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Head Girl, Head Boy
"So," I said, grinning at my friends. "You two know who the new Head Boy is?" Instantly two evil grins appeared on their faces. I felt a sense of foreboding. It is never a good thing when your best friends grin evilly at you. It means thet they know something you don't and like it, but know you won't. Yep, the complexity of the evil grin.
This was the first good look I had gotten at Malfoy since before the summer. And Merlin’s beard when had he gotten so attractive? He had the body of a long term Quidditch player, his features were still sharp, but in a handsome short of way, and his blonde hair had gotten long and fell into his eyes.
McGonagall hesitated, “Because…because latest intelligence says that Greyback is trying to get into Hogwarts to get revenge. Revenge on those who brought the downfall of Lord Voldemort. Greyback’s method of revenge is to go after people’s children. In this case the children of Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, now Weasley.” She looked at me gravely, “You, your brothers, and your cousins are in danger, Rose. It’s best if you don’t wander alone, especially at night.”
Friends? No freakin' way!
Amy and Lily went into my room and as I closed the door behind them, I heard Al say, “Yeah, my dad taught me the Wronski Feint, but I was never too good at it. He stills does it sometimes when he’s not at work. I’m beaten by an old man.”
A perfect couple? I don't think so.
I glared at both of them and went to sit next to Malfoy; it was the only seat left. Amy and Al were right in front of us so I couldn’t help but smirk and whisper, “Why, don’t you two make a cute couple.”
Attacked. Not fun.
Cue tense music. Speed it up…and then BOOM. It was like someone had switched all the lights in the world off. It was pitch black. It had happened so fast. I don’t like the dark and I don’t like being caught unawares. I panicked, I completely froze up. I don’t know how long I stood there my breath coming very fast. Finally, I got a grip on myself. This was a lot more serious than some students messing around after curfew. I had to move and get help.
Quite a Day
I sighed at the weirdness of it all and began trying to remember exactly when I had lost my mind and my world was turned upside down.
I spent the last few weeks leading up to Christmas in complete denial of what I was feeling.
Traditionally, my whole extended family arrives on Christmas Eve. We do some general catching up and getting up to date on what everyone’s been up to. Then we all spend the night.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “I know, Mom. I’m sorry for losing it like that. It’s just, Scorpius…” I trailed off, not knowing how to proceed or even if I wanted to at all.
“Why do you want to see Malfoy’s son?” he demanded loudly.
Return of Old Fears
I couldn’t keep worrying about Scorpius though, because it soon hit me that Greyback was still after me and my cousins. That thought was enough to cause me to break out in a cold sweat at night. I started getting nightmares. When Scorpius asked me about the bags under my eyes, and brushed him off, saying that I was fine. He didn’t say anything more, but I knew he was watching me with concern.
Not in the Plan
Great. Just great. Psycho Dad’s coming to Hogwarts to keep an eye on his wayward daughter.
I wish I could say that as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out like a light, but besides being terribly cliché, that just wasn’t the case. I should have been exhausted; it had been such a long day, but sleep didn’t come to me. After lying awake for several hours, I finally fell into an uneasy sleep. That’s when the nightmares began.
You're Kidding Me, Right?
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this anymore,” he mumbled.
Instinctively, I ducked into an empty storage closet, pulling the door partially closed behind me. A moment later, I laughed at myself. Who was there to hide from in a hospital? I was letting my paranoia over Greyback get the better of me. Shaking my head, I was about to push the door open when a voice spoke.
Every Beginning Has An End
Just for the hell of it, I went over to the door of my prison house and rapped on it loudly. “Hello?” I called out. “For the record, your room service sucks. Isn’t there some rule about the treatment of prisoners of war? I’m starving.”
Epilogue: Famous Last Words
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