Are You Sleeping Safe?..
Pete and Patrick sat in the hospital wing with quiet giggles. Pete had suffered a potions mishap while Patrick had just decided to sit with him. Patrick sat with his knees against his chest at the end of the bed. Pete sat with criss crossed legs in front of him.
"You never understand my muggle references." Patrick shook is head, "You would never get the flirting."
"Okay, well, give me your best muggle pick up line." Pete spoke with a layer of confidence, presuming he would understand his boyfriend's attempts to flirt. "I'll give you my best magic one."
Patrick rolled his eyes, but nodded. He quietly considered for a moment before turning to Pete. "Okay. Are you from Tennessee? 'Cuz you're the only ten I see." Just for emphasis, Patrick pointed finger guns at Pete before giggling.
"Wait, what's Tennessee?" Pete asked, causing Patrick to laugh harder. "I've never been good at places! Shut it!"
"Doesn't matter." Patrick let out one last giggle before regaining his composure. "Give me a magic one, go on, you fancy pure blood."
Pete nodded, letting a smirk cross over his face. "Hey, I know you're a Hufflepuff and I'm a Gryffindor, but do you mind if I... Slytherin to your pants?" He finished with a wink, successfully causing Patrick to redden like a tomato and squeal in embarrassment.
Pete laughed loudly, falling back on his pillows. Patrick was about to sputter something out, but a rumbling sound stopped him before he could start. The two boys looked at each other an instant before the room began to shake. Patrick cried out, scrambling to get to Pete's side of the bed.
Torched wiggled out of their holders and popped out. They thudded against the floor, sending small embers spreading across the stone tiles.
"What's happening!?" Patrick cried out, fearfully.
Pete didn't have a chance to reply before curtains were zooming towards their bed. Both boys held each other as the room was hidden from them by the curtains. A loud exclamation filled the air before a clattering sound echoed.
"Who was that!?" Pete exclaimed as he held onto Patrick tightly.
Neither boy had time to respond before a familiar voice yelled something that echoed off the walls. Pete's eyes dropped immediately, while Patrick slumped against his hold. A tiredness had set in so fast, there was just no time to fight it. Before Pete knew what was happening, his head was slumped down and he was out.
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Frank was still down on the steps, attempting to recover from the strange, pink, and hazy memory when the castle began to shake. He gripped the stairs in front of him, tightly, eyes opening wide. Were they having an earthquake!?
Torches rattled in their holders , even as the shaking began to soothe. Frank stayed perfectly still until the shaking came to a complete hault. It was only then that he pushed himself up to his feet. He had never experienced something like that in the castle before.
"Frank? Are you alright?"
Frank spun around to see Jamia hurrying up the stairs. A look of fear covered her face as she looked up at him.
"Jamia?.." Frank questioned, seeing the image that had hazily appeared float over his mind once again. His eyes narrowed at her. "You..."
"Frank, you probably have questions-" Jamia began, but Frank cut her off.
"Did you do something?" Frank demanded, bringing his hand up and entangling his fingers in his grown out hair. "I have... Gaps? Yet, somehow, a picture of you popped up."
Jamia haulted on the steps, just feet away from Frank. "I can explain." She spoke in a voice so soft that Frank could barely hear it.
He shook his head, "What did you do?" He repeated, shutting his eyes tightly as another pain shot through his head.
"I fucked up, Frank." Jamia spoke quickly, "I-I was blinded by the ideals I was raised with and got caught up in their plans-"
"What plans!?" Frank cut her off again with a yell, yanking his hand down from his hair. "I don't understand!"
Jamia opened her mouth to speak, but her eyes widened as they glanced up past Frank. Without words, her wand slid into her hand and pointed at Frank.
"Protego Totalum!"
Frank felt as if a warm blanket hand wrapped around him before Jamia was tackling him to the ground. Before he could protest, or let out an exclamation of pain, her hand slammed against his mouth. He shot her a glare, but she was only looking fearfully up at the higher level of the stairs.
"You won't remember," She whispered, looking down at him, "but my mother manipulated yours. She used your mother for information and impossible attempts to bring back the dark lord. You remember her work as an Auror?"
Frank muttered something against her hand, which she deemed as enough of a response to continue.
"Your mum was important, but her connections were almost equally important. She worked with both professors Longbottom and Howell before they all moved on from the Auror offices..." Jamia whispered, "Unfortunately, I think my mum's found a way into this place through them since I told her I wouldn't help her anymore..."
Frank had confusion written on his face as he looked up at her. What the bloody hell was going on? He reached up and forced her hand away from his mouth. "What. Did. You. Do. To. Me?" He questioned, articulating every word.
Jamia avoided Frank's eye. "I gave you a love potion in the liquorice wands you got for Christmas." She admitted, shutting her eyes tightly. "Mum said I needed to be the one to distract you, in case you caught onto your mum's strange behavior. If I didn't intervene, I would ruin everything for them..." She shuddered, but Frank felt anger boiling inside of him.
"You gave me a fucking love potion!?" He demanded; his words grew in volume as his sentence neared completion. Is that what Mikey had meant? Was that the big thing that had happened?
Jamia flinched, but nodded ashamedly. "I thought it would-"
"You obviously weren't thinking!" Frank spat, his thoughts whirling a thousand miles a minute. "I actually hurt Gerard..."
"I know, and I'm so so sorry. I saw, I know, that's why I stopped." Jamia insisted, "You can hate me all you want, but you need to listen to me! The school isn't safe right now."
Frank shook his head. "No. I need to see the Hufflepuff I hurt because of you." With that, he pushed himself up and turned away from her. He started up the stairs, despite the protests he could hear from Jamia. He didn't want to hear it. He was so pissed that she had done that to him. There was a feeling of emptiness that swept that feeling away, thinking about Gerard. He had to be so upset with him... The anger refilled him and his pace quickened.
When he reached the top of the stairs, that feeling was swept away, once again, replaced by uneasiness. The feeling outside of the great hall was strange. Frank looked up and down the hall, surprised to see a body collapsed on the stairs leading to the other house towers.
"Hey!" Frank quickly made his way over to the body and knelt down next to it. He lightly gripped their arm to turn them around, because they had been laying face down. It was a girl wearing Ravenclaw colors with long, dark hair. She looked familiar, but Frank couldn't place her name. Frank called out to her, but her eyes were shut and her breathing was slow and steady, as if she was sleeping.
Frank looked around again, but he was surprisingly alone, except for the unconscious Ravenclaw, in the area. Frank looked back down at her. He couldn't just leave her on the stairs. He adjusted himself in a way that he could drape the girl's arm around his shoulder and support her weight in order to carry her. It was a bit difficult, but Frank was able to carry her to the hospital wing.
"Help!" Frank exclaimed as he limped into the large room while supporting the Ravenclaw, "Anyone?"
The hospital wing was silent. Not even the sounds of Madame Pomfrey bustling around in the distance were audible. Frank was unsure what to do at the lack of response. He ended up maneuvering the Ravenclaw girl onto the nearest bed.
"Hello?" He called out again, looking around with a worried concern. "Is anyone here?.."
Frank's eyes stopped on a curtained bed near him. Gerard was still in here. Frank acted on the thought before he could consciously register it. He found himself just outside of the curtained bed with quickened breaths.
"I can explain everything." He said as he reached put to pull the curtains away to reveal the bed and occupant, "Gerard, please give me a chance..." With that, he shut his eyes and ripped the curtain open.
There was no response.
Frank opened his eye to be met by disappointment. Gerard's friend, Patrick, was slumped and leaning on his boyfriend, Pete. Both boys were unconscious and unresponsive to Frank calling out their names. Frank hesitated to hold his hand out under Patrick's nose, feeling a slight relief at the warm push of air that brushed against his fingers.
They were alive, at least. They were just really out of it, for some reason?..
Frank bit his lip, turning to look back at the Ravenclaw he had brought into the room. What the hell was going on?
"Gerard!?" Frank yelled, quickly moving to stand in the middle of the room. "Gerard!"
Frank pulled his wands from his robes, looking between the other curtained beds. He pointed the wand at each of them, not speaking as he flicked them to the side, revealing each bed one by one to be empty.
Gerard wasn't here.
Where the hell was Gerard!?
"Frank!"
Frank spun around, still holding out his wand, as Jamia slid into the doorway of the hospital wing. Frank's eyes narrowed distrustingly at her.
"Where is he?"
Jamia shook her head, "I don't know, Frank, but I know that we're not safe here."
"If Gerard's gone then he's not safe either!" Frank yelled, keeping his wand pointed at Jamia. "He was supposed to be here."
Jamia held her hands up. "How am I supposed to know?!" She exclaimed, "Frank, I only knew parts of my parents plan, but Gerard was never part of it-"
Frank tugged at a chunk of his hair. His head was beginning to hurt again. He didn't want to listen to Jamia. He wanted to be explaining himself to Gerard.
"Frank, please, maybe he was transferred to St. Mungo's." Jamia attempted to reason, softly. "You need to trust me."
"You had me under a love potion," Frank hissed through gritted teeth, still holding a fistful of his hair, "for Merlin knows how long, and you want me to trust you?"
Jamia looked down, defeated. She couldn't ask that after what she had done. Even if she hadn't done that, they had never been on decent enough terms for him to trust her...
"I need to find him." Frank said, dropping his hand from his head. The pain was fading, but his anger lingered.
As he moved past Jamia, unsure where he was even going to start looking, the boy he was looking for was sitting out by the forbidden forest. Frank had no idea, but he was correct in knowing Gerard wasn't safe; if only he could get to the Hufflepuff first.
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A/N~ I'm sorry this was late, guys, it's been a very stressed week <3
~Skittles Out~
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