Selena Black

Chapter 7: The Mauraders map.

Chapter 7: The marauders map.

Chelbell2016:

Selena's POV:　

Madam Pomfrey insisted on keeping Harry and I in the hospital wing for the rest of the weekend. We didn't argue or complain, but we wouldn't let her throw away the shattered remnants of our Nimbus Two Thousands. we knew we are being stupid, knew that they were beyond repair, but we couldn't help it; he felt as though he'd lost one of his best friends.

We had a stream of visitors, all intent on cheering us up. Hagrid sent us a bunch of earwiggy flowers that looked like yellow cabbages, and Ginny Weasley, blushing furiously, turned up with a get-well card she had made herself, which sang shrilly unless Harry kept it shut under his bowl of fruit. The Gryffindor team visited again on Sunday morning, this time accompanied by Wood, who told Harry (in a hollow, dead sort of voice) that he didn't blame him in the slightest.

Ron and Hermione left our bedside only at night- But nothing anyone said or did could make me feel any better, because they knew only half of what was troubling me.

We hadn't told anyone about the Grim, not even Ron -and Hermione, because we knew Ron would panic and Hermione would scoff. The fact remained, however, that it had now appeared twice, and both appearances had been followed by near-fatal accidents; the first time, Harry had nearly been run over by the Knight Bus; the second, we had both fallen fifty feet from a broomstick. Was the Grim going to haunt Harry until he actually died? Was he going to spend the rest of his life looking over his shoulder for the beast?

But I didn't get how I sensed familiarity with it.

And then there were the dementors. Everyone said the dementors were horrible, but no one else collapsed every time they went near one. No one else heard echoes in their head of someone they barely know.

The voice I heard. There's only one person who it could belong to. But he wasn't innocent. Was he?

*Selena Black*  

It was a relief to return to the noise and bustle of the main school on Monday, where we are forced to think about other things, eve', if he had to endure Draco Malfoys taunting. Malfoy was almost beside himself with glee at Gryffindor's defeat. He had finally taken off his bandages, and celebrated having the full use of both arms again by doing spirited imitations of Harry and I falling off our brooms.

Malfoy spent much of their next Potions class doing dementor imitations across the dungeon; Ron finally cracked and flung a large, slippery crocodile heart at Malfoy, which hit him in the face and caused Snape to take fifty points from Gryffindor.

"If Snape's teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts again, I'm skiving off," said Ron as they headed toward Lupin's classroom after lunch. "Check who's in there, Hermione."

Hermione peered around the classroom door.

"It's okay!"

Professor Lupin was back at work. It certainly looked as though he had been ill. His old robes were hanging more loosely on him and there were dark shadows beneath his eyes; nevertheless, he smiled at the class as they took their seats, and they burst at once into an explosion of complaints about Snape's behavior while Lupin had been ill.

"It's not fair, he was only filling in, why should he give us homework?"

"We don't know anything about werewolves two rolls of parchment!"

"Did you tell Professor Snape we haven't covered them yet?" Lupin asked, frowning slightly.

The babble broke out again.