Surviving Love

Chapter Seven

Losing Hope

As soon as Violet collected herself, she Apparated straight outside the wards at Hogwarts. She quickly rushed into the castle. Upon entering she headed straight to the Hospital Ward, not stopping until she burst through the doors. At her entrance, all heads swung in her direction. She looked around, her gaze soon landing on Harry, lying in a bed, unconscious. At the sight of his pale face, she gasped, instantly moving to his side. Taking his hand, she looked at the others gathered around. All wore various expressions of worry and concern. Violet's eyes locked with Grace's.

"I got your letter. What happened?" she asked.

"We don't know. One second he was flying around laughing and the next he was falling off his broom. If Draco hadn't been there, Harry would have hit the ground. Draco brought him in and he's been in and out of consciousness all day. Madame Pomfrey is running tests right now but so far there hasn't been much change," Grace concluded tearfully. Violet nodded as her gaze went to Draco, who was holding a tearful Hermione in his arms, soothing the girl. His eyes met Violet's and she saw the worry in them. She smiled softly at him.

"Thank you for saving him, Dray. Who knows what would have happened?" she said, swallowing back tears. She had to be strong and think of a way to help Harry.

"Vi?" a hoarse whisper questioned. Her eyes widened and darted to clash with bleary green ones.

"Harry. You're awake. Oh thank goodness. How do you feel?" she asked tightening her grip on his hand.

"Like someone hit me over the head but other than that I'm fine." He slowly sat up. "I'm glad you're back but I'm sorry that you had to worry." He reached up and gently cupped her cheek, wiping away the tears that were silently trailing down her face.
"Oh, Harry, I was so scared," she whispered as she sank on the bed next to him. He quickly wrapped his arms around her, one hand rubbing soothing circles on her back, as she quietly sobbed into his shoulder. He gently pressed his lips to her head. They sat like that for a few minutes before the others drew closer, each wanting to check on Harry. He looked up and smiled at them.

"I'm okay guys. I guess I just fainted. I've been feeling a little under the weather," he lied smoothly in an attempt to ease their fears. Violet's eyes pierced him and he knew that she didn't believe him. He knew she would want to question him. At that moment, Madame Pomfrey bustled in.

"Oh, good, you're awake. How do you feel, dear? The tests show that you had a bit of fever and were overworked, so I'll give you some potions and you have to stay the night, but you should be free to go tomorrow morning."

"Thank you and I do feel a little under the weather." Harry took the potions and drank them quickly, shuddering at the taste. Sighing, he closed his eyes, leaning back against the pillows, taking Violet with him. She curled into him and held him close as he drifted off to sleep.

"Well he should be fine now so off with the rest of you. Miss Velocity, you can stay since it seems he won't be releasing you anytime soon. Everyone else out. The poor boy needs his rest." The others shuffled out murmuring their goodbyes. Madame Pomfrey bid her goodnight and left turning off the lights as she went. Violet lay there, her eyes filling with tears as she slowly accepted her fate.

xXx

The next morning dawned bright and beautiful. Harry had already been awake for a half hour just watching Violet sleep. Her long thick lashes barely brushed her cheeks. She murmured something and moved closer to him, her arm tightening around his waist. He smiled and gently brushed her hair back before placing a light kiss on her forehead. Her lashes quivered before they rose to reveal a pair of violet eyes that never failed to make him breathless.

"Good morning," he whispered.

"Good morning," she replied, reaching up a hand to brush back the bangs that had fallen in his eyes. He grabbed her hand and pressed it to his cheek, reveling at the contact. He smiled down at her before quickly leaning in for a kiss. Afterwards, Violet sat up and looked around.

"Come on. Everyone will be excited to see you up and about. I'll go get Madame Pomfrey so she can check you over." She stood and walked to the office. Soon, Madame Pomfrey was bustling around, making sure Harry was fit enough to leave. Once she had checked him over and deemed him fit to leave, Violet and Harry made their way to the Great Hall. Upon entering, they were instantly spotted by their group of friends, who all rushed over to Harry immediately. In order to talk without the whole hall listening in, they went to an unused classroom. Violet transfigured some desks into comfy chairs and they all sat down, Harry pulling Violet onto his lap. She instantly snuggled down against him and motioned for their friends to start talking.

"How are you feeling?"Ron asked.

"Are you okay?" Marie asked a second later.

"I was so worried," Hermione started.

"Whoa guys, one at a time," Harry said, "I'm fine and I'm sorry you worried but it was just a fever."

"I knew you boys were flying too high. You should have come down sooner," Hermione scolded. She turned and smacked Draco on the arm. "You should have known better than to provoke Harry into flying that high." Malfoy looked at her, before huffing and settling deeper into his chair. Harry chuckled at the display before turning to Grace.

"I hear that you're the one who informed Violet. Thank you for that." He smiled at her and she blushed slightly.

"You asked for her and we didn't know how serious it was so I thought it best to inform her," she replied. They all sat there in silence for a while before Hermione spoke up.

"Well I'm sure Harry is tired and we have to do homework so we should let him rest and get busy."

"Oh 'Mione come on. It's early Sunday. Do we need to start homework?" Ron complained.

"Yes Ronald. Now come on everyone. We'll see Harry back to the tower and then we can go to the library." With much groaning about homework and bossy friends, the group made its way to Gryffindor Tower. Once there the group bid Harry and Violet farewell and departed to the library.

"Are you coming with me?" Harry asked Violet.

"Actually I have to get back. I have to work today. I came to make sure that you were okay. But we'll still write."

"Well, then I'll see you when we meet again. Hopefully it'll be soon." He leaned in and gave her a sweet goodbye kiss. When their lips parted, Violet waved and quickly made her way to the Entrance Hall.

xXx

She was halfway there when a hand grabbed her and snatched her into an unused classroom. Before she could react, she was pressed against a wall, soon followed by a body pressed against hers. Her eyes widened as she looked up to see her captor. Violet eyes clashed with hungry blue.

"Well hello princess. Did you rush over here to save your handsome prince?" he whispered in her ear as his body pressed even closer to hers. Violet felt a shudder pass through her at his nearness. Despite the circumstances, she felt a glimmer of attraction to the man who held her powerless.

"You bastard. What did you do to him?!"

"Uh uh uh. Now now dear let's not raise our voice. You wouldn't want anyone to hear us now would you? So you're wondering about Mr. Potter's sudden illness are you? Let me explain. It's fascinating really. You see this was the initial step. It seems like a normal fever but really I tapped into his magic core. Now anytime I deem necessary I can disrupt his magic and basically wreck havoc on his body. And we all know what an overflow of magic can do to a person yes?" He leaned closer and his eyes took on a deranged glow. "Instant death." Violet gasped and struggled against him, hate filling her eyes. "Don't struggle princess. There's nothing you can do. I own you," he whispered, his voice sending a chill down her spine at the pure lust and malice it contained. In a flash, Violet jerked her knee up and struck him in the groin. He grunted and let go as he hit the ground, trying to protect himself. Violet leaned down, grabbed his hair, and jerked him around to meet her gaze.

"You might own me but know this; I will never be a willing slave. Everything you take from me; remember that I do this for him and him alone. You mean nothing." And with that she released him and strode out the door.