Lost in Time (Harry Potter Fanfic)

Lost in Time Chapter 16

Chapter 16

I woke up in a familiar place. Why does this always happen? I find myself blacking out and waking up often. I've got to stop doing that.

My eyes flicker open, and find myself in the school infirmary. Despite everything that I just experienced, or possibly even dreamt, I chuckle to myself to always seem to be in the craziest of situations.

I see Madam Pomfrey come over to me with a tray in both hands. She puts the tray down on the end table, and hands me the drink that was on the tray. She scuffled her shoes against the floor as she handed me the cup.

"Drink up." She said with the stirnest of glares. She shot me a ,"why the hell are you always here," look, that I couldn't help but grin back at her. She continued,

"Alright Ella, now that you're awake, I have to change your bandag---,"

I cut her off, "When can I leave the infirmary?"

She sighs and says, "Well, after I change your bandage, I don't see why you wouldn't be able to leave. Just promise me that I won't see you as often?"

Not knowing whether she was joking or serious, I nodded. She proceeded to take the bandage off my head and replace it with a new one. My headache grew stronger by the second, and my eyes longed to go back to sleep. I had some serious thinking to do. Of course I would never become a mini death eater, that was a given. I was snapped out of my thoughts when Madam Pomfrey told me I could go. I put my hand to my head to make sure the new bandage was secure.

I bring my legs out of the bed, one after the other, and slowly stand up. My legs are wobbly, and as I look down, I can see the marks that the chains left around my ankles. I look to my wrists and see similar scars and bruises. Damn. I have to cover that.

I walk over to Madam Pomfrey who is folding blankets. I questioned purely out of curiousity,
"Do you know how I got here? Who brought me to the infirmary?"

She chuckled and said,
"Ella, you were here when I got here this morning. You were pretty beaten up. I should be the one asking you how you got here."

I snapped out of my trance,
"Oh um, I was sleep walking and tripped down the dormitory stairs...It's no big deal, you don't have to worry."

She hesitantly nodded and questioned,
"What about those marks on your arms and ankles?"

I concluded,
"I guess I'm just really clumsy."

She nodded again, and I just decided to walk away from the situation. I'm surprised she even bought that. If I was in her shoes, I would find it suspicious that a first year just showed up to the infirmary all beat up. For the good of everyone, I really hope she doesn't do any further investigation. As I walked to the doors of the infirmary, I heard her speak quietly,

"Ella?"

I scrunched my nose, and slowly turned to face her. She had a pile of clothes in her hands that were neatly folded, and she continued,
"I'm guessing these are for you. You can go ahead and change in the restroom."

She pointed to the door that I assumed to be the bathroom. I smiled at her, grabbed the clothes from her arms, and went into the restroom. I walked in, and found no one in there. I stepped towards the countertop with the sinks. I put my hands around the sink and looked down at myself. There is absolutely nothing left in me. I am now twelve years old; my birthday was when we were in hiding, but I never said anything to Hermione, Harry, or Ron. I could feel myself at least fifteen pounds lighter; food was scarce when we were on the run, and my body looked beaten.

This was the big reveal. I'm going to look at myself. I looked up into the mirror to see a completely different girl. My cheekbones were defined, considering I lost weight, and my under eye circles were so evident. What scared me most was my facial expression. I replayed the last few seconds in my head and realized that I had an angry expression on my face. I'm not an angry person, I'm just so done with putting up with this unending hell I'm living. My hair is oily and wavy. It got extra long in the past few weeks.

I glanced down at the clothes that someone left for me. What was left was a long sleeve black shirt, black leggings, and a black and white flannel to tie around my waist. In the pocket of the flannel, I found a black eyeliner and some concealer. Whoever left the clothes obviously knew my situation. I don't have much experience with makeup, but that's gonna change really soon.

I slipped on the clothes, and looked in the mirror once again. I was wearing all black, something I never thought I would do, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I applied the concealer to cover the bags under my eyes, and than applied the eye liner. I have to admit, I look way better than I did before. Maybe I have to invest in some eyeliner soon.

I ran my hair through my fingers, and nodded in agreement at my appearance. Definitely darker color scheme, but I'm gonna try and make it work. I kept my black converse I had on; go figure.

I threw my old clothes out, being that they were dirty and ripped, and made my way to the door. As I got within a few feet of the door, I noticed a piece of paper sticking out of the flannel pocket. It was crumpled up, so I took it out and read:

Hope you like the clothes. In my opinion, the darker the better. You're welcome for dropping you off so safely at the infirmary. Hopefully you decide what's best for you. I'll keep in touch. Tick tock, Granger.
-DM

Draco. 

I opened the door that back out to the infirmary, and glanced at the rest of the patients. Madam Pomfrey was busy taking care of other students that were injured so I carefully crept out of the main doors. As I was walking back to the Gryffindor common room, I overheard a conversation of people saying that it was Saturday. That's good, because I need to sleep. My tiredness overthrew my desire to find out if Hermione, Harry, and Ron were safe. I walked like a zombie to the common room, and tagged behind some third years; I didn't know the password. 

I quickly walked to the girls dormitory and walked into mine, not wanting to see anyone on the way. I plopped on my bed, and closed the curtains so that I was met with complete darkness. 

I laid my head down on the pillow, to find that I hit my head on something hard. I felt underneath my pillow to find my wand. Damn, that Malfoy kid was good. I clenched my wand in my hand, because I am in complete fear that if he can get to the Gryffindor common room without being seen, he sure as hell could get to me. 

Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing; being associated with Draco. He makes me feel exhilarated, and I crave that. 

My eyes start to close with my mind racing at a thousand thoughts per second. The last thing I remember before falling into a deep sleep were Draco's words:

Tick Tock, Granger.

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