Chapter 3 : Blackout
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Okeydokey then. Chapter three is here. Enjoy!
Disclaimer- First things first, Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling. The quote Clio uses to describe her family (They’re cool to the point of not feeling anything at all) is adapted from S.E Hinton’s The Outsiders. We’re reading it in school, and I thought it summed up her family perfectly. No copyright infringement intended
A few days later, Lily and I were lying out on the grounds next to the lake during our free period. It was the day before the full moon, and I was really starting to feel its full effects. I was shivering periodically, even though it was a relatively warm day, and I was almost entirely drained of energy, yet I’ve found it impossible to sleep for the past two nights.
It took a lot of begging on my part to convince Lily to let me step foot outside our dormitory, not to mention the time I spent persuading her to let me go out on the grounds.
I leaned back into the cool grass and closed my eyes. It only took one word to ruin the comfortable and quiet peacefulness that had fallen over us.
That insufferable Potter was at it again. I opened one eye, and saw that Lily was wincing. I could practically see the wheels turning in her head, trying to decide whether or not she could somehow get rid of Potter without having to drag me all the way up to the castle.
The walk down here had me exhausted, and there was no way in hell I was getting up. She’d just have to leave me behind.
Lily decided on the “If-I-Ignore-Him-There’s-A-Small-Chance-He’ll-Go-Away” tactic. I could’ve told her right then and there it wasn’t going to work. My prediction was proved correct when the three of them, I suspect Lupin was in the Hospital Wing, settled down about twenty-five feet away from us.
Lily sighed deeply and sat up; trying very hard not to acknowledge the fact that Potter hadn’t taken his eyes off of her since they arrived.
“What makes you different from them?” she blurted out suddenly. She didn’t specify, but I knew she was talking about my family. I had often seen the question cross her face, but she’s never voiced it out loud. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to let my guard down and share a little insight into what makes me tick.
“Besides the obvious? They feel too little. All of them. My mother, my father, my brother, Boris, and my sisters, Blythe,” I hesitated. Years later, and speaking, sometimes even thinking of my oldest sister still frightened me, “and Irina. I, on the other hand, feel far too much, whereas they’re cool to the point of not feeling anything at all. ”
Lily nodded like she understood, and didn’t press me to elaborate. She knew by now that if I didn’t voluntarily offer more information, then she wasn’t going to get any.
I saw James and Sirius share a mildly surprised look. I know they don’t hold very high opinions of me, and quite frankly, I don’t care either way. I don’t like them either. (I might have edited my response a little. I knew that they could most likely hear me, them being animals and whatnot.)
We fell back into silence. This time, it was Lily who closed her eyes and me who stared absentmindedly into the churning surface of the lake.
I glanced over at Lily, and thought of a conversation we had months ago, during the first week back at school.
Already, James had done something stupid. I can’t recall quite what he did, but it was enough to seriously annoy Lily, even though it was probably a minor, trivial misdemeanor. We were up late that night, her ranting, and me listening to her rant.
Finally she calmed down enough to go to sleep, and right before she did, she had whispered, “The worst part is, I could love him. If I wasn’t so afraid.” I don’t think I was even supposed to hear that, so I never mentioned it. But I’ve been thinking about it ever since. Wondering why she would ever have to be afraid of loving James.
From what I can tell, James really does like her a lot, and I personally think they would work perfectly. But Lily would kill me before I could explain the reasoning behind my thoughts.
Besides, I don’t particularly believe in love anyway, at least for myself. Another thing that’s wrong with me. Aren’t teenaged girls supposed to be completely infatuated with the idea of love? But what is love?
Nothing. Love is nothing.
Yet, it has inspired wars. In the Muggle world that is. (Another stereotype. Just because I’m a pureblood, does not mean Muggle matters don’t interest me. It’s more than likely, but not necessarily true all the time.)
“Clio? It’s almost time to go back to class,” Lily said, jerking me out of my thoughts, “do you need me to take you to the hospital wing? Or are you going to Charms?” She whispered the last part, sneaking a glance at Potter and Black, who were collecting their things and watching us.
Surprisingly, Black hasn’t bothered me much today. Perhaps he’s preoccupied with something else. His newest fling?
“No, I don’t think I need to go to the hospital wing, but I’m skipping Charms today. It won’t kill me,” I almost broke under the look of disapproval Lily was giving me, “besides, skipping every once in a while is healthy.”
Lily shook her head, but let me be all the same.
I heard her hurry off towards the castle, and I smiled to myself. Lily always had to be at least five minutes early to every class. Something you could count on. Lily Evans was never late for her lessons.
I was only out for around fifteen minutes before my unusually optimistic mood turned south. The sun came out, bright and obnoxious, burning holes into my eyelids and threatening to give me a wicked sunburn.
I have a pale-to-the-point-where-I’m-practically-glowing complexion, and I burn easily. Yet I can’t keep a tan to save my life.
I sat up, and was immediately hit with vertigo. The world spun, and I closed my eyes, trying to fight off the unfamiliar and overwhelming sense of dizziness.
When the ground stopped tilting, I made another attempt at standing up, this time taking it a little slower. I managed to pull myself into a standing position.
Why couldn’t I have accepted Lily’s help? Merlin, someday my pride is going to get me into far worse predicaments than this. It’s one of my faults, along with arrogance, and a healthy dose of self-centeredness.
I would have rather lit myself on fire than make the long trek up to the castle. Just as quickly as the sun came up, it disappeared, and now it was chilly outside. It took a while, but eventually, I made it almost to the hospital wing.
I didn’t think it was possible, but I was even more exhausted than before.
The edges of my vision went black and fuzzy. All of a sudden, my legs couldn’t support my weight anymore. I stumbled, barely catching myself, and scraping my hands on the rough stone wall. Blood.
I vaguely remember thinking that the full moon was really going to fucking suck if I was injured going into it.
And then I blacked out.
I woke up thinking I was on a boat. I’m not even kidding. I opened my eyes, and let out the breath I didn’t even know I was holding.
“Aw. That’s sweet. She mistook Padfoot for his brother.”
Padfoot? Padfoot. Who’s Padfoot? I had feeling that Padfoot is bad. Bad news. If only I could remember who Padfoot was……
“Regulus,” I insisted, floating in between consciousness and unconsciousness. I struggled to sit up, only to find that I wasn’t sitting. I wasn’t even on the ground. I was being carried by someone. Regulus.
“Sorry to break it to you, love, but I’m much better looking than Regulus.”
Padfoot. Regulus. Brother.
Padfoot and Regulus are brothers?
But that can’t be. Regulus’ brother is-
“Dammit, Black! Put me down,” I hissed struggling even more. My eyes were clearing. I could quite plainly see that it was Sirius carrying me. He was wearing that arrogant smirk that was almost always plastered to his mouth.
I wasn’t expecting for the idiot to flat out drop me.
Let me just get something straight. Sirius Black is almost six feet tall. Being dropped, almost thrown, on the stone floor of Hogwarts is enough to knock the air out of anyone.
And so I laid there, curled up in a semi-fetal position, shell-shocked and gasping for air. Not my finest moment. Black crouched over me, eyebrows raised. His swirling, slightly amused gray eyes bored into my electric blue ones.
I hate him.
“Now,” he said slowly, “I’m going to pick you back up. Please refrain from making me drop you again. It looks like that just might be the thing to finish you off. I’m going to assume that your silence means that you agree?”
“Or that she still can’t breathe,” Potter added cheerfully.
I swallowed my pride and allowed Black to pick me back up. I figured that he could probably get me to the Hospital Wing faster than if I tried to get there on my own. Plus, the risk of passing out again was minimal.
Potter pushed open the doors, and held them while Black walked in, letting my head hit the doorway.
“Oh, dear,” Madame Pomfrey said, eyes going wide as she looked at me.
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