I woke up, surrounded by cushions, and the faint smell of antiseptics flooded my noise. "Violet! Oh my god, you're awake!" I heard a voice say, followed by a sigh of relief. I turned to see Harry, Danni, Hermione and Ron. "Oh, hello, you all." I croaked, attempting to sit up. Ron placed his hand on my chest, shaking his head, "It's best if you don't exert a lot of energy."

"Yeah, we wouldn't want you to break out in to a sweat." Danni joked, Hermione elbowing her rather harshly. Hermione then turned to me, her eyebrows furrowing. "So, how do you feel, Violet?" She inquired, feeling my forehead for a fever quickly. I shook my head, "Everything aches and I still feel a tad bit sick to my stomach." Hermione nodded, as if she expected that. Harry just sat there, staring at my blankets, a blank expression on his face. "Listen, Violet. All the teachers have been searching for this person. They closed the castle off, so if they escaped, they won't be getting back in, that's for sure." Hermione reassured me. Ron smiled, "Yeah, and if they do come back, we'll send them right here to the Hospital Wing."

"Hospital Wing? I thought by the time we'd be through, there would be nothing left of them." Danni laughed.

"So…how long was I out?" I mumbled, afraid to hear their response. Ron scratched his head and then said, "I'd say a good two days, maybe closer to three."

"Three days?" I cried.

"Yeah, that curse really drained you."

"But, that's impossible."

"Turns out it isn't. But we have to head back to our Common Room for the rest of the free period. We thought we'd drop off your books so you can continue studying while you're bedridden." Danni replied, placing a stack of books on a desk next to my bed. I thanked them, and they all got up, except Harry, who still sat, unblinking. Hermione pat his back, and he slightly flinched, but stayed sitting. "We'll, uh, leave him here with you for a bit." Ron mumbled, walking with the girls back to the Common Room.

I slowly sat up, resting my back against the headboard. Harry still didn't dare looking at me, his head starting to get red. "Harry, please say something." I begged. No response. "Harry, I know I said some hurtful things, but I really want to speak to you." Still not a word, just teary eyes. "Goddamn it, Harry! If you are just here to make me feel more awful, then it's best you leave!" I yelled, regretting instantly. The sudden rise in my voice caused me to start hacking uncontrollably. Once it stopped, Harry muttered, "It's my fault." His eyes still stayed focus on my blankets.

"No, Harry, it's not your fault. It's anything but your fault."

"I kept you from going into your Common Room. If I just let you go, you would have been safe in your room."

"And that crazy person would still be in this school and no one would know." Harry whipped his head, looking straight in my face. "Maybe that would be better." I shook my head, looking at him sadly. I managed to scoot over, patting an empty spot in my bed for him to sit. He shuffled his feet over to me, gingerly sitting by me. "Violet, you don't know how scared I was. I heard you scream, and I came immediately. Do you know who the person who did this to you looked like?"

"No, they were hooded the entire time." I said, disappointed I never caught a glimpse of them.

"You were really strong. Some people go crazy from that kind of torture."

"I was passed out for three days. I wouldn't call that strong."

"I would." Harry uttered, a smile creeping across his face.

"Thank you, for being here for me. You've been a good friend to me, and I'm sorry for being angry with you."

Harry bit his lip, resting his hand on my hand. He started to whisper something, coming closer to me, but I heard a shout, "Violet!" Harry jumped up, alarmed by the sudden intrusion. Cedric came running up to me, clutching a bouquet of flowers. "Thank Merlin, you're okay!" He said excitedly, handing me the flowers. I blushed, and thanked him. Harry backed away and said awkwardly, "I'll-uh-see you around, Violet." Before I could answer, he rushed out the door.

Cedric took Harry's wrinkled spot, grinning at me. "I visited you every day. I've been replacing your flowers, and I was just coming by to drop these ones off." I pressed them close to my face, inhaling their sweet, refreshing smell. "They're absolutely gorgeous, Cedric."

"I thought you'd like them. I had Neville and Professor Sprout find me the perfect ones. I tell you, that kid has a knack for plants."

"Well, you can tell them both they did a good job."

"So, are you feeling better?"

"I guess. Considerably better from that night." I laughed, gently setting the flowers on top of my books. "Let me tell you, I was in total shock when I heard that. I would never expect someone to do anything like that. Especially to you." Cedric grumbled, fixing his hair.

"I should have stayed in my Common Room, in all fairness."

"Perhaps. But, I won't let anything happen to you." Cedric promised, flashing his award-winning smile. I turned a deep red again, unable to muster a sentence. "No need to be so noble, Cedric." I teased. Cedric shook his head, still beaming at me. "It's too late for that. I'm already keeping that promise. I promise."

"You're such a Hufflepuff." I giggled, ruffling his hair a bit. He chuckled, "And you're such a Ravenclaw. But maybe for once, you should stop trying to be logical, and just go with things." Cedric reached over, pushing a strand of hair out of my face. My skin instantly burned. I couldn't tell if it was excitement or genuine pain, but I flinched. Cedric noted, "You know, I've never seen such golden eyes on someone before." I bit my lip, trying to hide my smile. "Boy, it's really hot in here. Could you turn that fan on, Cedric?" I quickly said, trying to distract him by pointing at the small fan hanging above my head. He nodded, and reached his arm up, yanking the chord to get it going. I let out a small gasp. His sleeve had slid down to his elbow, revealing a large burn.

A flashback of the night with the hooded figure came back to me. My spell hit the person's forearm, burning their flesh. There, in front of me, was the burn. "What's wrong?" Cedric questioned, looking concerned. "Where did you get that?" I hissed, pointing at his arm. "Oh, that? Umm…Quidditch practice." Cedric told me hesitantly. I inhaled deeply, and then nodded as if it were nothing.

"Well, I must be going. I'll come visit you tonight after dinner. I might try and sneak you something." He grinned, leaning over and kissing my forehead. Confused by the gesture, I waved, watching him stroll out the door confidently. But despite his kindness, the only thing on my mind was the burn on his arm, and how it got there. How it really got there.

So, there you have it! I tried to incorporate a little blossoming romance. Poor Harry. Cedric always swoops in and steals his spotlight no matter what the story is. The next chapter will be written from the perspective of Harry, so you can see his views on everything that's happening and how he's dealing with the upcoming Tournament. Don't forget to review, thanks for reading, and stay awesome, Gotham.