Character: Graham Montague
Prompt: 513. A Fool's Hope
Word count: 385
A Fool's Hope
As his parents crowded around his hospital wing bed, his mother fussing over the minor details of whether the sheets were straight, Graham just wanted them to go away. They could say I understand or I could only imagine as many times as they wanted, but it didn't make them true.
For however long it was (it felt like months), he had been missing. He had been as good as dead to every single person at the school. Nobody had realised he was missing for a whole day. Nobody had realised he'd missed all of his classes, or that he could hear brief conversations of everybody who walked past without realising.
He felt like an absolute fool for hoping that someone would actually miss him, or realise. And now that his memory was slowly returning, he didn't want to say what had happened.
Weasleys! Those Merlin-foresaken Weasley twins had done this to him. His memory was still a bit shaky, but he could remember Weasley One grabbing him buy the shoulders while Weasley Two stuffed him into the cabinet. Or maybe it had been the other way around…. He didn't know or care, really. He just wanted them to pay.
"Dear, you must relax." His mother's voice interrupted his thoughts of revenge. He was now sitting up in the bed, but couldn't remember doing so.
"I. Must…. Revenge."
"Revenge? Dear, for whom?"
Graham stared at his mother with blank eyes, before laying back down. He couldn't remember now. Who was he seeking revenge for?
"Oh, Dear," his mother sobbed, stroking his forehead. "When will you tell us what happened to you? To Apparate without a licence, it's…."
His father rested a hand on her shoulder, telling her this was not the time.
Graham sat up again. Weasleys! It had been the Weasleys. They had done this to him.
He was made a fool of by a bunch of red-haired, slimy gits who made it their mission to prank every Slytherin they came across. Well, he would show them. If he was going to be made a fool, then he would take the twins down with him.
It was all he could hope for now that he was in this state. This state of….
"Yes, Graham?"
He looked into his mother's concerned eyes.
"Where am I?"
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