Chapter 10 : Releasing (Out of it)
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*Carried on from the end of Ch. 9*
But after all that hugging, and the feeling of safety returning, all the adrenaline left my system and I just flopped, having to be supported by Al and James.
It was then, of course, that McGonagall walked in.
Not that she was the worst person to walk in – not by any means. But she wasn’t the best person right now either.
Absentmindedly, I wondered if I looked as absent as I felt. Apart from the fact that I was soaked through and dripping with water, in my pyjamas, bleeding from a hole in my chest, chalky white and with purple rings under my eyes from the Ice… probably not!
I started hysterically laughing at the irony of this, but when all four people turned to stare at me with varying you’ve-gone-mad and apprehensive expressions on their faces, I settled for a loose smile that turned out to be more of a grimace.
McGonagall stood in the doorway for a few seconds, appraising the room and us with her nostrils flaring.
The bathroom was in quite a mess. There was water and blood leaking everywhere, as well as an overflowing bath with orange bubbles flowing around us. Then there was us, dripping on the edge, very damp and surrounded by various bits of James’ outer uniform.
I was starting to get annoyed and upset as I coughed, because I had this great gash in my chest that was really painful and BLEEDING everywhere, but nobody was doing anything. McGonagall seemed to catch onto my train of thought immediately, and glaring at me, said:
“Well, Miss Weasley, Mr Potter, Mr Malfoy and Mr Potter… what a fine mess you have created here!” She was standing above, hands on hips, and very intimidating. I didn’t think it was the right time to start my explanation.
“I hear a commotion with various shouts coming from this corridor, only to find it deserted and flooded! I then hear screams and shouts coming from this very bathroom, and enter, only to find a family reunion of sorts, with you all having taken a dip in your clothes, and Miss Weasley not retrieving memories as she was supposed to, but with a dangerous wound!”
I scowled. It wasn’t like I wanted this, was it? “How did I even end up being ambushed with the Headdress of Steel?” I asked crossly, feeling slightly childish. “I don’t seem to remember any nurses coming to my aid when I was reliving my family’s quarantine scene and screaming for help, blinded!” I snapped.
I felt like walking to the pool and plunging in to un-stick-ify myself from all the blood, but I didn’t think it would be taken too well by the headmistress, and one of my cousins may well dive in and drown trying to save me.
Ha, serves them right for dumping me in it in the first place.
That reminded me of a time when I was six or seven, and Dad had been working on a bathtub product of some kind. I was downstairs at the time, but we were all there when the water exploded and swept the house in a giant wave, flooding us for weeks. We’d had to move to the burrow for a few months while Mum and Dad tried to right our house, which was harder than you’d think, even using magic…
I jerked back to the present as McGonagall said “Well, I understand that it is hard for you to remember, Miss Weasley, but it is imperative that you do,” in a slightly softer tone than usual.
Then she straightened herself out again, and merely said “On the other hand, you have given us the most troublesome and rollercoaster-like fifty-two hours in a long time at Hogwarts.
First, you unleash a horde of Hogwarts rats upon a student” I giggled – I had forgotten that. “Then, you barrel out of the top of Gryffindor tower and fight muggle-style with a good number of students in your year.”
“Miraculously, you make it through to the next day, where you forget everything you have learnt in the last three years of classes” I bowed my head in shame and sadness, “and get a large amount of house points taken off you for, again, muggle-fighting another provoker!” Sheesh, it was only thirty points. I’d had a hundred and fifty taken off in one go before.
“You need to learn to control your temper Miss Weasley!” McGonagall stormed. “Of course now, to top it all, you fall into a trance, and the minute Beatrice, Madame Beauvoir, has a chance to leave you with that ridiculous memory device, you manage to knock out yourself and two other students into one painful memory, ending another of your cousins throwing you all into a giant pool, then having to dive in to save you from it!”
We were all frowning now, but at least she had credited James and Al where it was due, along with punishment. I was shaking from fatigue and lack of energy now, and although I was already only half-standing, Scorpius had to catch me as I toppled sideways, and gently placed me on the floor. Why was I always headed down?
McGonagall wasn’t so annoyed that she would leave me there though. She sighed and crouched down next to me, carefully examining my wound while Al supported my head. Everything was spinning and blurry, and I couldn’t focus on anything.
The last thing I heard from anyone was McGonagall, murmuring “Tomorrow, Miss Weasley, we WILL have you a normal day, if my life depends upon it.”
Then the blackness closed in… again.
Roxanne’s Memory Book
TOP 10 MUGGLE SONGS MOST PLAYED ON MY WPOD:
1. ‘Only the Good Die Young’ – Billy Joel
2. ‘Sweet Caroline’ – Neil Diamond
3. ‘Five Years Time’ – Noah and the Whale
4. ‘Mr. Brightside’ – The Killers
5. ‘Hey Soul Sister’ – Train
6. ‘Three Little Birds’ – Bob Marley
7. ‘Don’t Stop Believin’ – Journey
8. ‘Another One Bites the Dust’ – Queen
9. ‘Love Story’ – Taylor Swift
10. ‘Girlfriend’ – Avril Lavigne
Okay… I know some people won’t be very happy at my songs, but these are all seriously cool, okay? Also, I am very into rock music too, but muggle rock has NOTHING on wizard rock… we win, hands down. However, it is the only type of music we CAN do, so go figure.
*A/N: Hey everyone! Before I say anything, I would like to announce that I DO NOT OWN ANY SONGS HERE. They belong to the artists who wrote them, okay? Also, I do not own Harry Potter (unfortunately) or any of its characters, blah blah, except the plot and characters you don’t recognise.
Songs belong to Billy Joel, Neil Diamond, Noah and the Whale, The Killers, Train, Bob Marley, Journey, Queen, Taylor Swift, Avril Lavigne and their respective companies etc.
I hope you like Roxanne’s song selection… it came from her playlist on my iPod and the music that I thought she would listen to. Needless to say, I left out the more angry songs from her playlist!
ANYWAY, how do you think this chapter went? I’m sorry that it is shorter than normal, by about 500 words, but the next scene is a really big one so I didn’t want to squeeze it in and ruin it! PLEASE R&R for me… it means so much! Just write anything at all!
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