Walking away was harder than I thought. It took all my effort to keep putting one foot in front of the other as I walked down the corridor, and not to turn around and run back to my sister.
She couldn’t see it from my point of view. She didn’t understand why it was so hard for me to stand back and watch her go through this scenario, and of all the people that I though would understand, I thought it would be her.
Walking around the corner, I let my head fall into my hands as I walked. Why couldn’t things have stayed the same this year? We had been so close before school started, and then she drifted away. She gravitated to the one guy I thought would never betray me. James was meant to be like a brother to me.
I was broken out of my thoughts by a distant crash. Realising it had come from the direction I had just walked from, I slowly made my way back, curiosity burning through me. When I rounded the corner, I saw the flick of the end of a student’s cloak as they left at the other end of the corridor.
Where was Amy? I thought to myself. The Gryffindor Common Room was this way.
There was nothing here. No paintings had fallen off the wall, no suits of armour and been pushed over. So what had caused the thud I’d heard earlier?
Just as I was about to walk away, I saw a flash of light glinting off an object near the top of the staircase. I swear I’d seen it before. When I got closer, I recognised the silver locket with the Gryffindor lion engraved onto the front. Add into the equation the intials A.S., and it wasn’t hard to figure out it belonged to Amy. But what was it doing on the floor? And why was the chain broken?
Looking around in confusion, I could now see a black mass at the bottom of the staircase from where I was standing. If I didn’t know any better, I would say it was a body lying there. Squinting closer, I could make out blonde hair scattered around one end of the mass.
“Amy?” I said, my steps speeding up as I realised just what the black mass was. “AMY!!!!”
I dropped to my knees by her head and frantically searched for a pulse. “Please be okay, please be okay!” I panicked, my hands shaking. “You had better be messing about!” Finding the task difficult, I rolled her over and had to stop myself from gasping at how pale she looked. Placing two fingers at the pulse point on her neck, I waited for any sign that she was still there.
I let out a small sigh of relief, but stood quickly and conjured a stretcher from nowhere. Lifting Amy onto it using a levitation spell, I scanned the corridor for any sign of whoever did this to her, before sprinting to the hospital wing, stretcher following the whole way by magic.
“MADAME POMFREY!” I yelled, guiding the stretcher into the hospital wing carefully but quickly. The woman in question came running out of her office, and as soon as her eyes met the stretcher, she snapped into action.
“Oh my…..” She gasped, when she looked Amy over. “Bring her over to the bed.”
I gently moved her over, careful not to aggravate her injuries any further. The cuts on her head were still bleeding steadily, and Pomfrey started to work on those.
“She fell down the stairs.” I informed her, still breathless from running around the school.
“I need you to wait outside Mr Swann.” She said without taking her eyes off her patient. She was already waving her wand to start healing the cuts and scanning for injuries.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, right?” I answered, staying where I was. “I’m not leaving her.”
She paused for a moment to look me in the eye. “Mr Swann, you’re sister has a broken leg, fractured ribs, several points of internal bleeding, whiplash, concussion, cuts and bruises. And those are just the ones I’ve found so far.” She gave me a sympathetic look before turning back to Amy. “I know this must be hard but I need to start healing her as soon as possible, and I can’t do my job properly if you’re in here as well.”
I could understand what she was saying, but my head kept telling me to stay with her, to protect her.
‘Cause you’ve done such a great job of that so far.
I nodded stiffly, before walking out into the corridor. Allowing my body to slide down against the wall, I let my head fall into my hands.
Amy really hadn’t been born with any luck.
It wasn’t long before Professor McGonagall ran past without a glance and walked into the hospital wing. Clearly having been called down by Pomfrey. I was able to catch a small bit of their conversation before the doors closed behind her.
“Minerva, thanks for coming. I’ve done the scans I need and found several bleeding points, but something is really confusing……..”
And then the door shut.
I had let her down. I knew it, and now everyone could see what an appalling brother I was. As the older brother, it was my job to make sure no one ever hurt, used or abused her. I’d let someone push her down the stairs. I’d let Potter have his way with her and knock her up.
And even I at times had managed to hurt her. The punch that had been meant for Potter, which had gone in the wrong direction and hit her, and every time we argued I could see the pain spread across her face. But she didn’t understand. I was only trying to look out for her.
But I could see, I’d failed miserably.
This wasn’t suppose to happen.
She was meant to go on to lead a good life, with loads of support and a new baby. It may not have been something I wanted for her, but if she was happy, then she could do what she wanted.
Not fall down the stairs the moment my back is turned.
She looked so broken, lying there. Her leg bent at an awkward angle, and her face white as a sheet.
Madame Pomfrey is a great Healer, My head was telling me. Amy will be fine.
There were people I had to tell. To let know what was going on. They were all most likely sitting around, laughing with friends, without a clue as to how much had happened in the last hour. But I couldn’t bring myself to get up from where I was. Not forgetting there was one person I really didn’t want to talk to.
The locket he gave her felt heavy in my pocket. I pulled it out and flicked it open. My eyes instantly caught the moving picture of Amy’s baby. You could see the light flicker where it’s heartbeat should be, and every now and then, it lifted it’s hand or leg.
I looked up when a bang sounded. Flitwick came running down the corridor and opened the door to the hospital wing to go in.
“……….managed to stop the haemorrhaging I’ve found Minerva, but she’s still bleeding from an unknown point.” I could hear everything they were saying. “Oh good Filius, you’re here. Could you charm the bones to heal while I………….” I turned back to the picture.
It had to be the baby. Either it was masking somewhere that she was bleeding from, or it was what was bleeding in the first place.
Should I tell them? If I should, and I don’t, Amy would never forgive me. I may not have wanted her in this situation in the first place, but I don’t want her heart broken.
On the other hand, she might be able to move on with her life, and anyway, I shouldn’t be worried about how she feels about me. I’d just made the decision to walk out of her life. What should I do?
What would Amy want me to do?
Closing the locket, I put it back in my pocket and stood up. I walked steadily over to the door of the hospital wing, and went inside.
“…….need to start thinking about contacting St Mungo’s, she can’t…….Jack, I thought I told you to wait outside?”
I looked all three of them in the eye, before saying two words I’d promised Amy I would never say to anyone.
This baby meant the world to her. And I’d do everything I could to save it and keep her world intact. No matter how much I disagreed.
McGonagall and Flitwick stood in shock, but Pomfrey started acting straight away. She scanned Amy’s abdomen with her wand, and nodded after a few seconds.
“The fall caused a Placental Abruption Class two.” She spouted in her medical jargon. “There’s foetal distress and it explains the bleeding.” She paused to look up at me. “You may have just saved this baby’s life.”
I nodded stiffly, before walking out of the wing. There were people that need to be told about what happened to Amy.
And me sitting outside a room wasn’t going to help her.
I could see Aiden sat across the common room, chilling with his mates and laughing about something. Something that was about to become the most significant thing in his life.
“Aiden.” He turned around to see me, still with the echo of a smile on his face.
“Oh hey Jack.” He said, the rest of his friends waving at their mate’s older brother as well. “We were just talking about Slytherins chances of winning the Quidditch Cup.”
“I need to speak with you.” I replied. With a side glance at his friends, I added “Privately.”
Aiden had an amused, but confused expression and stood up. “My dorm’s free.” I followed him up the stairs. When we reached the room, I sat down on his bed and let my head fall into my hands once more.
“Woah mate, you okay?” I could hear Aiden’s voice sound slightly shocked. “Whatever it is, it can’t be that bad.”
“It’s Amy.” I answered, not moving my hands. “She’s in the hospital wing. She got pushed down the stairs.”
“Is she okay?” Aiden said after a long pause. “I need to see her.”
I finally looked up to see Aiden already moving towards the door. “Wait, I need you to do something for me.”
“Can’t it wait?”
“No.” I said, refusing to show any weakness, no matter if I thought that this was all my fault for not protecting her. “I need you to find Amy’s friends. I need you to tell them what’s going on.”
“But she needs someone with her now!” He replied in shock.
“I’m going to go back down any minute. I just need to deal with Potter and then I’ll make sure she’s okay.”
Aiden looked like he wanted to argue, but I just shook my head to silence him. “Please don’t make this any harder Aiden.”
He grimaced, before walking out, hopefully to find her friends rather than go the hospital wing. I sighed, before making the walk down the stairs and out to the pitch. Where I knew he would be.
I could see him flying around. The closer I got the clearer I could see the smile on his face. He looked like the kind of guy who had everything he could ever want.
How he felt like that I had no idea. And I was just about to ruin his perfect world.
He turned, did a Wronski feint down to the ground, and landed a foot away from me. All evidence of the smile had disappeared.
“What do you want Jack?”
I was squeezing and relaxing my fist to stop myself from punching his face.
“Look Potter, I don’t want to be in your company any longer than I have to, so let me just say what I have to say and then go.” I said, already preparing myself to leave his presence. “Amy’s had an accident.”
His face dropped, and went almost as white as Amy’s had been after her fall. “How? Wh…what happened? Is she okay? What about the baby?”
“She got pushed down the stairs.” I answered, but before I had even finished talking, Potter was already storming off the pitch.
By the time I caught up with him he was walking through the door into the hospital wing.
“Mr Potter!” Pomfrey yelled, drawing the curtain around the bed that Amy was on. “Why on earth would you……”
“Is she okay?” Potter said, looking desperate, and slightly out of breath from the run. “Is she hurt badly?”
“Miss Swann is a fighter, Mr Potter.” She said, looking over his shoulder at me to see if I minded her telling Potter. After all, to her, Potter was of no connection to my sister. I nodded. “She had several injuries, but we’re treating them as we go.”
Potter nodded, clearly trying to hold himself back from ripping open the curtain and seeing for himself. “And the baby?”
I had to give it to Pomfrey, she managed to hide most of her shock. It doesn’t take a scientist to put two and two together and figure out why he wanted to know if the baby was okay. “Amy has had a Placental Abruption. It’s when the Placenta can pull away from the uterine wall. We managed to locate the source of the bleeding in good time. We are doing all we can.”
He looked broken. Potter, one of the people I thought would never show any signs of weakness, was standing in front of me and slumped slightly.
“Can I stay here?” He asked slightly quieter.
Pomfrey looked sympathetic. “I’m afraid not. Minerva, Filius and I need to completely concentrate. Which means we can’t have family and friends in here.”
“Come on Potter.” I said, and for the first time since I found out what he had done, I placed my hand on his shoulder and pulled him outside. “We’re not helping by being in the way.”
He nodded, and we left the hospital wing to sit in the corridor.
“How long has it been?” Potter said in a monotone voice, and staring off into space.
“An hour.” I answered. We hadn’t spoken the entire time.
The next ten minutes passed in the same way, before Potter broke the silence again. “Do you think they’ll both make it?”
“They have to.” I replied. “’Cause if Amy doesn’t then it’ll break a lot of people. And if the baby doesn’t, it’ll break Amy.”
“I thought things were going too well.” He said, looking like a zombie. “I was outside flying because I’d just received three letters from Quidditch teams. They all want me to play for them next year, and I mean starting, not on the bench.” He scoffed. “I have the most amazing girlfriend, and a baby on the way. I’ve been looking at houses. Everything was going so well.”
“She’s gunna be fine.” I said, not knowing whether I was trying to shut him up or comfort him. “If anyone can help her, it’s Pomfrey.”
“But I’m pretty sure that she hasn’t had to deal with pregnant girls often.” He answered. “I should have been there.”
Potter finally turned his head away from staring at the wall opposite him. “What exactly happened?”
“We were…….talking.” I explained. “We were arguing again, and we said that we couldn’t do it anymore. The arguing I mean.” Potter was staring at me. “I was ready to walk out of her life. And then I heard a crash behind me, and when I went back I found her lying on the ground at the bottom of the staircase.”
“Did you see who pushed her?”
I shook my head. “I saw the end of their school robes, but that’s about it.”
“How soon after your argument did she get pushed down the staircase?” Potter asked, with a look of slight confusion. It was the most animated his face had been since we had walked into this corridor.
“Not long.” I replied. “Couldn’t have been more than a minute. I had only got around the corner when I heard her fall.”
His confused expression changed to a more aware look. “What were you arguing about?”
“The usual. You, your relationship and…….” It finally dawned on me. “And the baby.” I looked at him in astonishment. “Whoever it was, they would of heard us. Someone knows about the baby.”
Potter groaned and hit the wall with the back of his head. “That’s the last thing Amy needs.” He sat there, with his eyes closed for a while, before his head snapped up, his eyes flew open and a look of fury passed over him.
“I’m gunna bloody kill him.” He yelled, before standing up and sprinting off.
“Who?” I said running after him in confusion. Why was I even running after him? I didn’t care. So what if he showed some sort of care for Amy. It didn’t change what he’d done.
People were running away from me a lot today. I didn’t like it. But whoever Potter was going to kill, I doubt Amy would believe he was worth her boyfriend becoming a murderer for.
By the time I caught up with Potter this time, he was standing in front of the Slytherin Common Room yelling.
“FLINT!” Potter shouted, looking furious. “COME OUT WHERE I CAN SEE YOU!” All the paintings were gossiping in hushed tones, some in outrage at the scene he was causing, some in excitement about what could possibly unfold in this corridor. One or two ran out of their portrait, some most likely to go into the Slytherin Dungeon, and spread the word that James Potter was asking for Flint.
“Potter, I don’t know why you’ve suddenly decided Flint is a guy you need to kill, but……”
“DON’T BE A COWARD FLINT!” He roared, cutting me off.
“Or you can just pretend I’m not here. That’s good too.” I moved to lean against the wall.
One of the portraits looked like they were just about to protest his yelling when a passage appeared in the wall of the dungeon. Out walked Flint and another one of his friends.
“You know Potter, it’s bad enough I have to look at you around the school. I don’t want you in my territory as well.” He spat, making his crony sneer. However before Flint himself could smirk in our direction, Potter grabbed him by the collar, and threw him against the opposite wall.
The portraits all gasped, and Flint’s friend ran at Potter to try and pull him off the Slytherin. With a quick jab of his elbow, the friend went down.
“What did she do to deserve what you did to her?” Potter said through clenched teeth before punching Flint across the face. The Slytherin’s nose broke with a loud crack.
“Look Potter…….” I said, but he showed no sign that he’d heard me. “JAMES!” He looked around like he’d only just realised I was there. “Not that I don’t approve of the snake getting punched, but what exactly has he done?”
“You must have heard what he said at Amy’s birthday party. He said ‘What stops her from getting pushed down the stairs?’” He turned back to Flint, who had blood running down his face, with a livid expression. “It was you, wasn’t it? You decided to make good on your promise.” He then threw his fist once more, this time catching his jaw.
I pushed myself off the wall, realising exactly what Potter was saying. This was the guy who was responsible for why Amy was currently lying in a hospital bed. This was the guy that had run from the scene just as I was arriving to find my sister lying at the bottom of the stairs. I stood in the way of his crony, as he stood back up to try and help his friend.
“Do whatever you have to do.” I said to Potter, glaring in Flint’s direction.
“I DON’D HAB A CLUE WHAD YOU’RE DALKING ABOUD!!!” Flint struggled to say because of his broken nose. Potter pulled him back up the wall, which he had slid down slightly.
Before much else could happen though, Professor Grayson came running down the hall, one of the people in the portraits running through the pictures next to him.
“Potter! Let go of Flint immediately.” He said sternly. “Detention with me for a week and fifty points from you both.”
“But Professor,” Potter explained, still shaking with fury. “This piece of scum is the reason Amy Swann is in the Hospital Wing.”
“What on earth do you mean boy?” Grayson asked, shocked at the amount of anger he could see. The worry for my sister seemed to be keeping me in check.
Potter sent a scowl at the Slytherin. “This evening someone pushed Amy down the stairs, something which Flint has threatened her with before.”
“This evening?” Grayson asked, to which I nodded. “Mr Flint has been in detention with me since dinner. He was only released half an hour ago.”
The sure, determined look on Potter’s face disappeared quickly. “He was?” He let go of Flint’s collar, who sped walked until Professor Grayson was in between him and us Gryffindors. Showing true Slytherin spirit.
“I was so sure it was him.” He said, back in the corridor by the hospital wing. We were both sitting in silence again, both thinking about what could be happening through the double doors where Pomfrey, McGonagall and Flitwick were all still working to heal Amy and the baby, three hours after I first brought her in.
“Well at least you got to break Flint’s nose.” I tried to take our minds off our worries. “Even if it did cost one hundred house points and got you a week of detention.”
“I’m not a violent person.” He said, back to staring at the wall. “I don’t beat people up for the hell of it.”
I thought over what he said. “You really love her, don’t you?”
His head shot to me, and I explained what I meant. “The only two times I’ve seen you fight someone have both been after something has happened to her. You fought back at me when I accidentally broke her cheek, and you beat up Flint because you thought he was responsible for her injuries today. You really love her, don’t you?”
“Of course I do.” He said, no hint of deception in his eyes. “I’ve never given you any reason to believe otherwise.”
I sat thinking, meaning the silence fell around us once more. Should I tell him exactly why I had a problem with him for the past few months?
“My mum got pregnant with me when she was eighteen. Did you know that?” I asked, making him shake his head. “I wasn’t planned. My dad barely knew my mum at the time, and then he had this weight hanging over him. One that he never wanted.
“So they made the best of it. Dad said that he was so young when he and my mum started a family, and that if he had it his way, he wouldn’t have started a family until he was in his thirty’s. After nine months, I came along. They settled down, fell into a routine and soon they had Amy and then eventually Aiden.”
I paused to see that Potter was listening intently. “He loves her. Maybe he didn’t at the beginning but he did eventually and he still does. But that didn’t stop him from walking out after he lost his job. It didn’t stop him from abandoning his family when things got tough. So when I saw that you were in the exact same situation, only Amy was younger than Mum was, I flipped.”
“This isn’t the same situation.” Potter replied. “Sure, there are similarities between the two, but the difference is that I would do anything for Amy. I mean, I knew that you wouldn’t like the fact your best friend was dating your sister, but if it was a choice between you and Amy, I choose Amy. I lost my best friend, the guy who was like another brother to me, but I had her.”
“I will never walk out on her, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He finished. “Not her, or the baby.”
I breathed heavily, staring him down. After a while, I sighed. “You ever hurt her……”
“I give you permission to hurt me back as much as you please.” He ended my sentence for me, a small hopeful smile on his face.
I was about to respond, when Madame Pomfrey poked her head through the Hospital wing doors.
“Mr Swann, Mr Potter.” Pomfrey said. “You can come in now.”
A/N: Busy chapter :P I hope it lived up to your expectations.
So no Amy POV whatsoever. Well it would be pretty boring methinks. Jack’s is so much more interesting at this point.
What did you think? If it wasn’t Flint, who was it? And is this the beginning of a mended friendship?
“We stopped all the internal bleeding. Healed the cuts as best as we could, but some will take longer than others. All her bones are fixed, and with a few days of rest she should be completely healed.”
“So she’s going to be okay?” I asked, still worried despite the long list of good things Pomfrey had just spouted. Jack didn’t look any more eased than me.
“She will be confused because of the concussion, and still be in a bit of pain, but other than that she’ll be fine after she rests a while longer.” Pomfrey explained with a smile.
I let out a small sigh of relief at that, only for my gut to clench as I asked the next question. “And the baby?” Her smile slipped slightly.
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