Invisible

Invisible

Chapter One

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"Ella! For god’s sake wake up!" a voice cracks through the air like lightning, shattering the quiet blackness that surrounded me.

I try to open my eyes, I really do. But it’s terribly hard. Finally, after my struggle with an invisible Demon-Eye-Closer-Thing my eyelids open to reveal a blurry sight. The floor below me is cold and hard, not like the warm carpet in the Gryffindor common room, or the hard oak floor in my dorm.

Sitting up slightly, someone pushes my down before I can get far, "You need to lay down and rest." It is Colin, I groan. Well, on the bright side I hid his camera last weeks so he can’t take pictures to haunt me this time. Of course, he’ll probably find it behind Potter’s chair that he always sits in. I’m cruel, but I’m trying to help Colin get over being obsessed with Potter.

"What the hell happened?" usually my use of language would make Ginny scowl and Colin laugh. Not this time. With a shock I realize this is serious. Most of the Great Hall is silent.

Aha! Now my eyes are clearer. Now I can see. Oh gosh, how I wish they were closed again. Gryffindors are staring at me, heck, some Slytherins too. Actually, the Slytherins are more of smirking but oh well.

Even the ‘Trio’ as many have come to call them are here. Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. Ginny is there too, too worried about me to notice she’s next to Potter.

I guess I’m not invisible anymore. Must be loosing my touch.

My head hurts, pounding with pain is more like it. I run my hand over it and I feel a wet, sticky substance. Blood. Now I’m mad. I want to know what happened to me.

Seeing the look on my face, Ginny quickly says, "Just wait, Ella. Madam Pomfrey is coming and Dumbledore has already sent for the Ministry."

Madam Pomfrey? Dumbledore? The Ministry of bloody Magic? I look around for a face that isn’t shocked. No such luck, I take a glance at Ron Weasley. His eyes are full on concern, he’s quite cu—hold on, this is so not the time.

This time when I sit up I do not heed to Ginny pushing me down again. Everyone is staring at me, wondering who I am probably. Nosy people. I glare. I am NOT an animal in the zoo that you can gawk at all day! If only I had the courage to see these words out loud.

Not today, I won’t stand for gawking Scar Heads, I open my mouth to say what I think but Colin slides his hand over it. My words come out as muffled silence, "Yes, we know. Just shut it. You need to lay down, you just got stu—" he becomes quiet under Ginny’s gaze, praticaly daring him to go on.

"I got stunned?" it sounds more like I’m stating a fact then asking a question. Mind you, getting stunned would explain my horrible headache. I must’ve hit the ground.

"Yes, you’ll be all right," Harry said, sounding like a ‘leader’. The Gryffindors beamed at him. He’s arrogant, no one thinks so except for me. No, I’m not a jealous Slytherin, it’s just more people deserve attention then him, "You got stunned. But you’re all right."

Hmph. Well, forget that Potter, "I know I’m all right, I wouldn’t be sitting up scowling if I wasn’t."

Hermione Granger tutted as though I didn’t know what I was talking about. I smiled when Ron Weasley sniggered though, trying to cover up his laughter.

Through the small crowd of people around me I can see someone laying on the ground tied up and unconscious. There’s a girl shaking her head looking near to tears by him. I gasp quietly. It’s a 5th year Ravenclaw, by the name of Jerry Moon, or at least I think it is. I’m not 100% sure.

"Oh god." I put my head in my hands, getting more blood on my fingers. Last week Jerry Moon was tutoring—well, more like torturing me, it’s a matter of opinion--in Transfiguration class.

"It’s okay." Someone pats me on the back sympathetically thinking that it’s my head that hurts. Wonder if it’s Ron....Further more, I wonder why I care if it’s that insufferable git.

"I-I need to owl someone." I did, I needed to owl my friend who graduated from Hogwarts this year. I’d been trying to get the time to for a week. But what I really wanted was to get away from all these people. At the time I thought it was a brilliant excuse.

But Madam Pomfrey was here, "No, Ms. Mayer, you’ve just been stunned and almost cracked open your skull almost cracked open. Owls can wai—"

"No, really, I need to—"

Ginny looked down at me, remarkably resembling Mrs. Weasley, "Didn’t you hear Madam Pomfrey? Owls. Can. Wait."

I sighed, as stubborn as I may be years of experience taught me not to argue with Virginia Weasley.

Being magicked onto a stretcher I fight tooth and nail with Pomfrey saying I can walk perfectly fine, earning more stares from the remaining people in the Great Hall. I can’t believe it, the kids in the Great Hall are giggling! Giggling I tell you! They think this is an elaborate joke. Stupid children, you do not joke about the Dark Arts at a time like the one we live in.

Colin and Ginny are by my side whispering words of comfort. The sentiment touches me, it really does. Weird, I always thought that it was a waste of time to ask someone who’s just been stunned if their all right, now I see the reason behind it.

I didn’t really hear people at the Great Hall question who I was. Undoubtedly the ‘smart’ ones were thinking I was a spy of some sort sent by the Dark Lord. I find that quite insulting. Of course, I wasn’t listening. Madam Pomfrey had already directed me to a bed.

"Drink up," Pomfrey smiled, "This may taste nasty."

Taking the goblet off of her I drank deeply, it tasted nice, sort of like oranges and strawberries, with a dash of sugar…maybe some weird ginger too, funny, I never remember ginger being included in the Sleeping Draught. My eyelids felt heavy and I layed down on the soft bed. Someone pulled the blankets up off of my and I drifted into a deep, comfortable sleep.

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