Madam Carla looked around at the empty hospital wing. There was no one to keep her company, not that she wished someone would get wounded but she was dreadfully bored.
None of the students visit her unless they are tired or ill, or they want to escape class. It is her fourth year in Hogwarts and she still felt lonely.
She didn't expect it to be like this. Her grandmother had told her many great stories from her times here as a nurse. She also encouraged Madam Carla to apply here.
And she thought, why not! But now, she regrets it. She is almost lonely all the time.
Madam Carla picked up her books and closed the lights with her wand. She was on the verge of disappearing behind her door when she heard footsteps.
She looked around for a moment but no one was there. Yet, it still bothered her. She set her books back down and walked to the sound of the steps. They got nearer and louder as she got closer.
The sudden open of the hospital wing's door startled her so much that she tripped on her dress. But nothing is compared to the shock she got when she saw the young girl.
The boy was almost invisible because of the darkness. But the girl, the girl's eyes were bright, blood red. And they were clearly visible. Madam Carla looked at the headmaster. And then, fearing of the rest, she opened the light.
She took a great gulp of air and placed her hand on her heart. The girl was white as the snow and her hair was black as the night.
"This is Dark Magic professor Sheer," She said. "It's a curse."
The headmaster looked at the young girl and nodded.
"Come. Put her here," Madam Carla told the sobbing boy. He placed the girl on the bed but he didn't leave her side.
"I need to examine her Mr.?" She said. But the boy didn't budge or reply. Madam Carla sighed and pointed her wand at him. She muttered a spell and immediately the boy clasped.
"I will take him," Professor Sheer said. Madam Carla glared at him and sternly said.
"NO, he will stay here, this curse might have infected him as well."
The headmaster nodded.
"Do you need any help Madam, a potion or a book?" he asked politely. Madam Carla shook her head and lifted the boy with her wand on the other bed.
"What is their names, I've forgotten!" she asked, trying to hide the fact that she didn't know a single students name in this school.
"Mr. Scorpius Malfoy and Mrs. Rose Weasley." Madam Carla nodded and dismissed the Headmaster.
"Oh poor children," She whispered. "Who would have done such an awful thing in this school."
Madam Carla went to the potions' cupboard. She started looking for a potion, she has never dreamed of using before. Not in Hogwarts.
She stepped on the boxes and saw it. The old dusty bottle of "Antidote for Dark curses." She pulled it down and went back to the girl. The level of the girl's whiteness was terrifying and the fact she fainted with her eyes open was no way less terrifying.
She poured the Black liquid in a cup; so dark that it appeared as dark blue. Then, she waved her wand and a small pink bottle came from across the room. It held the words "Shock remover". She poured the pink liquid in two cups. Another wave of her wand and another bottle that helped sleeping. Another wave and five bottles came this time. Written on two of them were "poison clearer" and the other three "For a cursed eye"
She prepared her cauldron and started her work. She first added one of the poisons clearers and stirred clockwise five times. Then, she added the smallest bottle of the three "For a cursed eye". She waited until the liquid turned orange and stirred clockwise ten times. One by one, she added the next components. When everything was added, she stood impatiently and started tapping her foot while observing her watch.
After almost five minutes, the potion turned cloudy white. Madam Carla smiled and stirred twenty stirs clockwise and stopped for two minutes then she repeated stirring only this time forty times. The potion turned brown and Madam Carla poured it in a big glass.
She held the glass of the "antidote for Dark curses" and looked at the girl. Her heart stopped for a beat. The girl looked much more shoddier than ever. Her white skin almost blinded Madam Carla and her eyes, they were so red, so full of rich red than almost burned Madam Carla, but her hair, the blackest thing on earth, even if possible, blacker than the potion in her arms.
Madam Carla stepped closer to the girl and shivered. The air surrounded by the girl was cold, hot, sweaty, and dry, all at the same time. But the smell, the smell was the worst. It smelled like rotten, aged, and decayed food
How could the boy handle all this?
She pulled her wand and stepped even closer. Everything was getting worse. She pointed her wand at the girl and muttered something. The girl's mouth opened and the picture of horror got worse. Worms were running from the girl's mouth. Madam Carla gasped but nether less she stepped even closer and poured the potion in the open mouth. Immediately the potion disappeared. Madam Carla stepped away quickly.
"This is not as I though," she whispered to her self. "This is much worse."
Madam Carla looked around. The look on her face was determined. She raised her wand and muttered a few spells. Ten or more potions zoomed to her direction. Very quickly, she prepared five cauldrons and started potion making. She kept opening books and checking if what she's doing it right. The potions kept turning to variety of colours. Red, Pink, white, blue, yellow, green, and some were a mixture of two. A person who would look at Madam Carla would be shocked at how she handled and remembered all this. But it wasn't her first time she has done them.
Slowly, when each potion got ready, Madam Carla would pour it down the girl's throat, and sometimes down the boy's.
After nine hours, when the sun has risen, she stopped and looked at the two patients. The boy, he looked better.
But the girl, the increasing of the curse has stopped but the decreasing never happened. She must call a healer. But she couldn't, the healers might kill her with their new potions (that no one dared to test) or worse they could transfer her to other counties that didn't hear about this curse. It is better the girl stayed here. A person who experienced all this would provide better treatment.
She looked sympathetically at the girl. The worms stopped coming out from her mouth after a hard time. And her eyes only stopped glowing more reddish when Madam Carla gave her the tenth potion. Whoever had done this was professional in dark curses.
Madam Carla sighed. She sat on the chair between the girl and the boy. Before she knew it, she was asleep.
"LUCAS," Hermione Weasley shouted at her son. "WHAT ON EARTH HAVE YOU DONE!"
Hermione looked at the mess on the floor and sighed. Foods of all kinds were lying on the floor and the fridge's door was open.
"I did it with him mummy," A small identical boy emerged from behind The kitchen table. Hermione looked at her twins and sighed again.
"You two," She said in her most stern voice she could muster. "I am going to work in our study, if I come here after I finish, and I don't find this place clean and shining, I will break your broom sticks and I wont talk to you for five weeks."
The Twin looked at their mother terrified. They nodded and started working.
Hermione stepped outside the kitchen just as her husband Ron Weasley entered the house.
"Oh Ron."
She ran to the red headed man and jumped to his embrace.
"Hell Hermione, if you miss me this much I will quite," He said. Hermione giggled and snuggled closer to Ron. "Seriously Hermione, I don't mind staying here every single stinking moment and if…"
"Ron," Hermione interrupted.
"Yes dear."
"Shut up." Ron Laughed and held Hermione in his arms then walked to the sofa and sat down.
"Now," He said after Hermione has seated herself comfortably on his lap and snuggled her head on his shoulder.
"What is bothering you so much that you missed me after only three hours of seeing me," Ron asked. "I mean, yes, I am charming and all, but come on, there must be something."
Hermione chuckled.
"Twins," She replied simply.
"Ahha."
"By the way," Hermione asked. "What brought you home so early."
Hermione felt Ron shuffle from beneath her then he went still again. Hermione opened her eyes and looked up at Ron.
"What?" She asked baffled. Ron smiled his rare smile and pointed to the red box in his hand. Hermione took the red box and opened it. Two silver almond-shaped earrings were in the box. Hermione smiled.
"Happy anniversary," Ron said. Hermione gasped and hugged Ron tightly. But pulled back slightly and looked down shamefully.
"What?" asked Ron. "Don't you like it?"
"No, no it wonderful," Replied Hermione.
"Then what's wrong?"
"I didn't bring you something," Hermione said. Ron laughed.
"Its ok, you are enough of a gift for me." Ron kissed her tenderly. Hermione pulled away.
"Its not that," She said. Ron looked worried. "I would've brought you something if I remembered today was our wedding anniversary."
"Its just with the Elf project I'm doing and the twin, you know it kind of slipped my mind and I am so sorry, I will repay you…"
But she stopped when she heard Ron laughing hysterically. Hermione glared.
"What is funny Ronald?" she asked. "I was apologizing."
Ron stopped laughing when he saw Hermione's expressions and was about to reply when Pig hooted from the window.
"Its from Hogwarts!" said Hermione as she took the letter from an excited pig.
"What had Hugo done this time," Sighed Ron. But Hermione suddenly gasped. Ron jumped next to her and read the letter.
"Ron," Hermione whispered horrified. "Rose is, Rose is in danger."
Blossom looked around at her servants. They were all preparing for today's party. Everyone will be arriving at the Malfoy's Manor.
Blossom looked at her expensive gold watch that her husband brought her for her birthday and sighed again. He was late, as usual. She has told him and reminded him to come early today. They needed to pick their clothes for the party.
Blossom looked at the dining table and ordered the servants to replace the "old" silver plates with the new ones. The servants immediately oblige.
"Mrs. Malfoy," Said one servant. Blossom looked at the elf.
"Yes," She replied.
"We need you at the ball room," The little servant said. Blossom nodded and walked across the many doors until she reached the ballroom. The place was hectic unlike the dinning room. About fifty elfs were all in this room. Some were holding up decorations. Some were preparing music. Some were shining the floor. And so on.
Blossom looked around.
"The decorations," The little servant said.
"What's with them," Blossom said before the elf could utter a word.
"Oh, Madam, We don't know if to put the silver ones or the green ones or the white ones," The little elf yelped.
"hmmm.' Blossom looked around the room, her eyes studying every single chair, every light, and everything. Finally, she answered.
"The white ones will do Sprinkles." The little servant nodded and went to tell the decorating servants. Blossom looked around and called Bumble. As fast as a lightning, a tall elf servant appeared.
"Has Draco arrived yet?" She asked Bumble. Bumble nodded. Blossom's face lighted up and she smiled.
"Where is he?" she asked. Bumble nodded towards the end of the ballroom and then pointed upstairs.
"Thank you Bumble," Cried Blossom. She quickly ran upstairs, forgetting the she could use the fireplace. And opened one of the many study rooms.
A tall blonde man was sitting down at the sofa and reading the daily prophet. He apparently, didn't hear Blossom. She was about to speak when he stood up and turned to face her.
"Hello Blossom," He said. Blossom smiled and walked to her husband.
"Hello Draco," She said. The couple looked deep in each others eyes and Draco leaned in. He kissed Blossom passionately.
"Oh Draco," Blossom sighed. "You had me worried."
Draco smirked. And they both sat down, holding hands.
"Why is that dear Mrs. Malfoy?" Draco asked.
"I told you to come fifty minutes ago," Blossom replied. Draco held her hand closer to his mouth and kissed it.
"My boss held me back, told me to do some papers," He said.
"Well, what are you waiting for, we must start looking for clothes." Blossom stood up but Draco pulled her down and placed his head on her lap.
"Come on Blossom," He wined. "I am tired, let do it later."
Blossom smiled and started playing with his hair.
"The guests are arriving after seven hours!"
"So, we have plenty of time."
"Draco, you now Capella, she needs three hours to pick her dress."
Draco closed his eyes and sighed.
"What do you need me for then, you choose her dress."
Blossom giggled.
"I don't want what happened at the last party to happen at this one."
"Blossom," Draco said defensively. "That dress she was wearing last party was dreadful, its colours weren't matching, it was shameful."
"Draco you liked that dress when you first saw it…"
"I wasn't seeing well then."
"But when your father commented…"
"My father has nothing to do with this."
Draco sat up and glared at Blossom. Blossom sighed.
"I am sorry."
"Not accepted." Blossom looked at her husband fearfully and hurt but he shook her off. Instead, he stood up and looked from the window. Just as he open it for fresh air, an owl soared in.
"A letter," Blossom said surprised.
"And from Hogwarts," Draco added with the same astonishment. Blossom looked at her husband worriedly.
"Scorpius," Draco said. His tone didn't help Blossom relax. "He is hurt."
I was surprise on how fast you reviewed and I was like what the hell post it.
THANK YOU ALLLLLLLLLLLLLL. I was so happy you all like the chapter. This one was much much much more longer but I cut it to three chapters. But they're not going to be up at least until next week (but I wont promise anything).
As for the random capitalization, yes I know about that, I do it a lot and I am trying to stop it, will make a bigger note about that.
And yes, I know that the majority of students at Hogwarts are not going to be all Harry potter related but let me first handle the related ones then I will handle the others. I am not a good writer yet so do not expect me to be perfect. And believe me, I have other students (with their own plots), but this is the fifth chapter (and my chapters are not long at all), give me time.
Loool Penny, these "evil cliffies" is what keeps the story going. Without them, you would know everything and you wouldn't look forward to the next chapter (though I made this chapter cliffy free).
As for Capella, I didn't want you to meet her yet!!! And Debzzz I am happy that a single name affected you this much, hope everything else does: P
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(oh and did any of you hear about Dumbledore being gay!!! It was unexpected from my side. Another twist in the Harry potter stories, She's amazing JK)