Chapter 7 "Rose," Al reads off the charred slip of paper, grinning devilishly. NOOOOOO… karma is evil. Anger pulses in my veins. "You're lying," I snarl at him, rising slowly out of my seat. I stalk towards him, snatching the bit of paper from his rough hands, I read in neat letters Rose Weasley. Shît, I was hoping he was just ticking me off. "Well," I snap crisply. "I'm not going." I feel a slight tingling sensation throughout my body as I refuse. I expect the feeling to pass, but it doesn't. Weird… "You have to," Al calmly states, as if there is no other alternative. With every breath… every beat of my heart, the tingling grows stronger, becoming more intense, fading out of tingling and growing into discomfort. "I absolutely do not!" I feebly sit on the couch next to Dominque, but instead of feeling better I feel worse, something's going on… "Yes, you do," He insists, his eyebrow slightly raises as if he expects something to happen. The discomfort pulses through my arms, legs, and torso. A knot grows in my stomach getting bigger, like a puddle of water slowly flooding my body with it's presence. "NO!" I stand, my anger overcoming my weakness. "I most certainly do not!" The discomfort morphs into pain, rapidly taking over my body. I draw in a long shaky breath. "Rose… are you okay?" Dom has sensed something off. She places her hand on my shoulder. Realization hits me like a ton of bricks. His devilish smile, the raised eyebrow… Al's behind it… whatever 'it' is. "Al…" I manage to squeak out. I double over, crumpling to my knees as my arms cradle my body with my head wedged between my knees. "What the Hell happened?" Dom screams, at most likely Al. I shut my eyes trying to block out the world. The pain. Everything. The pain is so strong, taking over my entire body. My lungs burn with every ragged breath I take and my muscles shake as though every one has been stuck into an electrical socket. "Albus Severus Potter!" Screams Dom. "I… uhhh… sorry?" Al stutters out "I didn't mean… it wasn't supposed to-" "Well whatever you did fix it!" "I can't." "Al look at her…" A new feminine voice comes in, whom I can only assume is Roxy. "ROSE!" Assuming he's realized what he's done to me, finally arms grab me, pulling me close to a warm strong body. "Rosie, you have to want to go. Then it will go away, all the pain, gone. Just want to." His breath on my ear is warm. Through the blinding pain my brain only processes the words "want to go," and "pain gone." At this point I'm up for anything… I want to go to Slytherin practice… wow did I just think that? I want… I want to win… And to win I have to go… I force my tense muscles to relax, the pain slipping furthur away with every thought. "Rosie… please…" Al's voice echoes through my brain. Wanting the pain to go away is one thing; wanting to go to a Slytherin practice is on the other side of the universe. But I try… I do… As if a giant vaccum has been switched on, the sensation is slowly pulled from my body. "Al…" Dom's voice interrupts the silence. "Is that… goblet… the goblet?" There's no answer I can hear. "Albus! How could you be so stupid! She could die!" Dom's panicked voice shrieks. "What were you bloody thinking you prîck!" "Do-" Al's voice is interrupted by more of Dom's ranting. "You are the most insensitive arse I have ever met!" My body feels raw and exhausted. I'm positioned on Al's lap. My eyes are still squeezed shut… each breath is a struggle. "Did you have any idea-" this time Dom's voice is inturrpted by Al's now anger filled one. "No! I had no idea! You know the same story as me… it was the wrong one. Why would you think I would do something like that? She's my best friend!" At this point my brain has started to function some what normally, but I have no idea what they're talking about. my eyes flutter open… At my stirring the room once again goes silent. "Rose?" Al asks tentatively. "Yea…" I croak out of my raw throat. It seems as if everyone in the room has let out a sigh of relief. "Rosie," Dom drops to her knees, embracing me as if she hasn't seen me in years. As I struggle to sit up, shapes and colours blur together. My stomach churns and my ears feel as though they were filled with cotton balls. This simple movement is too much for me. I drop my head back on Al's lap. Darkness encroaches on my vision. Once again I am pulled out of the real world, this time into a sea of darkness.
I can write quite well. Of it's something I enjoy and know a lot about anyway This is fanfic after all. So technically I cannot recieve haters for "copying" Harry Potter. Damn don't you just love the logic of things
Chapter 8 Blurred images swim before my vision and my eyes adjust to the weak morning light. Above me the crest of Gryffindor hangs, the magically animated lion silently roars, shaking his mane and batting the air. Slowly I turn onto my stomach, immediately realizing that this isn't my bed. The sheets have golden snitches on them that zip around the bedclothes at random… where am I? "So the sleeping beauty finally awakens." I recognize Al's voice immediately. "Where am I?" I groggily question, rubbing my eyes. "My bed." "What!" I push myself up, looking at my surroundings… dirty clothes everywhere, unmade beds, and posters of Quidditch teams and half naked women cover the Walls. This is definately not my dorm… "Yea, after you passed out we brought you to the Hospital Wing, we all had to tell McGonagall and Poppy what happened," my eyes grew wide with the fear of everyone knowing the torture I had endured. "Poppy gave you a potion and there was nothing else we could do so I took you up here." He grins at my uncomfortable situation. "Why did I- Ohhh…" My last conscious memories flood my brain. Al's to blame for everything. "B******," I snarl at him, flipping back the covers. "Rose I-" "Shut up! Everything that's happened is your fault!" "Rose I'm so-" "Don't 'sorry' me, you two-faced nob-headed wanker! I can't bloody believe you- Do you have any idea what I went through? You tosspot! Your mum will hear about this! Mark my words, Albus Potter!" His face fills with feat at the mention of his mother, but it is all too quickly replaced with anger. "Rose you have no right, no right, to bring my mother into this!" "Says who?" "Says me!" "Git!" "Nonce!" "Tosser!" "Wench!" "Wanker!" "Sl**!" "Prick!" "Minger!" "Arsehole!" "What in Merlin's pants is going on here?" Shouts a voice from the door. I look up and see Arthur Birchgrove in all his perfect glory staring over his 'Albus Dumbledore' half moon glasses. "Nothing Arthur!" I hiss. "But I was down in the common room reading this book called The Controdictory-" "No-one cares Birchgrove," Al speaks up. "Well as the rules state there shall be no female in the males dormitories," I step forward, but Arthur holds up his hand. "And there shall be no profanities spoken about or to anyone in this house," His gaze is locked on me. "Arthur…" Al mumbles obviously annoyed. "This is your last warning, if I hear anything again. It will be reported," He raises a bushy eyebrow and disappears. As I turn back to Al, another figure fills the doorway. I whip back around to see James leaning his slim frame against the doorjamb. "What do you want?" I huff. "Just heard some yelling and thought I would investigate," He smirks the trademark Potter smirk. "Turns out it's just you two, what's wrong, Scarlet?" He rolls my stupid nickname over his tounge making the A long and the T sharp. "He started it!" I say pointing my finger at Al. James leans his weary looking body up against the doorframe snickering. "James Sirius Potter! What's so funny?" I stomp towards him with my hands on my hips, my mouth pressed together menacingly. "Nothing… Hermione," He drops his eyes to aviod my gaze… well more like death glare. James thinks when I get angry I start to act like my mother, but I am nothing like my mother. Even though we are blood related, I take after my Weasley sidenot the nerdy Granger one. "First off I think Al owes me an explanation on why I almost died last night." I turn from one brother to the other, crossing my arms over my chest and waiting for an answer. "Yes… I do," Al says slowly as if he's making sure to choose his words wisely. "So get on with it," I snap impatiently. "That goblet I picked names from last night is no ordinary goblet…" I wait patiently sitting cross legged on his bed, forcing my face to remain as emotionless as possible. As his tale comes to a close I am so furious with his lack of brains I merely nod at him, and rush out of the room, nearly knocking James to the ground in the process.
Chapter 8 continued I walk into my dorm fuming. My dorm mates look at me worriedly. What's with them? In the room is Dom, Juilet Woods (her brother is our chaser, and Al set her robes on fire last year, he used to fancy her, but unfortunately conjuring up flowers is not one of his strong points), Lucy Weasley, Lavinia Scamander (the Scamander twins' sister… I wonder that's with that family Luna, Lorcan, Lysander, and… Rolf. Awkward…) then there's Roxy… yes, she's a seventh year, but the girls in her dorm are B*****s. Like last year they set up a 'prank' where they dyed her hair rainbow and put sundae toppings on her whilst she slept. So she bunks in our room now. But at the moment Roxy is MIA… probably off snogging some dumb bloke. "Where were you last night?" Squeals Juliet, she's like an adorable ball of energy that never runs out, ever. I have no idea what Al saw in her, I love her anyway though. "Oh she wa-" Starts Dom, looking up from blowing her freshly painted nails dry. "I fell alseep in the common room, then Al took me up to his room," I inturrupt Dom, not wanting the whole school to know that I was tortured by a magic goblet that Godric Gryffindor created. I give Dom my 'shut up now' look; she looks back at me with an 'ok, ok sorry, sheesh' look on her face. "You slept in Al Potters BED," Lavinia squeals excitedly, thankfully too preoccupied to notice my and Dom's silent conversing. "Uh… yea." I sound bored, "I didn't really have a choice." I sift through my trunk pulling the first t-shirt and sweatpants I find. Hey it's a Saturday! I can dress like a slob if I want. "He is soooooooo HOT," Lavinia annouces dreamily, as though she forgot 3/5 of the people here are bloody related to the bloke! "Al Potter," sighs Juilet dreamily, obviously she still liked… well likes him. Even though as far as Al knows she despises him. "Ewww," cringes Lucy. "You do realize we're related to him." She plops down on her bed with a mound of books, Lucy takes after her older sister Molly… I seriously don't know how they got into Gryffindor with their nerd brains, oh well. "So what exactly are we doing today?" I question my friends. "I'm doing a spa day," Dom says, as she begins buttering her face with a sickly green paste. "Homework," mumbles Lucy under her mountain of books. "I'm not really sure, probably going down to breakfast then to the libary," says Juilet shrugging her shoulders. "What for? Looks like Lucy already cleaned it out," Dom giggles from under her paste face, teehee. That sounds funny… paste face… ok maturity level is back up to normal. I hear Lucy grunt in retaliation from her bed. "Lorcan and Lysander are forcing me to go bloody Nargal hunting with them," groans Lavinia miserably. They really have a screwed up family, I mean Lavinia's the normal one and she accompanies her 17-year-old siblings (love 'em to death) on Nargle hunting expeditions. Now I have four choices: Spa day with Dom, not on your life. I'd probably end up looking like a deranged poodle. Nargle hunting… this shouldn't even be on my sane list of options. Homework… nope, that's easy. Leaving one left. "I'll go with you down to breakfast Juilet," I say, she squeals with excitement and rushes out the door ahead of me, bounding down the stairs two at a time. Wow that girl seriously needs a chill pill.