Hello from Hogwarts Part 1 & 2

Edge of Insanity

For the first time, I finally looked down to assess the damage below. My hand clutched onto the wound, the once magical still appearing to raise some alarms, but it was overwhelmed by this odd sense of calm. It's as though they would have thanked me for my duty, for there is one less poisonous human to walk the earth.

The scent of death and iron seemed to follow me as I made my way out the clearing of the woods. Though I didn't mind it much, my attention seemed to be more fixed on the weather. Perhaps this is the way my mind has decided to cope with this undeniable trauma. I stopped myself on the trek to find some help.

Yes, I am slowly bleeding out the warm liquid gushing into my hand, solidified that, but the sky was too beautiful to walk past without regard for its beauty. I shut my eyes taking in the crisp air of the morning, my favorite, before making my way toward the room in which I left earlier.

There in the bathroom, everyone laid still. The events that occurred just moments earlier still showed a glimpse of the struggle that occurred. I peered around, finding the cursed necklace in all its essence, gleaming at me. I picked it up with its wrapping before delivering it to the one, who the object wished to curse.

I knocked at Dumbledor's office door, which greeted me with nothing but silence. Though it was midday, it seems that he had been attending to some errands elsewhere. So with that, I dropped the necklace down at his doorstep, scripting a letter quickly that laid beside it, before making the journey toward the hospital wing.

I have walked this hallway many times to get to classes, to collect a warm meal, but when you have your wand sticking out of you, the walk seemed a tad bit longer than I remembered.

Step after step after step, I continued. The noise of my shes against the ground being the only thing that stirred within the halls. And with that, my limp only grew, the trail of blood I have left behind becoming ever so present, and my adrenaline withdrawing from my body, leaving the pain of impalement to rage onward.

Then amid everything, a laugh escapes my lips. It took me out of shock when it arrived, but it did not end there. Soon enough, I was nearly doubled over, gasping for air, as to the fact that I killed that crooked witch, which happens to be my sister.

My mind would not let me be rid of the little monologues she performed before she took any action in harming me.

"Like father, like daughter," I chuckled to myself.

And just when I thought my little spout of inappropriate reaction came and went, it seems as though I wasn't all in this hall, for Neville stood there at the end of the hall, staring at me. Both of our eyes met, and this paleness about his demeanor signaled that I could not be the only one going to be bedridden today.

He gulped, "I think you got something sti-sticking out of you."

"Yeah, I know, but I am alright. Everything is fine," I tried to soothe him, though his body pointed otherwise.

"I think I'm going to be sick," he stumbled over his words.

And on cue, his legs collapsed below him, as he passed out in front of me. Though I'd usually be concerned by this type of incident, all I could do was laugh. I was practically howling when I noticed rushed footsteps coming in my direction in the distance.

I leaned down slowly, my hand wrapping around the poor boy's wrist before dragging both of us to our destination.

"Y/n," the voice behind me exhaled sharply from the other end of the hall from which I came.

"Where's all this blood coming from? What happened to Neville? Wait...why do you have Pansy's wand in your back pocket?"

"Of course he'd ask that," I snickered to a still passed out Neville.

I could feel him approaching, a warm hand wrapped around my arm, which held onto the wound.

"I know you must be mad at me," he stumbled, "But I didn't mean to do what I did. Pansy, I mean your sister compelled me."

I dropped Neville's hand, spinning around to finally face Draco.

"Don't worry about her anymore. She's out of the picture," I snarled as he gaped at the broken wand lodged in me.

"I'm-i'm sorry."

"Yeah, me too," I reply, punching him square in the face.

With the slight yelp that followed my realizing I had just been in a fight, Draco's body thumping against the ground made me realize how much anger I had placed into it.

"You see, Neville, that's why you don't kiss your estranged sister, cause then you'll end up like that. Oh...well, I guess you're already there. Umm anyway..."

I slowly crouched down to take a seat next to the unconscious body on the floor. I knew if I sat here long enough, someone would come down the halls...eventually.

"What's new with my life," my previous laughing fit seemed to have returned once more.

"Can I get some help here? Anyone," I began to call out plainly.

From the end of the hallway, the twins saw all three of us on the floor. They ran over with clear expressions of shock plastered over their faces.

"What happened," Fred asked, nudging Draco's body with his foot.

"Well, I got stabbed with my wand. Then Neville passed out when he saw my little situation. Then Draco came over to help out, but I knocked him out cause he kissed my sister. So yeah..., I couldn't drag both of them to the hospital wing myself, so here we are."

"You seem to be in a cheery mood for being stabbed," George replies.

'Yeah, it's all in a day's work," I reply sarcastically.

"Good one y/n. Somehow, you've knocked two boys cold while bleeding out. Impressive," Fred adds.

"Alright boys, let's get over to the hospital wing, shall we?"

I gradually got to my feet, with Fred rushing over to pick me up.

"No, it's ok, I can walk myself."

"Are you sure? We can always come back to one of them."

"Nah, let's just make it there in one trip."

"As you wish, daring. But at any time, if you ever feel like you need help, just ask," Fred winked.

I nod my head as the twins pick up the two boys. Slowly but surely, we all finally made it to the hospital wing. I steadily climbed into a bed, resting my head on one of the stiff pillows.

"Thanks, George and Fred. I think I'm going to pass out now."

And so, that's exactly what I did.