➵ Choice ➵ {DM and HP)

➵ Chapter 8 ➵

I nod.

"Words Miss Foster, I need to hear your voice, however annoying it may be."

"Quite clear, Professor." I force myself to say.

"Splendid, you may leave." she dismisses me, giving a small giggle as I exit the room.

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"Hey."

A quiet voice pulls me from my thoughts and I open my eyes to find Harry standing across from me.

"Hey," I respond, too exhausted to say anything else.

"Bad?" he asks simply and I nod.

"Yeah, bad."

He watches me for a moment before he asks, his eyes dropping to the floor,

"Am I allowed to ask about your hand, or will I almost get pummeled again?"

He raises his eyes to meet mine, and I see him trying to judge my reaction. I keep the smile off my face, even as it fights to show.

"It's fine, just like the other days, bleeding and painful." I say, and he brightens when I respond.

"Can I help?" he asks softly, "I know someone who can help, and it isn't Madam Pomfrey."

I watch him skeptically, "Why do you want to help me?"

I say it too harshly, I realize as it cuts from my mouth. He drops his eyes again.

Damnit Eloise. Why can't you just let someone be kind for once?

"I don't know." Harry confesses quietly.

I watch him for a moment before giving in, "Alright, where is this magical healer you speak about?"

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"That woman is insane, she has to be stopped!"

It turns out the magical healer is Miss Hermione Granger. I should have known and maybe I could've avoided her loud opinions.

"I mean, does she think she can just waltz in here and torture people like this?!"

Harry, Hermione, and I sit just in a deserted hallway, Harry and I silently listening to Hermione rant as she cleans my hand.

"Do you think this is ok?!" Hermione shoots at Harry.

I look over at Harry to see him watching me before he snaps into focus to Hermione's voice.

"What? Oh, um, of course not," he says, caught off guard by the question.

Hermione nods her head curtly and continues on my hand. I wince as she hits a tender spot and she looks up.

"I'm sorry, but I know you don't want this to get infected," she explains.

I nod, then Hermione jumps instantly back into her one sided conversation.

"Like I said before, she needs to be stopped. Do you think Dumbledore will do something? I'm sure he will he just needs to be told what...."

She fades into white noise as I survey the corridor. I've never been to this bit of the castle, but it's not like I would be able to tell. Every hallway is the same, and I love it. I find comfort in the repetition.

I'm brought back to reality when I notice a new voice enter the conversation.

"What are you three doing out here?"

I look up to see a pair of recognizable ginger twins walking over and I smile at them. I had been introduced to Fred a few days ago, and I already like them both.