Never have I written a whole Harry Potter story, but I thought I'd have a crack at it. I hope I do this story justice. It's an amazing series, and I recommended both the stories and the movies. Srsly. JK Rowling is the epitome of badassery, and I bow to her writing skills. That is all.
This story takes place after the war.
Evie POV
Was I dead?
No.. I could hear my heart beat pounding in my ears, and the deep sound of rushing blood furrow through my veins.
I wasn't dead, but.. Sweet God, I wished I was.
My body felt like I had been hit with a truck.
It hurt. Everything hurt.
What fucking happened?
It took a second, but I was finally able to get a handle over my bodily functions, and I felt my eyes flicker open, finding that the light brightening the room was invasive and painful, making me groan in agony.
"Oh, deary, I am very sorry, the lights are really bright. Let me turn down the lustre for you, one moment," a kindly elderly voice echoed through the room - where was I? - I was in, and she proceeded to whisper, "Nox minutia." And the lights promptly went out. There was a warmth radiating from my left hand side, and I craned my eyelids open to see the flickering candlelight besides my head offering up the only ardour that was warming the room.
Which turned out to be the hospital wing.
Oh shit.
"Yes. That is an appropriate statement to make, my dear." There was a smile in her voice, and I heard the clicking of her stubby heels as they approached my gurney.
My voice was croaky as I asked, "W-Why am I here?"
She had grey hair, tied up and out of the way with a cap, similar to those worn by the typical British nurses that I saw in some of the movies that my teachers would show us in History class. The uniform adorning her body was that of those actively worn in the Edwardian period, and it matched the school's aesthetic, perfectly. Of course she was going to look like a character out of Downton Abbey. Her face wore compassionate wrinkles, and her eyes bright and a pretty, knowing blue colour, twinkling, intelligently, from her face.
"Do you not remember your accident, dear?" she asked, concerned. My eyes squinted of their own accord as I thought over the blanket of darkness that settled over my memories. Eventually, I glanced up at her, my expression strained as I shook my head, minutely, and her lips formed a grim line. She scribbled something down onto a note pad, and she asked, instantly and professionally, "How do you feel at this current moment, Miss Kendall?"
Taking a second to think over her words, I answered as honestly as I could, "My body aches.. My head is hurting," then as I inhaled, sharply, I coughed, my chest heaving with exertion. "My throat is a little raw, though."
She nodded, understandingly, and finished writing whatever she had to down, and stated, "I am Matron Pomfrey, the school nurse. You're here because you almost drowned in the Black Lake. The situation was not an accident, and the discretions of those involved are being handled quickly, especially considering the seriousness of the outcome."
"Wh.. What's happened to me?" I asked, the muscles in my neck aching as I rolled my shoulders, tentatively. She reached into her front pocket, and said, soothingly, "What I'm referring to, dear, is the significance of the actions taken by one Daphne Greengrass. I know of your.. Condition, as well as that of the two students you are involved with. It was difficult to quell Mr Malfoy's anxiety when he found out that you were in the hospital, and once he found out why you were in my care, you would not believe the mess that he made. Mr Zabini had to force him back into your dormitory, and he has been there ever since, under strict orders of his father and of the Headmistress, to not leave until you are well."
My brows furrowed, and I asked, "Why?"
She smiled, her eyes flashing, "The possible trauma of your accident, on top of the stress that he could put on top of you with his overbearing nature could prolong your recovery, and that," she sniffed, perturbed, "That is not occurring in my hospital."
I grinned at her attitude, I liked this lady, she made me smile. Previously, she had pulled out a glass vial filled with some kind of a saline solution, and said, "You," she grabbed a sterilised needle, "Need to lie back for me, just for a moment, please."
Baring my teeth in apprehension at the thought of an injection, not having had one, even in the muggle world, for the longest of times. I rarely ever got sick, it wasn't something that bothered me. Common colds, headaches, body aches, nausea; it happened once in a blue moon, and even then, it was minute pain that I got over quickly.
"This will only hurt for a moment," she stated, calmly, and I winced as she rolled up the sleeve of my now dry shirt. She had removed my sweater, I guessed, and after a closer inspection, it turned out that the shirt itself was different. She had changed my clothes; probably because my other uniform was too waterlogged for me to wear.
Inhaling, deeply, I bit my bottom lip and tried to relax as the thin needle slid into my supple skin, a sharp sensation blossomed beneath my skin.
"This should take away some of the pain," she stated, comfortingly, "Malfoy Senior is waiting in the lobby, along with his wife. Do you wish for me to let them in?"
Nodding, immediately, she smiled, her shallow dimples making a momentary appearance before she swept out of my eyesight, and I heard her unlock the door, and she was followed by the sound of two extra clicking shoes.
"Oh sweetheart!" Cissy exclaimed as she saw me, and I shuffled upward, my head spinning, briefly, as she grasped me into her arms, throwing caution to the wind, even under the scrutiny of an interested matron. Lucius placed a comforting hand on Cissy's back, and nudged forward, pressing a kiss to my forehead, and pulled two chair forward, allowing his wife to sit closer to me, as she held my hand, tightly, her blue eyes worried.
"Are you alright?" she asked, concerned. I breathed out a small smile, and replied, sluggishly, "Yeah.. I'm fine, I'm just feeling a little crappy, that's all."
She frowned, deeply, and I asked, "How are Blaise and Draco?"
Lucius raised his brow, with a diminutive smirk on his ethereal face, and replied, "Blaise is more.. Composed. He trusts Miss Pomfrey and her talents, however Draco wanted all of the best healers flown in. He was making a spectacle of himself, and it was truly a sight to see. Blaise took him back to your quarters nearly three hours ago, as he was not.. In the right mind frame to be around other students. He lost his composure, that's for sure."
Blushing, slightly, I found myself liking the idea of Draco losing his shit. He never truly stopped being so uptight and serious, even when he was around me, and I wanted to break him out of that shell. Even if he couldn't be like that around others, I wanted him to be like that with me.
Lucius stated, seriously, "And that Greengrass girl.. She's being dealt with." a growl in his tone, and his eyes flashing dangerously under the dim lighting of the room.
Sometimes I forgot that Lucius had Veela blood in him - it always surprised me.
I frowned, minutely, a recollection flashing through my mind momentarily, a reddish green hue burst behind my eyes, almost like the colour of decaying leaves nearing the end of Autumn, and the breath in my chest caught in my throat, painfully. Coughing, violently, into my fist, I found that I was bent into myself, coughing over and over again, trying the get my chest to just function again, my eyes watering in response.
Cissy shot forward, "Sweetie, are you alright?" she asked, panicking, slightly.
After practically coughing up a lung, I nodded, rubbing my eyes feeling the muscles in my back scream in protest. Lucius' eyes tightened, "Poppy says that you came in with a broken shoulder blade, and severe bruising around your back. How do you feel?"
"A little achy, but beyond that, nothing that would suggest a break of any kind."
I knew what a broken bone felt like.
I remember once I completely wiped out on my board, my forehead colliding with the metal of the half-pipe ramp. It was horrific. My blood was everywhere. Two of my teeth fell out of my mouth, immediately, and another one was taken out in the hospital. I ended up getting dentures put in, because my smile was permanently damaged because of it. I had fallen a little to heavily on my elbow, and the force ended up causing suction in my arm and the joint connecting my wrist to my forearm snapped out of place. 6 months and a few new teeth later, I was back on my board, fearless, but more vigilant, than ever.
Either way, this wasn't that kind of pain.
This was more of the tightness that you got when you stretched too early in the morning and your muscles locked in place, burning a little in effort.
Cissy stated, "Poppy tells us that you'll be able to leave the ward in an hour or so, once the medication she gave you fully integrates in your system. Minerva has given you the day off, thankfully, as well as the boys, who wouldn't have went back, regardless."
"That's good. I don't want to be here any longer than I need to be - hospitals frighten me a little," I said, truthfully, because they did.
An hour and a half of casual, menial conversation later, I found that the aching in my body slowly ebbed away and all that was left was a constant thrum of hyperawareness in the forefront of my mind.
They filled me in on what happened during my lesson, from the general recounts of a few students who were within hearing range of our supposedly heated argument. Lucius expressed his disgust of Daphne's underhanded tactics, as well as her assumption over Astoria and Draco's relationship. He explained that had I not been around, Astoria would have probably been Draco's wife, eventually, however all the plans of 'arranged' marriages went out of the window once they realised who I was and how I would affect their son's.
Poppy had deemed me ready to leave within 90 minutes of me becoming conscious, and before I knew it, I was being led back to my dorm by Lucius and Narcissa, drawing ample amounts of attention from other students.
A lot of the pupils I passed were shocked, probably at the fact that I was still standing, honestly.
"Evie!" Pansy's worried voice shouted, "Are you okay?" she hugged me tightly, "We heard about what happened!"
Her eyes widened as she took in Cissy and Lucius' forms, and she stammered, "Oh, I'm sorry, Mr and Mrs Malfoy. I-I didn't see you there."
Lucius nodded once in her direction, and I smiled, apologetically, "I'm fine, Pans, don't worry. I'll tell you about it tonight, I promise."
She nodded, gravely, and skipped away, probably to her last lesson, and I realised that the sky had become darker while I had been in the hospital wing, and I found the worry settle in my stomach at the thought of what I would find when I arrived at my housing.
Oy vey, this could get uncomfortable, very quickly.
So she's okay. BUT, it's time to see what the boys will do. Also! I'm in college, and I don't have as much free time to write and update, so I'm sorry, but I am NOT abandoning my stories. I have over 70 chapters for this story already written, it's just that I don't have enough spare time.
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