A/N kinda just realized today that I have been MIA for the past few months and to the few people who wanted another chapter here it is. I still haven't added any more to the story but I am working on another fic at the moment that takes place across the seven Hogwarts years that I really don't want to abandon so am writing at least the first year before I publish. Also, this fic will probably take a long time to finish as I do have the fic I just mentioned, and also school is catching up to me. I don't have as much time anymore but I will try and get this story finished even if it is updated very slowly.

So all in all, just bear with me as I have a lot going on right now but for now, enjoy the second chapter of Trauma

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Harry Potter

Today was Saturday. Skylar had two days to sort her shit out before lessons started. The night before had been horrible. She'd managed to get to sleep, for once, but she still couldn't stay asleep. She'd woken up in the early hours of the morning after her nightmare. The nightmares had come but they'd never left. Not once. This time she had seen the face of Lucius Malfoy. The wizard who'd killed possibly her best friend, Laila Gibson. She had been a pureblood witch. The best witch in their year bar Skylar and her life had ended just like that. One simple flick of a wand, one simple flash of green light, and the person who'd made life seem bearable for her was gone. Just like that.

It was only 6 am but Skylar couldn't stay in this room much longer. It contained way too many memories. Not all of them were good but they all mattered. They'd all made Skylar a better, happier person.

*Flashback*

It was their first night back at Hogwarts. They had just come up to their dorm from the welcome feast and Skylar and Alice, another muggle-born, had the brilliant idea of getting the other four to play double patience with them, a muggle card game. It had been so fun to watch Laila get so stressed out over a silly little muggle game.

They had their first day of third-year classes tomorrow, but they didn't care. They had the most fun they had ever had that night. Just sat around the table in their dorm room playing a silly card game.

"But I don't get it. Why can't I put it on the Queen? It's literally a Jack," Laila asked in frustration.

"No, because they are different pictures silly. The Queen is a heart and The Jack is one of those black things," Stella had replied, still slightly confused herself.

"Suits not pictures," Alice added.

"And those black things are spades," Skylar said.

"Oh yeah," Stella replied with a laugh.

"I still don't get it. How am I supposed to predict the order in that I'm gonna need those cards?" Amelia asked, also bewildered.

"You don't, you just have to guess," Alice replied with a laugh.

"I don't get it, this game is stupid. I don't have the patience for this!" Laila exclaimed throwing the stack of cards down on the table.

"Neither," Evelyn agreed.

"It is called double patience for a reason," Skylar reminded them.

*End of Flashback*

The other four girls had understood the game eventually but it had taken a while. They'd stayed up until midnight that night and wondered why they were so tired the next morning. But it was their new favorite game. They played it a lot.

Skylar felt a pang in her heart. She missed these girls so much. Way more than she thought she would. It was so fucking hard just to carry on when everywhere she turned brought new memories that she would never relive. She had lost so many friends before, but she never thought that she would lose those five girls who had meant the absolute world to her. They had made everything seem so much better. They had made life so joyous and Skylar just started to cry thinking about all the times she could have had with them but never would anymore. Her life sucked. The only good thing in her life was taken away from her. In one singular night. Why did God hate her so much?

Skylar got changed and grabbed her stuff before heading out of Ravenclaw Tower. She couldn't stay here. There were way too many memories. She only had two days before lessons started again. Two days. She couldn't heal in two days. Who was she kidding? She would never heal. Not fully anyway.

As she walked down the halls she contemplated going to the library. Start reading her textbooks to get her mind off of everything. No; there were too many memories in the library. Way too many. That was where so many things happened. The time they'd convinced her to try out for the quidditch team with them. The time that they had laughed their heads off so much that Madame Pince had nearly kicked them out. The good times. The times she would never get back. Not ever.

As she walked down the quiet halls, Skylar started to feel dizzy. She had hardly eaten the day before. Not at all. Unless a few bites of potato counted. No. She could last another morning and then she could eat at lunch. But, if she went now it would be quiet and nobody was around. But then she would have to see the great hall again. Where it happened.

No. Skylar knew that she couldn't show weakness. She had to suck it up and face her fears. That's what she should do. That's what her parents would want her to do. Like she cared what they thought anymore. But no. Skylar needed to do this. The first step to recovery. Face her fears. Be brave. She had brought this upon herself by joining the war at the end of the day. She should be the one to blame. Right?

Skylar entered the great hall and saw that there were only 5 other people there. Well, it was 6 a.m. on a Saturday. Unsurprisingly, all of them were 7th and 8th years. They did have the biggest exams of their lives this year, after all. But the person who drew her eyes was Draco Malfoy. Sat by himself.

She had never liked the Malfoy boy but it was even worse now. Their family had got away. Just a fine that probably didn't even make a small dent in their bank account. They had gotten away with it because, in the end, they were apparently always working against Voldemort. It still didn't excuse everything that they had done. Skylar knew that she would find it hard to even look at Malfoy without being reminded of what his father did to her. What he did to Laila. What he did to her best friend in the entire world.

Skylar sat down at the empty Ravenclaw table and grabbed a piece of toast, making sure she sat perfectly so as to not see that corner of the room or the son of her best friend's killer. Skylar decided to open her charms textbook but could barely read the first page without her mind wandering to other things. She was about to head out of the hall when somebody called her name behind her. It was one of the eighth-year prefects, Terry Boot.

"Professor Flitwick asked me to tell you that you are required in his office," he said before walking away. Skylar just sighed before heading there knowing that she had to just get it over and done with; whatever he wanted to talk to her about.