The Girl Who Lived part 1-10

Hey guys, so I've decided to post TGWL on my new account, figuring that it'd just be weird if I started with the last parts I did, considering that they didn't show up.

So, I decided to just create a new account since I couldn't figure out how to delete my old one and reuse the username. But oh, well. As you may have seen, I'm combining TGWL parts all together until I reach the part I'm at currently

  1. Part 1
  2. Days before Hogwarts .................... I've never known my parents. I could be called an orphan but I know my parents are alive. At least one of them. Ever since my brain was able to contain memory, I've received letters from my parents well, at least one. After only receiving one letter from my mother her letters stopped . Father never mentioned anything about the subject. I guess that she's no longer of this world. All of his letters are sent by owls so I'll never know their identities which I'm perfectly fine with. There's just this void that won't go away of who my parents could be. My thoughts were interrupted by someone shouting from the next room over. "Hey orphan!" Draco shouted as he strode towards me. I patted down my smock and dress to brush off a majority of dirt that had been clinging to my raggy clothes trying to make myself look at least presentable.I stopped sweeping and held the broom in my right hand while I shook my head to make my hair fall in front of my face instead of my hair being tucked behind my ears. I have a scar on my forehead that on instinct I know it needs to be hidden. Draco looked down at me trying to reach eye level. I just stared down at the dustpan by my feet. There's always a punishment if you look a Malfoy in the eye. Doby, their house elf was almost thrown out of the house just for looking him in the eye. Speaking of which, I probably haven't mentioned the reason how I know this. I was actually adopted by the Malfoys, well that's at least what Lucius says. "Who said you could slack off. I remember father telling you that you would only be adopted if you followed my orders. My orders are for you to clean this house to make it spotless and to prepare tonights dinner at seven sharp. If not, my father will hear about this and there will be a huge punishment for you." With that, he turned on his heel to buy his things that were required for attending Hogwarts. It's supposed to be this huge magic school. School will be starting in only a few days. Draco really wanted to attend a school named Pigfarts. He claims its on Mars but his father won't let him since there's no way that Mars would be able to support life. I was adopted by the Malfoy family but only under the condition that I would be Draco's caretaker. It's not as awful as it would seem, the Malfoys are letting me attend Hogwarts this year but only under the condition that I look after Draco. I don't think he's going to be the one who needs looking after. Well, he might. If I weren't working for him or his parents, then I would've beat him up myself not caring about the consequences. It just depends if he acts like a spoiled brat around the others. If they do, I'd be willing to help in a heart beat. After cleaning I prepared dinner. I loved the house when the Malfoy family was gone. The house became alive and all their servants had personality. Whenever they were out we would swap chores to change things us a bit and some people preffered certain jobs more than others. That's how I learned to cook. The cook and I swapped chores once and she taught me how. She's unfortunately no longer with us. She passed away a few years ago from chronic diseases and tuberculosis. She drowned in her own blood. My train of thought was stopped again when I heard the knockers hitting the door. I allowed them both in. It was a man who I had seen around town and talking to the Malfoys. He went by the name of Mr.Weasley. He had brown eyes and ginger hair. There was a boy my age who looked like a replica of Mr.Weasley. It must be his son. I led them to the dining room and they eyed their surroundings with suspicion and awe at the same time. "What's that heavenly scent?" They both asked. I was about to answer but was stopped by the grumbling of their stomachs. I suppose they hadn't had breakfast yet. They seem like extremely nice people. "Banana bread, it was baked this morning. Would you care for a piece?" I didn't give them an answer since I knew ahead of time. I set them down in the seats in the dining room. "I'll be right back." I entered the kitchen to fetch slices of banana bread I had made this morning for the servants and me to share. I made a little too much and now all of us were sick of banana bread. Cooking isn't permitted unless it is for the Malfoys so we keep it a secret. We celebrate birthdays the same way. In the mornings all of sneak down into the dungeon by my room and eat away to our hearts content. I grabbed the last banana bread loaf from behind the cabinets. A place where a Malfoy would ever look. Much less ever enter a kitchen. I grabbed two plates, began brewing tea and brought it all into the dining room. The plates stacked and loaf on top balanced on my head and I carried the tea. I set it down for them to eat. "I hope you enjoy it." Never have I ever seen bread or any type of food gobbled down in such a short period of time. The both downed their half of the loaf in one bite. The entire loaf was 10 by 14 by 3 inches. Come on, I know that I'm not them most educated person on the planet but I know that's not physically possible. They had already finished their bread faster than anyonw could've said "˜bug'. "Seconds please." Said the ginger headed boy with brown eyes. This is completely impossible. He held out his plate that had no crumbs on it, his shirt certainly did. It was covered in crumbs. "Excuse me miss....." Mr. Weasly said at a loss of words since we hasn't officially introduced ourselves yet. "Scarlet Malfoy." I replied extending my hand. "Terribly sorry, but by the looks of your clothes I figured you worked here. You don't look the least bit like a Malfoy." "You're not wrong. I'm not a Malfoy and I do work here. I'm adopted." "How much are you paid to work here? My home is always cluttered even though my wife is constantly cleaning. I think it'd be good to have someone like you around the house. Please at lease consider my offer. We will provide you with a home, food, shelter and we'll have you attend Hogwarts with Ron and my other sons." He said pointing at the red headed boy. "If you ever decide to cook anything, any food in general is fine with me. I won't complain, I'm not a picky eater." These comments made me smile quite a bit. "Thanks, but the Malfoys probably won't even allow me to leave the house, much less be adopted into another family." With a puff of white smoke appearing in the center of the room, it was soon obvious that the Malfoys decided to apparate home. I grabbed my broom once more to clean up the ash that had collected in the center of the room .
  3. Part 2
  4. After dinner I brought out dessert, it was an angel food cake, store bought of course. Silence around the room was broken by Mr.Weasley. "I've been informed that Scarlet has been under your care for quite a long time. I'd like to verify that you have the documents. From my point of view, her living and working conditions are quite unfair. She isn't treated like she's adopted. Scarlet is treated as if she is a maid." Lucius decided to argue. "She wasn't adopted into the Malfoy family. She was entrusted into our care by her parents who were unable to care for her. We have given her shelter, food and clothing." "Then you don't mind if the Weasley family adopts her into the family? I think my family could use another girl in the house. Plus, I'm quite fond of her already even though I've only known her for a few hours. Ron seems to fancy her even more. The boy has never been fond of girls. When he was little girls would bully him. It's a surprise even-" "Dad!" Said Ron who cut off his babbling father. "Wait, if I was entrusted into your care, then who are my parents?" I asked. "Go ahead and adopt her. She's just been a waste of space anyway." Stated Draco who ignored my question. "I'd like to excuse myself now." I said putting my hands of the table hoisting myself up. I walked in long strides until I was out of sight, that's when I burst into a sprint. I sprinted past many of the other servants who gave me strange looks as I passed. I ran down the dungeon stairs and into my room under the staircase. Surprisingly, the space I had to live in under the staircase was quite cozy.There was room for a twin bed, a couch and a bookshelf in which I kept magic textbooks and cookbooks. I've been learning magic and practicing in private. I am forbidden by the Malfoys to do magic. There was a knock on the door and in came the last person I would've ever thought to comfort me. Draco knocked on the door frame and closed the door behind him. He handed me a letter. A letter from Hogwarts. I opened the envelope with care and tried not to rip the envelope that had been addressed to me. I never receive mail. It was a letter directly from Albus Dumbledoor inviting me to learn wizardry at Hogwarts. Out of shock, surprise or maybe even pure joy, I gave Draco a bear hug. He was surprised at first but hugged me back. He got up and started for the door but stopped halfway and turned to face me. "The adoption papers have been signed and you are officially Scarlet Weasley. There is also a note found that was written by your parents entrusting you in our care. As of now, both families have custody over you. You will leave tomorrow." He turned on his heel and exited my room shutting the door on his way out. I packed all of my things which only took a matter of minutes since I had practically nothing. When I finished packing I heard a peculiar sound that caught my attention. The sound of someone yelling an unforgivable curse. I ran toward the sound with urgency. A green light emitting from the room. I stopped in my tracks when the curse was yelled again and I had found the room. "Crucius! Why did you give her the letter inviting her to Hogwarts! Do you want her to find out who her parents really are and be put in danger because of it!" with that, Lucius aparated out of the room and I snuck in. Draco was laying on the floor, cuts and bruises everywhere and he was laying in a pool of blood. His blood. His wand snapped in half. I brought supplies and bandaged or cleaned his cuts that could have gotten infected if not treated. When finished I put away the supplies and left the unconscious Draco where i had found him. The next day i was changing homes. I find that I'm surprise I've gotten used to Doby's complaints and the smell of sewage in the dungeon no matter how many times I scrubbed it spotless. I sat on the front porch of the gloomy Malfoy Manor waiting to be picked up. Last night after I bandaged Draco's cuts the servants I knew said their goodbyes. None of the Malfoy's said their goodbyes. Narcissa was off on a trip, Lucius was just a jerk and Draco is probably unconscious. The air was clear and crisp, perfect for moving. The day was perfect. The sun was shining, a flock of birds enjoying themselves in a garden I had planted and best of all, Lucius was no where to be seen. But out of nowhere I spotted an object hurtling toward me and the birds flew off. I ducked for cover just in time. when everything had stood still, I found a flying car had landed in the middle of my garden scattering the dirt and plants everywhere. Two boys who were identical in almost every way, including their clothes stepped out of the car and toward me. They looked a year or so older. I noticed Mr.Weasley and Ron exiting the car and heading toward us. "I'm Fred, and this is-" Said one of the twins. "George" Said the other pointing at himself. Even though they were twins I could already tell their voices were slightly different and so were their personalities. "Dad, this is the best birthday present ever!" They said while messing with my hair. "She's not your birthday present. Your birthdays were half a year ago." Stated Mr.Weasley. "Really? But can't we still keep her? It's extremely rare that we find a girl that we like. It seems Ron likes her too even though he is bullied by girls and-" They started "Why do people keep mentioning that? It only happened because Ginny wanted to play dress-up and you used magic to change my clothes in public when we were passing an all girls school." I had stayed silent while they were talking and began to burst with laughter. I think I'm going to like my new family.
  5. Part 3
  6. I fell asleep in the flying car while listening to the constant bickering of almost half the Weasley family. All grew quiet, the haunting silence and the chills down my spine had followed me from Malfoy Manor. I woke feeling a certain loving warmth that only a family can give. It also may have been the jackets Fred and George had put around me. The Malfoys never thought about buying me a coat, or even considered the thought of letting me outstide. If I ever got chilly, Draco would let me borrow one of his, or I would just take it from his room when he wasn't around. It wasn't stealing, only borrowing. Draco always knew and it wasn't that big of a deal. I had found myself squished in between the Weasley twins when I had first opened my eyes. I could say that my head was tilted more towards Fred but, the three of us were so close together is was rather difficult to judge. When the car stopped at a quaint and cozy looking home, Ron hurried from his seat up front in shot gun to wake George. "They're heavy sleepers, do if it's ever your turns to wake them, you don't have to hold back under any circumstances. I'll show you how I wake them up out of their hibernation." He was interrupted in the middle of his tutorial on how to wake the twins when a middle aged woman and a girl about one year younger rushed from the house to us. They ran and crushed Ron and me both in their bear hugs. I've never been fond of hugs. Hugs always make me feel enclosed in a small space which I find extremely uncomfortable. "I'm Ginny! We'll be roommates until you go to Hogwarts which will only be in a few days. I hope we get along like sisters!" Ginny really seem excited about having a roommate, or just another girl in the house. "May I please finish my example? I was about to show Scarlet how to wake up one of the twins if it's her turn." Ginny and I nodded and Mrs.Weasley kissed him on the cheek. Ron stepped a foot away from George, raised his hand and started to slap George. Unfortunately George refused to wake and as a result Ron continued to slap him. "Wake the bloody heck up ypu no good bum!" The slapping continued for several minutes. "Isn't this a bit much just to wake someone up?" I whispered to Ginny. "Not really, this is usual behavior." She answered back. "May I try?" I spoke up this time to have every Weasley that wasn't unconscious to stare at me in surprise. I went over to George and pushed him out of his car seat so he fell out onto the muddy ground. He woke immediately from that. "That, is how it's done." I commented while carrying my sack of luggage into the house following Ginny into our room leaving the rest of the family members amazed. We passed many cluttered bedrooms as we walked up a couple flights of stairs and through a hallway. The one on the end of a hallway had a sign stating that it was forbidden that any boy enters her bedroom. The sign said this exactly "˜Ginny and Scarlet's room. No boys allowed. That means Fred, George, Bill, Percy and Ron aren't allowed. I don't care if your wearing a dress and a wig, I won't fall for it this time.' I laughed at the sign knowing that what the sign had said was exactly what seemed like the twins would have had done. Ginny took several minutes at the door unlocking and undoing the charms and locks that were on her door. If her room was any more organized, people would have thought she was an utter perfectionist. Everything was organized and put away. Her closet overflowed with dresses that she says her family bought her and she has never grown out of. "You should freshen up, we're having a celebration to the new family member." With that, Ginny scurried off downstairs to do chores beforehand and left me alone in her room to get ready. After taking a shower, working on my hygene, and finally throwing on a white simple dress that mostly used for cleaning the house on days visitors would come over at Malfoy Manor. "Is that what you're wearing? That's not acceptable at all. Go back and change. This time I'll pick out your clothes." was the reply I received from Ginny when I exited her room, only to be insulted and pushed back into the bathroom by Ginny. She may have had been a year younger but, height was one of her advantages. She held several dresses up trying to match my skin tone, throwing the ones that didn't work out into a pile on the floor. This continued until we both simply agreed on one dress. It was beige with lighter layers of tooling, strapless and a pair of matching beige platforms. When I exited the bathroom, finished from changing, Ginny gave me a broad smile with a thumbs up. I tied my almost lengthy hair back into a high ponytail. When Ginny brought up the idea of me wearing make-up, I instantly turned her down but she duct taped my arms to the chair so I couldn't escape. In the end, I had no choice but I could at least try. There was a knock on the door signaling our time was almost up. Ginny threw a handful of glitter on me and opened the door, allowing me to put my weight on the wall to keep myself from tripping. Behind that door was Fred and George. "Hey Scarlet, we've come to- Woah! You look fantastic." George started but his jaw dropped. "Couldn't have said it better myself George. We've come to escort you downstairs." I linked elbows with them to attempt to have bettter balance and to not make a fail out of myself while walking in these shoes. How can any simple human walk in these. They must lift me up about six inches. When walking up these stairs earlier in tennis shoes, it was a snap. Now with these shoes, it seems like hiking down a mountain. When I entered the dining room, Mrs.Weasley was serving people while Ron, Percy, Mr.Weasley and Ginny were already seated. The Weasley boys except Gerorge and Fred were ogling the food but when they saw me, their jaws dropped. When I reached the ground my legs gave out and the twins decided to carry me to the table. I was plopped in between both of them, just like the car ride here. Fred stuck a bow on my hair and George put a card on some string around my neck. The note read 'To: Fred and George, happy birthday. Hope you enjoy your present.' I passed around the letter so all Weasleys could view the card. "She's not your birthday present." Cut in Ron. "I have to disagree, little brother." Said the twins. With that, Ron and the twins began to bicker like any other family. I have a feeling that it's going to be a long couple of years, but I already love my new family.
  7. Part 4
  8. I woke to find myself lying in the couch with my hair a mess, and smeared make-up all over my face. If I were as ancient as a dinosaur and were musically inclined, I could be a member of the band Kiss. I got off the couch and entered the nearest bathroom to assess the damage. I still looked like a member of kiss. I washed off the make-up and began brushing my hair. That's when my I realized my hair had changed from my original straight jet black to orange hair in soft curls. My green eyes had transformed into a mischievous brown. I suppose I forgot to mention that I can change my look. I usually don't like to. It feels unnatural to change your appearance. I don't feel like myself that way. Whenever I feel as if my appearance is about to change, I try to stop it. Never have I once changed my appearance on purpose. Of course, there are times when I change because my feelings are too strong. I suppose I like feeling and looking like a Weasley. My new family. I took a quick glance over at everyone passed out and scattered around the living room. For whatever reason, the twins were sleeping on the table and Ron was sleeping facedown on the floor, hugging a bag of leftovers. I left my appearance the same, not minding if I appeared to be a Weasley since they accepted me either way. I finished getting ready, and shuffled towards the kitchen. 5:30 was what the clock read. Only another couple of hours until we leave for Hogwarts. I prepared a cup of tea to wake myself up. Coffee is much too bitter for my taste, it stains your teeth. After drinking herbal tea, I walked up the stairs to Ginny's room to collect my things. Which in my case is bunches of Ginny's old clothing that she either wouldn't wear or had grown out of. They seemed to fit me perfectly. After my long experience of living with the Malfoy's, I'm grateful I have more to wear than a simple white dress and a rather long smock. I also packed the letters I have received from my parents on my birthday. It may sound like a childish and immature thing to do but, I can't force myself to part with them yet. Maybe, all my life I've relied on the letters a little too much, simply because they're the only thing I have from my parents. I also packed soap, toothpaste and other stuff that helps you improve hygiene. Packing took me a few hours but once I was done, I headed downstairs. I've been counting down the hours until we leave for Hogwarts. I never knew I could be so nervous in my life. Besides the occasional parties the Malfoy's would throw for Draco's birthday, I haven't been very social with others. There was a wonderful aroma coming from the kitchen. Breakfast. Finally, one time where I don't have to cook. Although, I think I'm starting to miss it. Strange how you tend to notice or even miss the little things over the small ones. I headed downstairs with my stuff packed in a duffle bag. Everyone was dressed and sitting at the table eating breakfast. "Glad you came, I was just about to get you." Said Mrs.Weasley. She's so nice even though she has so many children. We sat eating, with that same loving warmth I had felt earlier. "Are you excited about Hogwarts? It is your first year as well as Ron's." Asked the twins. "Not really. It's not that big of a deal. I studied magic on my own, so I know the basics." They nodded and we finished our breakfast in a hurry, we were running late. The drive to the train station wasn't very long, but I think I needed more time in the car. I honestly don't think I'm prepared for this. While were looking for the platform nine and three quarters, we ran into a boy who was my age and Ron's. His hair was black just like my original color before it changed to a ginger. His eyes were a green similar to mine but his looked forest-green while mine were dull with brown flecks in it. On his forehead there was a lightening shaped scar almost invisible beneath his bangs. "Do you happen to know where platform nine and three quarters is?" Mrs.Weasley gestured for him to follow he did. I was picked up by the twins. "We're here at nine and three quarters. I'll race you Fred." I was walking noticing I wasn't moving anywhere, I looked below, my feet were dangling in mid-air. I looked left and then right. Fred and George had picked me up and were going to put me in their cart of stuff. "Ready Fred?" "Ready George?" With those words the twins raced, pushing the cart toward a pillar. "It's bad enough you guys think I'm your property, but there's no way we're going to hit that pillar and still live! We're going to die! Are you bloody mad!" I couldn't stop screaming, there's no way it was possible to run into a pillar and not be injured in the end. To my surprise when we hit the pillar, there was a subtle breeze. Is this what it feels like to be dead, or am I still alive and simply over thinking things? I opened my eyes finding myself very alive. It appears that somehow we had been transported into a different part of the station. For there on a pillar was a sign saying we were at the platform nine and three quarters.
  9. Part 5
  10. The train arrived much later. The twins led me onto the train leading me to where they were going to sit. "Hey, you can't hog Scarlet. It's my turn." complained Ron who seemed to be following us. "Dear brother, we received her for our birthday, it's only fair that we have more time with her." Stated the twins. "You're birthday's aren't until next year. You've already spent enough time with her. I'll do your chores for a week." The twins considered this for a few moments. "No deal. Scarlet here is definitely worth more than a weeks worth of chores." Stated the twins directly. They pushed me forward to the back of the train where there were plenty of empty compartments. "How about I do both of your chores for a month and do you two favors in the future but only if I get to sit with Scarlet the entire trip to Hogwarts and if I get one whole day to hang out with her without you two interfering." The twins thought very hard about this. "Deal. Looks like we have to part with our dear Scarlet. You had better follow up on your deal or else I would be careful. People don"˜t call us pranksters for nothing." They squished me into a bear hug as if they wouldn't see me for another year or so. The twins left without a goodbye and found a compartment in the back of the train. I followed Ron and the boy we had met before into another compartment more towards the middle of the train. Once we sat down, Ron immediately pulled a sack out of his bag and began shoving as much food in his mouth that his mouth could hold. "I don't believe I caught your name. What was it?" "I'm Harry, Harry Potter." "Mphmmmmph........." Ron was trying to speak but didn't have much luck getting the words out considering his mouth was full of food. I rolled my eyes. His face was smothered in sugar, chocolate, and almost anything that could give you type two diabetes. "I'm Scarlet. This slob is Ron Weasley. What this slob is probably trying to say is that we've heard of you before. You're the boy who lived. It's amazing actually." "I'm really not that amazing. I don't even know how I survived when my parents didn't. They were killed when he attacked. It's kind of a touchy subject. Do you mind if we change the subject. When you introduced yourself, you only said that your name was Scarlet. I'm probably simply assuming this but, are you Ron's sister? You look so much alike." "Well-" I was cut off by the opening of the compartment door. In stepped a girl with the bushiest brown hair I have ever seen. Apparently she was looking for a frog that escaped from a student our age named Neville. It's a nice name. It's different, its not common, but it isn't one of those names that people would ever hear. We introduced ourselves. Well, Harry and I did. Ron's mouth was still stuffed full of diabetes causing foods so I had to translate. I found that the intelligent muggles name was Hermoine Granger. Upon our arrival at Hogwarts, we headed towards the dining hall to be sorted into houses. My name was called and I stepped up to have Dumbledore place the sorting hat on my head. I could hear it's thoughts. "You are just like you're mother. She was a Gryffindoor. On the other hand, your father was simply the opposite. You have the bravery of a Hufflepuff and the courage of a Ravenclaw. This is one of the trickiest sorting. I have ever decided. Since you desire to be in Gryffindoor, that's the house you'll be in." It's thoughts stopped and it yelled to the crowd. "Gryffindoor." I headed to the Gryffindoor common room not caring what house everyone else got into. I wasn't looking and I bumped into someone while walking up the stairs. In surprise, my hair and eye color changed back to normal. "Woah, you're a shape shifter? That's really cool. Aren't they rare? I'm not implying that you're a thing or anything, I'm just saying that-" He was a bit chubby, brown hair and gentle brown eyes. He held books in one hand and a frog in another. I simply assumed who he was. "It's cool, it isn't that big of a deal. I get that a lot. Are you Neville?" He began to turn pink. "It's not like I'm a stalker or anything, I simply guessed since I met Hermoine Granger whom on the train was assisting you in finding your frog." His faced was flushed. Guessing he was a little embarrassed. I waved and headed toward my assigned room. It was pretty small. I'm guessing it was only meant for one person. I personally was perfectly fine with it. It was a bit bigger than my room under the staircase in Malfoy Manor. I prepared for bed and simply laid on the mattress. I laid awake all night thinking about what the sorting hat had said. It's bothering me. What does it mean?
  11. Part 6
  12. The next day I received my schedule. First class was Dark Arts. Our names were magically engraved on the desks where we were to be seated. For the first few minutes the seat beside me was empty, I assumed I would be sitting alone when the vacant chair beside me was pulled back and someone sat in it. As the person sat down, I felt a chilling presence, it was no other than Draco Malfoy. "I hear you legally changed your last name to Weasley. I personally liked it when your last name was Malfoy." "Oh? Why is that? I didn't think you had much of a heart to even think about those things." "Pureblood." "I'm sorry, what?" "The last name Malfoy makes you sound like a pureblood. That's why. It fits you better." "You're not very bright, the Weasley's are purebloods, they just don't have much money. Plus, I wouldn't even want to be a pureblood if I was one." "You're kidding me, everyone wants to be a pureblood. By the way, I heard you've been hanging out with Potter. I've got a warning for you, stay away from mud bloods, they're nothing but trouble." "Purebloods are just like everyone else. In fact, you're no different from a mud blood like me." After I said this it just occurred to me that I still don't know the whereabouts of my parents, if they're alive or anything of the sort. But for now I've decided to put that aside. He honestly shouldn't treat people a certain way simply because of what his parents taught him. Sometimes I think Draco is just a misunderstood boy whose parents didn't teach him like most normal parents. Other times, I know for certain he is just a rotten boy. To be quite frank, his face can be irritating to look at. I'd never tell him that I thought this. He's always ordering people around and threatening to tell his father. That boy has got some serious issues. He gave me a look and we remained silent the rest of the class period. I walked out of class to find Hermoine waving me over toward her in the courtyard. "I have something that you need to know. We need to go somewhere more private. Follow me." We walked down the corridor, past Myrtle and into the girls bathroom. "What you need to know is-" Then she let out a scream of horror. There was a troll bigger than all of the students of Hogwarts combined. I pulled out my wand in a hurry but not fast enough before the back of its hand slapped me across the face. From the impact, I flew backwards. My head hit one of the stalls. That's when Ron and Harry rushed in. Ron stood in front of me as if he were a protective shield. It didn't fit his image but it was a sweet gesture. They fought off the troll and they contacted the twins. When the fighting was over, all the attention was on me. I felt this constant pain on my head. It hurt to move it. My arms, legs and sides felt as if they had been thrown against a wall. I had literally been thrown against a wall. Fred cradled my head and my upper back while George lifted up my feet. They picked me up and attempted to put me on the gurney. They reason I say attempt is because the first attempt didn't work out so well. The twins tried to swing me onto the gurney. Fred and George missed. My side hit the gurney and I rolled off onto the floor again. Back to phase one, but I felt worse this time. Not only have I been thrown up against a wall, but a gurney as well. It was the thought that counts. When I was picked up again by the twins again, I was a little worried. I was put on the gurney and wheeled away to the hospital wing. When we got there, I was laid on the first bed they could find. I looked back on the gurney which was now stained in blood. My blood. Fred and George stood on either side of me squeezing my hands. The color of their hands contrasted with my white pale ones. Their hands weren't normally that color. That's just the way the blood stained it. Their mischief hazel eyes were haunting. One moment they were standing, the next they were swishing side to side. My vision blurred. With that, I was out like a light.
  13. Part 7
  14. I woke to find myself in the Hospital Wing where I had fainted simply because of the loss of blood. The twins were on either side of me both sitting on the metal stools , resting their heads at the end of the bed where my feet couldn't reach. Their arms and hands were covered in dried blood. Mine I suppose. I sat up and attempted to hoist myself out of bed. My black hair looks slightly red but that's probably because of the blood. I itched my scalp. An awful habit of mine I thought I had gotten rid of. When scratching my scalp, I noticed a few things. My hair had been sticking together, also what could be called mangy. My hair seemed shorter than it was when I had been admitted into the Hospital Wing. It wasn't down to my back anymore. My now oddly textured hair now looks like a pixie haircut but my bangs are luckily, still long enough to cover up my scar. While scratching my scalp I felt a long, inch wide thread zig-zag stich. My skin began to crawl feeling the frightening texture of stitched. I removed my blanket but had to take several minutes to complete one simple task. Purple bruises were clearly shown on my pale skin. Even a single movement of my arms or legs, would leave a sharp pang of pain that would last for what seems like forever. Leaning against a wall in the hospital wing, I changed out of a hospital gown and into my normal uniform. I ached all over but the pain within the pit of my stomach hurt more. I left a note with the twins thanking them for taking caring for me. I began to hobble through a hallway and down a single flight of stairs when a mob of students shuffled in. On the fourth stair from the top, I was still carefully making my way down the stairs when I was pushed forward and lost my remaining balance. I could feel the wind through my hair and every second my face was closer to the ground. There was fear in my eyes, I was shaking and the drop seemed like the impact would hurt more than it seemed. When I was and inch away from filthy floor, gravity had stopped pulling me down and I seemed to have had been floating. I looked up at my savior. A man with a black cloak covering the rest of his black clothes. His hair was jet-black, his stare was cold. Eyes were explessionless. Not even a flicker of emotion in those souless black eyes of his. His skin pale with only a hint of color. The presence made me shiver. For a minute we stared at one another, judging. "Wood! Come here." He called a student. This was the first time I ever heard his voice. Many people tell me not to judge a book by its cover because it is quite rude. In this case, I can because his voice sounded as bland and monotone as I had imagined. His stare was still intense when he turned to glance at the fifth year who was coming down the stairs in Gryffindoor robes. He was tall, striking light brown eyes and short lighter brown hair that matched his eyes. "Take Mrs. Weasley back to the Hospital Wing. I believe she lost her way." The adult instructed the boy known as "˜Wood' to take me back. He turned on his heel and left. That just left Oliver who turned to me. "Wandered away from the Hospital Wing. huh? I don't like it there, it smells like death and soap." "Thanks for boosting my self esteem." I answered grimly. "I didn't mean that you would die. It's just that......I've never liked hospitals........" "It's okay, I get what you mean." "I think we started off on the wrong foot. I'm Oliver Wood, a 5th year. " "Nice to meet you. I'm Scarlet Weasley." I held out my hand. We shook hands and I noticed he had a firm grip. "Were you on your way to the cafeteria? I'll take you there." I told him that I would appreciate it. My vision blurred slightly to the point where I couldn't detect shapes, only colors. My head felt dizzy and everything felt shaky. I suppose I didn't look the best at the time because he decided to bring me back to the Hospital Wing without my decision. "On second thought, how about we get you back to the Hospital Wing and I'll pick you up some lunch from the cafeteria and we'll eat in the courtyard. There's quid-ditch tryouts later. I'm the Gryffindoor captain again this year, you should come watch." "I might just do that."
  15. Part 8
  16. I was brought back to the Wing with Oliver's support, I literally couldn't have done it without him. When we had returned to the Hospital Wing, we found the twins tearing the place up from top to bottom. They were franticlly searching for something, maybe someone. They threw blankets up into the air and acted like a couple of maniacs. "Where did she go Freddie?" "I don't know George. I decided to rest my eyes for a minute and once I woke up, Scarlet was gone." I suppose it hadn't occurred to me that who the twins were looking for was me. Oliver was about to say something but I shushed him, wanting to watch and see how this played out. We were directly outside the Hospital Wing door. Neville was about to pass us when he stopped and looked at me. "Hey Scarlet. I heard what happened. I came to keep you company but I guess you already have some. What are Fred and George worried about? If they're looking for you, why don't you tell them your safe?" "I know, but I've honestly never seen them act this way. I want to see what happens." Neville gave me a disapproving look but I didn't care right at the moment. Several minutes later the twins had calmed themselves down and hiding behind the door with two other people wasn't fun anymore. When I was about to step into the room to show the twins I wasn't harmed, I got a bad case of hiccups. Fred and George heard and eventually found the three of us hiding behind the door. They settled me into a hospital bed. Oliver and Neville ran to get me and the twins lunch since we hadn't eaten lunch all day while the twins scolded me. "Did you even consider how worried we would be when we found you were gone?" George seemed to be scolding me the most out of the two. "I might have not entirely considered that but in my defense, I left a note saying where I was." "What note?" They both asked. There was a knock at the door and I turned hoping to get out of this conversation. I knew for a fact that they weren't kidding, mostly George. The twins had never been this serious, they were like parents. A conversation I couldn't wait to get out of. "Hope you feel well Scarlet!" The Golden Trio announced themselves and entered the large room bringing gifts. The twins stepped aside from their chairs pausing their lecture and stepped out of the room. First came Hermoine whe stood on my right side, sitting down in one of the metal chairs. "I know being in the Hospital Wing isn't any fun but, I decided to bring you a gift that will surely make your day better. " She opened a cloth bag she brought and opened it carefully. Her arms became exposed and I saw the bruises on her arms that had a purple tint.Hermoine quickly covered her arms with her robe and took out a book. It was covered in dust and the cover couldn't be seen from looking at all that dust piled on the book. I blew off the dust and as a result, I sneezed. I had been given the book Les Miserables by Victor Hugo. I immediately hugged Hermoine even though it made my body ache all over. Les Miserables is a wonderful book but it's rather lengthy and quite depressing. We broke from our hug. "I love the book Heromoine. It made my day. " I turned to Ron who as usual had food shoved in his mouth and a metal tin on his lap with a bow on top. He said nothing and gave me the tin. I opened it to find nothing inside. I wasn't disappointed, the book was all I needed. "Mum, Dad and Ginny heard about the accident. They sent you a present, it was a tin of candy and popcorn. I was on my way to give it to you but I go hungry on the way here." He scratched his head and turned a shade of scarlet. "Aww, Ron's blushing. Quick Freddie, get the camera so we can get a picture." "Already ahead of you George." We heard the voices of the twins in the hallway. After that, I heard a clicking noise. The sound a camera makes whenever a picture is taken. "Fred! George!" Ron screamed at the twins and sprinted toward them. Hermoine followed Ron to make sure he didn't cause anymore trouble. It was just me and Harry now. "What's wrong?" He had been silent this whole time. He looked as if something had slapped him across the face. He was clutching an envelope in his hands. "I went to check if you had received any mail in the Owlry. You have, and..." He stopped his sentence. "What is it? You need to tell me." He handed me the letter. His face turned pale and so did mine after I read who had sent it. "The letter is from your parents."
  17. Part 9
  18. I hesitated to accept the letter from Harry. My parents were finally writing a letter after so long. Why now? Out of all my life, why now. I opened the letter with care trying not to rip the delicate envelope that had been sealed ever so carefully by its sender. There were no creases on the paper and no fragrence that had stuck to the envelope. I opened it, Harry still remaining beside me watching. My Dearest Scarlet, I regret to inform you that a tragedy has been put upon our family. The tragedy has been a death and since I can barely bring myself to tell you in this letter, then it'll be more agonizing telling you in person. Your mother has been the one that the Grim Reaper due to unnatural causes that cannot be explained within this letter and I have too little time. I was going to tell you sooner but the situation I've been put in has made contact difficult. You do have a few remaining relatives besides me. Only one is a Wizard like you. I'll send more information when it's safe. -Dad There was a void. The loss of an estranged mother had left a bad feeling within the pit of my stomach. I know nothing can fill the void of a parent. "Scarlet, are you okay?" My hands were shaking and I still was clutching the letter in my hand. Harry was now sitting by my side trying to comfort me but it wasn't much use. The void couldn't be filled. I knew it and so did he. Oliver and Neville returned from the Dining Hall shortly with food piled high on two different plates. They stopped in their tracks when they saw our faces and the letter in my hands. I gave them a nod and they continued to walk in. "We didn't know what you would want to eat, so I brought you comfort food, it'll help you feel better and it won't upset your stomach. " Neville offered the food on the plate he was holding and placed it on the tray by my bed. A three cheese macaroni filled a third of the plate, corn filled the other and slightly toasted bread filled the the last space available. Olived had a plate with an assortment of fruits and vegetables with a side of grilled chicken and a small salad. He then placed it on the tray next to my bedside. "You're going to need to eat plenty of fruits, vegetables and proteins to rebuild your strength." He stated. He glanced at his watch and his eyes widened with panic. "I'm late. This isn't good. I've got to get to quid ditch tryouts." He ran his fingers through his hair. "Go." Oliver scurried off to practice. I looked at Harry. "Eat." I instructed him as I shoved the plate Oliver had given me. "I know you haven't eaten since I was admitted into the Hospital Wing and that you were going to try out for quid ditch.You're going to need to build up your strength if you want to get in." Harry accepted the food. "How did you know?" "I can see the bags under your eyes and they weren't there before I was put in the hospital." "Wait a minute, don't you need the the food that's healthier so you can get better sooner?" "It would but I prefer comfort food almost always over what is healthier." He shook his head in disapproval. He continued to eat and with that, was on his way. While he was gone Neville and I found a common interest. The book Les Miserables. We read a chapter together letting the time get away from us. A few hours in reality seemed like days to me. A little before dinner, someone stopped. Someone unexpected with pale grey eyes and pale blond hair. That person was no other than Draco Malfoy.
  19. Part 10
  20. Draco entered the Wing without hesitation. He was wearing Slytherin colors and a strange appearing outfit. It wasn't normal robes we wore at Hogwarts. I'm guessing it was the quid ditch uniform. Behind him were two guys that were rather intimidating. Draco carried a couple textbooks and dropped them onto my lap. There was a pang of pain at the exact same time the books hit my lap. His hair was still ridiculously slicked back. "I heard about the accident. I collected the material you have missed from your classes. Potions is more of a hands on class. If you want me to, I can help you with your studies." He mumbled the last part to the point where it was barely audible. I didn't want to ask him to repeat the last sentence. He would die of embarrassment. On second thought.... "What was that?" His face flushed with color after I asked him the question. "Nothing." He had a streak of dirt on his face which contrasted from his light skin color. In the back, his underlings were holding stuff. One was holding a broom that Wizards used to fly and the other held a fancy fruit basket with a red ribbon tied to it. Like my name. "I tried out for quid ditch today." He said changing the subject quickly."I got in. Mom heard about the accident as well so she sent a fruit basket for you. Crabbe, give her the basket." Man, this is one bratty kid. No wonder his dad punishes him so much. Crabbe, the shorter one of the two handed me a basket. "Thanks. I appreciate you doing this. You honestly didn't have to." The corners of his mouth curled upward slightly but fell back to his usual frowning face. I held the basket and rotated it around. On the side of the basket, the celephane had been ripped open and all the fruit was missing. Apparently Draco had noticed. "Crabbe, Goyle. Bad." He pulled out a spray bottle filled with water and started squiting them with it. "Put the fruit that you stole back into the basket." They returned all the fruit they had stolen. "Goyle, I know you still are hiding one piece of fruit." Goyle looked from Draco to me and then back to Drace. He pulled an apple with a bite out of it from his sleeve and he handed it to me. "I don't know why I put up with you two." He huffed, turned on his heel and left the Wing. Once the coast was clear I handed Goyle back his apple that had a bite out of it and gave Crabbe a random piece of fruit. "Here. Sorry you have to put up with that brat. Come tell me if you have and problems with him. Don't tell him I gave you back the fruit." They thanked me and left. Neville came out of the shadows once they were gone. "Why were you hiding?" I had almost forgotten he was there. "I don't want to talk about it." I didn't question and left it at that.
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