(A/N): Hey Guys! So, this chapter was originally supposed to be longer, but I decided to split it into two parts, but I haven't written the other half yet. I really love writing this story, but I have to say I didn't convey the things in this chapter very well.
I started this story in 2012. I was fourteen. Its been almost ten years. If you don't like something in the early chapters, it's not going to suddenly change ten years after I wrote it. If you're going to review this story with criticisms, please log in so I can actually reply to you and not have to leave messages like this in chapters so you might actually see it. And if you're just going to bash the story for being inaccurate, again, please remember that I was fourteen, I wasn't born in the 1960's, and I have never been outside of Australia. And some things are inaccurate because that's what people in that time period thought- not necessarily what I think, or know today.
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Leo
I spun on my heel, turning away from Lily, tears burning behind my eyes and I refused to let them fall. It was a bad fight, our first major one, and I knew she would want to apologise soon. I wasn't going to forgive her. Well, I already did forgive her, but I wasn't going to tell her that. I knew Elaine would pester me to apologise as soon as she found out about our fight, but it was for the best. I was doing this for the greater good, I really was. I was a danger to Lily's safety, and Lily is what mattered most to me. I was a danger to Elaine as well, so I would have to avoid her just as much. I didn't care about what she'd said during our fight, I had done it on purpose, started our fight I mean. I knew exactly how to piss Lily off, and usually I avoided it at all costs, but the longer I was around her, the more her life was at risk. I turned around, in a circle, until I was facing the way I had come, a few corridors away from where I had started, and took one step before turning to my right and punching the stone wall beside me as hard as I could. Yeah, probably not the best of choices on my part, because it hurt like hell.
"Shit!" I swore loudly, followed by many other profane expletives I wouldn't want a teacher to hear, unless I wanted detention for a month, which I most certainly didn't. Though...perhaps it would make avoiding Lily easier...No, I don't want detention for a month. Besides, Professor Dumbledore told me to behave. I folded my injured arm into my stomach to protect it from further harm, using the other hand to brace myself on the wall and push myself out of my position of kneeling on the floor in agony. I winced as my steps jostled my hand, which by now, I was almost completely sure was broken.
"To the Hospital Wing it is then." I muttered, and started towards the medical relief I would surely need in a rush.
Madam Pomfrey blinked at me as I entered, her eyes wide with surprise, looking up from the patient she was working on before assuring him she'd be back in a minute and bustling over to me.
"Leonides, what are you doing here? You came here not two days ago for your last dose, what-?" At that moment, I cut her off by gesturing to the bloody and slightly mangled looking hand I held pressed to my stomach, and she winced before grabbing my other arm and dragging me to the nearest hospital bed.
"Sit!" She ordered sharply, like she was trying to command a dog to do the same, instead of an eleven year old half-vampire. I, of course, obeyed, trying to ignore the burning throb of pain that coursed through my arm as I did so. "What the bloody hell did you do?" She asked quickly and quietly, glancing back at the only other patient in the room before whipping out her wand.
"Well...I may have punched a wall." She had the look on her face I only saw her use when she saw something incredibly stupid about to happen, a look of 'oh, don't tell me'!
"Don't tell me, you used full strength?" She said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice, and I shrugged before wincing and hissing quietly, instantly regretting the movement. She rolled her eyes and grabbed my injured hand, drawing it out towards her to get a better look.
"Shit." I muttered under my breath, and she raised her eyebrows and her head snapped up.
"What was that?" I shook my head and bit my lip, my eyes blurring slightly with the pain.
"Nothing, just a cough mam." I choked out, and she smiled slightly. I'm guessing, for a usual human, a broken hand wouldn't hurt not nearly as much, seeing as I still felt the same rate of pain as full-humans, and I had hit the wall with a lot more force than a human could, and the fact that madam Pomfrey wouldn't as careful with me as I would wish, seeing as I was sure by now that the bones in my hand were completely shattered.
"Stay perfectly still, and I'll have it healed in a few seconds." It took longer than a few seconds. It took more than a minute. Hell, probably more than two minutes! The entire time, I was in agony, my features screwed up as I tried to hold back my cries of pain. When it finally stopped, my hand was as healed as she could make it, and when I opened my eyes, she looked rather distraught. It hurt her to cause me pain.
"Are you okay?" She whispered, and I could tell by her tone that she was holding back tears. She obviously hated causing people pain, which is probably why she was a healer, and causing children pain? It must have been torture for her, so, trying to reassure her, I pulled on a brave smile.
"Peachy, you?" A surprised chuckle burst from between her lips and she grinned at me before clearing her throat and composing herself.
"Well, I'm glad." She picked up my hand again, which only had a dull throb to it now, and inspected it once more before waving her wand. I tensed, worried it was another round of healing, but instead a bandage flew towards us accompanied by a potion, a small tub filled with a poultice, and a small phial of blood.
"This will be cold." Wow, understatement of the year. That poultice was freaking freezing! Like bloody ice, and she had to rub it from my wrist all the way to the tips of my fingers until it had sunk in. Then, she wrapped my hand with the bandage and handed me the potion and the phial, both of which I downed in one gulp each.
"Your hand should be fully healed by tomorrow night, as long as you don't sleep on it or punch another wall." She said this with a teasing smile, so I grinned back at her before standing up.
"Um...I'm free to go, right?" She smiled again before nodding and shooing me out.
Maybe fifteen minutes later, I entered the Gryffindor Common room, just as Elaine walked down the stairs. She, and Remus, James, Sirius and Peter, who were sitting on the couches, looked up as I entered, and Elaine caught my gaze for a second and started to move towards me. I froze for a second before turning on my heel and racing out the way I came, and I could hear five sets of footsteps behind me.
"Leo!" I heard Elaine call out from behind me, and I could tell she was pissed at me, and slightly sad, just by the tone of her voice. I slid around a corner and muttered the password to a portrait that I recognized before entering the corridor behind it as it opened. It shut quickly, but there was a small gap where the portrait met the wall, and I could see as Elaine, James, Sirius, Remus and Peter all rushed around the corner, rather out of breath and confused, seeing as I had only rounded the corner a few seconds before them, and I had seemingly disappeared.
"Why did you follow us?" Elaine asked the boys curiously, and I saw James blush slightly before turning to look at her.
"Because Leo's our friend too." I could see Elaine raise her eyebrows skeptically.
"That and the fact that he has a massive crush on Lily." Elaine's eyebrows rose even further as Remus said this, and James blush deepened greatly.
"Sirius!" He hissed, turning around to see Sirius with his hands in a 'wasn't me' gesture, before he pointed at Remus who shrugged at James's 'what the hell man'? expression. Well, I can see the reason to automatically assume that Sirius had said it, seeing as it was a very 'Sirius' thing to say. Elaine rolled her eyes a little before shaking her head and starting back towards the Gryffindor common room, the four boys in tow. After waiting a few minutes, I pushed the portrait open and stepped out, glancing after them before turning to walk in the opposite direction, only to come face to face- or, well, technically face to chest- with Professor Dumbledore.
"P-professor! What are you doing here?"
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I started this story in 2012. I was fourteen. Its been almost ten years. If you don't like something in the early chapters, it's not going to suddenly change ten years after I wrote it. If you're going to review this story with criticisms, please log in so I can actually reply to you and not have to leave messages like this in chapters so you might actually see it. And if you're just going to bash the story for being inaccurate, again, please remember that I was fourteen, I wasn't born in the 1960's, and I have never been outside of Australia. And some things are inaccurate because that's what people in that time period thought- not necessarily what I think, or know today.