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Chapter Eleven

The Starting Point

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardary

Mutinous.

Disbelief.

Anguish.

Hate.

Grief.

Anger.

Hopelessness.

Sadness.

Regret.

Darkness.

Silence.

Dizziness.

Nausea.

Strange Voices.

Panic.

Vomiting.

Horrified.

Brightness.

Convulsion.

A gritty young brown-haired woman jerked violently off a familiar yet not so familiar hospital bed.

"Restringere," The rather ancient mediwitch yelled as she pointed her wand at the stranger yet the young woman convulsed harder. "Cessare!"

After realizing that magic was worsening the convulsions, the mediwitch pushed the smaller woman onto the bed.

The tiny aging mediwitch was no match for the agile young woman.

The woman continued to convulse violently. Her chocolate brown eyes rolling round and round.

"Grab her shoulders." The struggling mediwitch ordered the young pale man observing the scene with concerned curiosity, "Now, Mr. Malfoy."

On the verge of indignant, he chastised. "Madame Cancridae, that is not appropriate behavior for the Head,"

Madame Cancridae interrupted him. "Mr. Malfoy, I do not give a Hippogriff's arse what is appropriate or not for the Head Boy. This woman is injured severely as it is. I need her restrained before she kills herself and perhaps us. As you have seen magic will not work and I am not physically strong enough. You must restrain her!"

The young woman continued to convulse.

Sparks of red and gold began to illuminate out of her pores as she convulsed harder.

Madame Cancridae gasped in shock then screamed in panic, "Mr. Malfoy!"

The Head Boy lunged toward the strange woman in the attempt to stop the convulsions.

He pinned her shoulders down with frightful force, straining against both the convulsions, and sparks. The woman continued convulsing yet the colors changed from red and gold to crimson blood red and green with twinges of gold and silver glitter.

He placed a knee near her hip on the bed in order to give him more advantage. The convulsions slowed, but the sparks sped up.

The ancient mediwitch stood transfixed and terrified.

He leveled a cool disbelieving look at her before he ordered. "Madame Cancridae! Fetch Professor Slughorn! He will know what to do!"

Madame Cancridae ran urgently out of the Hospital Wing heeding the Head Boy's advice.

"Senile bitch." He muttered under his breath as he looked over his shoulder to the empty doorway." He began to talk to the convulsing stranger. "Look, Miss, this must end, because it is highly improper even though, you are quite pretty, which makes this even the more improper." He paused before he firmly declared. "You must awake this instant. You have my word that I am a Malfoy. I always get what I want.

"Mudblood bitch!"

"I'm a Malfoy. I always get what I want!"

"I'm a Malfoy. I always win!"

"Granger, at the end of each and every day, I always knew you and scar head were right. You saved me. You have my word, I will save you."

"DRACO!" The woman named Hermione Granger bloodcurdling screamed as she returned to consciousness, however once she recognized the pale white blond man whom had her pinned down, she lost that consciousness.