems, fainting, difficulty breathing, while your body tires to recover the iron it's loosing."
"So, I shouldn't think?" I asked, not sure how to handle the information.
"No, no love, I doubt you'd stop, from what I hear. You'll just need to find your limit of stimulation, then do with that information as you will" She answered, "Just don't push it, I'll have to ask that you spend the night this evening, just to be sure you're fine"
I just nodded, I wasn't sure what to say about it. I was then excused, walking out of the office, I saw Draco wasn't here, just Harry, who was asleep, is it that late? I sat on a bed laying there thinking over what I had been told.
I must've fallen asleep, as the next thing I knew was Harry talking, sitting up, I rubbed my eyes. Looking over I saw Harry sitting up, with an elf standing on the foot of his bed. The he looked like the usual house elf, with large eyes, a pencil-like nose and long, bat-like pointed ears. He was wearing some rag, that looked like an old pillowcase. I don't I've been noticed awake, as they were both in a heated discussion. So I just laid down, listening to the conversation, out of curiosity.
"Harry Potter must go home!" The elf spoke, so this elf, is the same one that got Harry in trouble with his family, "Dobby, thought his bludger would be enough to make Harry Potter see-" His bludger?!
"Your bludger? You made that bludger chase after me?" Harry whispered, trying not to get loud.
"Dobby feels most aggrieved, sir." The elf went on, "Dobby had to iron his hands."
I heard Harry huff before he responded, "You better clear off before my bones come back, Dobby, or I might strangle you." Then I heard the loud sound of the elf slightly panicking, then I heard the bed move, they must've gotten out, or off the bed.
"Dobby is used to death threats, sir. Dobby gets them five times a day at home" Dobby informed Harry.
"I don't suppose you could tell me why you're trying to kill me?" Harry questioned.
"Not kill you, never kill you" The elf went on, explaining, "Dobby remembers how it was before Harry Potter triumphed over He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. We house-elves were treated like vermin, sir, of course Dobby is still treated like a vermin." the elf then began to cry.
I sat up, quickly, "Quiet Dobby, you'll wake Madam Pomfrey" I warned. Harry then looked at me, then back at Dobby, I then got up from my bed walking over, "Please Dobby" I pleaded.
The elf then blew his nose into his ugly rag, "Why do you wear that thin, Dobby?" Harry asked.
"This sir? It is a mark of the house-elf's enslavement." Dobby responded.
I looked at Harry, "He's a slave, he can only be free if his master gives him clothes" I then looked at Dobby, "I'm sorry, I wish we could help" I whispered. Then there was loud banging, bringing this conversation to a halt.
"Listen, listen!" Dobby whispered, bringing Harry and I closer, "Terrible things are about to happen at Hogwarts. Harry Potter must not stay here. Now that history is to repeat itself." The Chamber? Is he talking about the Chamber? He must be!
"Repeat itself?" You mean this has happened before?" Harry questioned.
Dobby then gasped, realizing he had said to much, "I shouldn't have said that!" the elf then grabbed, the bottle with Harrys medicine in it and began hitting himself in the head.
"Dobby stop it!" I hissed, while Harry tried to stop him.
Harry then grabbed a hold of Dobbys shirt, "tell me, Dobby when did this happen before? Who's doing it now?"
I looked at him, "Fifty years ago Potter now put him down, and Dobby get out! They're coming!" I ordered quietly, running back to my bed, across from Harry.
"You knew when? Who opened it?" Harry demanded, looking over I saw Dobby had disappeared.
"Get in you bed Harry!" I snapped at him, once I saw him hurry back under his covers, I then began covering myself and Capone with mine.
I closed my eyes as Dumbledore, Pomfrey, McGonagall and two men came in with a stretcher.
"What happened?" Madam Pomfrey questioned, in horror.
"I think he's been petrified, Madam Pomfrey" McGonagall responded, has what happened to happened to a student? Who? , "Look, perhaps he managed to take a picture of his attacker. "
I then saw Dumbledore remove a familiar camera, that belonged to a first year Gryffindor, I couldn't recall his name, Colin something or another. I stopped thinking when I saw smoke come from the camera, when it opened.
"What can this mean, Albus?" McGonagall questioned, with fear.
Dumbledore then responded softly, but with a warning tone, "it means that our students are in great danger."
"What should I tell the staff?" McGonagall questioned, she obviously didn't know how to react in this situation.
"The truth." Dumbledore answered, "Tell them, Hogwarts is no longer safe. It is as we feared, Minerva." He paused and looked over in my direction, causing me to shut my eyes, did he notice I was awake?"The Chamber of Secrets has indeed been opened again."
With that, there was no getting back out of bed as Madam Pomfrey was hovering over the first year like a fly.