I woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. I groaned as a stabbing pain filled my right side as I tried to sit up.
"You're up! Thank goodness! Try and keep still while I try and find something for the pain," Madam Pomfrey exclaimed when she noticed I was awake. The next hour she fussed over me like a mother hen; which I appreciated but found rather annoying after awhile. To my immense relief, Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered the room before I found myself saying anything rude. They kept me company as I ate my breakfast in bed and promised to return later to fill me in on how classes went/to give me any new homework assignments. I was counting more on Hermione on that one for obvious reasons. The day I trusted Ron with anything homework related was the day that I failed all my classes!
The weather turned cold as we entered the month of November. Madam Pomfrey kept me on bed rest which was extremely boring. I was dying to get out and stretch my legs, but she said she wanted to make triple sure I hadn't suffered any residual brain damage or something. To be honest, I think she was just unwilling to see me go yet.
I had a ton of visitors which helped pass the time though. My three friends managed to stop by at least once a day sometimes more, Minnie and Snape came by and would read me stories or catch me up on their lessons in person, and too my surprise, even Malfoy visited once...
He didn't say anything just came in and looked down at me with that strange look in his eyes again. I still didn't know what it meant so I just kept silent and pretended to be sleeping.
As the Quidditch match between Gryffindor drew nearer, I finally managed to convince Madam Pomfrey to let me leave the hospital wing and start going to classes and practice again.
Harry and I were getting more and more nervous as Saturday approached and as we sat at the breakfast table the morning of the match, neither of us had the stomach to eat anything.
"Go on guys, take a bit of toast!" Ron urged.
"Ron's right, Harry and Katrina, you're gonna need your strength today!" Wow, I never thought I'd hear Hermione say those words I thought to myself. She never thought Ron was right!
"I'm not hungry" we both said frustrated with their attempts to get us to eat. I was so nervous I couldn't even be bothered to say jinx.
"Good luck today Katrina..." I suddenly heard Snape say from behind me. "...Potter," he added nodding his head in Harry's direction, a look of disdain on his face. I frowned. Why was he so nice to me but so cold to Harry? We all watched Snape as he limped out of the hall.
"That explains the blood," Harry said as he turned to the three of us.
"Blood?" Hermione asked in confusion.
"Listen, on Halloween, I'm guessing Snape let the troll in as a diversion so he could try and get past that three-headed dog - but he got himself bitten - that's why he's limping.
"No, he wouldn't," Hermione said as her eyes went wide.
"Yeah," I agreed. "He may not be very nice to you, but he wouldn't try and steal something Dumbledore was keeping safe! He's a Hogwarts professor!" I countered.
"Honestly, Hermione, Katrina, you think all teachers are saints or something, especially those that are nice to you," snapped Ron. "I'm with Harry. I wouldn't put anything past Snape. But what's he after?"
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Katrina & Harry (Books 1-7) *Revised*Fanfiction
Was planning to go through and add pictures as well as revise minor mistakes and figured I might as well make one big compilation while I'm at it. Be advised that these will be basic edits based on a quick review and that a more in depth edit with a...