Chapter 22:
I was walking back to the common room when I heard the voices again. Harry was already in the dueling club so he probably couldn't hear it. "Rip... tear... kill..." I tried to follow it when suddenly I realized it was coming towards me. I saw George ahead of me waving at me and I tried to tell him to run, but I looked in the window and saw a giant pair of yellow eyes, and suddenly everything went black. I was stiff and cold, and had no idea what was happening. I could hear people flitting above me, and yet I felt strangely distant from my body. Time seemed to pass by differently too I couldn't tell what was days, hours, or even minutes. I also was able to control my thoughts easier since that was all I had so I was able to totally forget my past thankfully.
I could sense the presence of everybody who came to visit me even though I couldn't see them. I got worried though when suddenly Hermione was always near me, yet never talked or said anything. I realized that Hermione must have met the same fate I did. Was I dying or something? I couldn't tell. I remembered than what Dumbledore had said about the cat being petrified. That we would be able to be healed with the mandrakes and a potion. 'Oh dear god I hope Lockhart doesn't make it, he might kill me.' I laughed a little at that thought. It almost felt like I could slow down time or speed it up, it was a weird sensation. Like sometimes days would seem to fly by, and other times I could pick out distinct conversations and even listen in.
One time when both George and Harry were sitting there, I was in one of those times were time floated by slowly so I listened in to hear what they were saying. "You know she likes you right?" Harry asked George. "Yeah I know, but she's scared I guess." Harry laughed and said "No, honestly she just doesn't want to hurt you. She feels like if she ever gets to close to somebody than when they eventually break up it will hurt them and she doesn't want to do that." "But why wouldn't it work?" George asked. "Because I don't think she is able to see that ever happening. For her seeming to be so happy she's actually really not. All over the summer she would try to cover up all her nightmares and put on a brace face, it hurt to see that she was hurting so much. Arrington also can't ever see something good happening to her because so much bad has been done to her." "That's not true. Harry she's got you in her life and I'm pretty sure she knows how lucky she was to have you." There was a pause in talking so I was just assuming Harry nodded his head at that.
I decided I wanted out of this petrified state now. I was tired of this confusing mess of time, and I didn't like hearing people talk about me. I mean I did but know it made me want to be with George even more. Maybe I should just be with George.
After a few days, or maybe years I really wouldn't know, I felt a potion being poured down my throat. It felt like it was burning my body all over, but in a good way as if warm water was being poured all over me after being cold for so long.
It seemed to take a while for the warmth to spread all over my body, but now that I felt the warmth I realized how cold I had been, and I wanted the process to go faster. It went so slowly up from my feet, to my legs, than my stomach and arms, my neck and finally my head. My head seemed to take longer probably because of the brain, but slowly I could start to feel all of my limbs and other body parts.
Finally after I was warm all over I felt my foot twitch, and from there it seemed to go really fast because the next thing I knew I was sitting up wide awake, and staring at everyone else in confusion who was sitting up looking lost.