Gerard sat up in his bed, nibbling at a piece of chocolate as Tyler and Josh did similarly on the end of his bed. The Slytherin and Gryffindor were assistants in the hospital wing, due to their interest (or, rather Tyler's interest) in the potential future of being a healer and Madame Pomfrey needing assistance with her age.

"It's the closest thing to being a doctor." Tyler's legs kicked under the bed as he spoke, "My parents always hoped that I'd do something like that... Plus, magic makes it more enjoyable than the muggle version."

"You'd see me enough with quidditch related injuries." Josh joked, earning a playful nudge from Tyler.

Gerard just bit at his chocolate quietly. He still felt emotionally drained, even two days after the attack. Frank hadn't visited him, but he should have known better than to hope for that. Frank didn't care about him like he used to...

"Need anymore chocolate, Gerard?" Josh asked, making the Hufflepuff look up at the sound of his name.

"I'm good." Gerard declined, forcing a smile.

"Need a hug?" Tyler offered, extending his arms and making grabby motions with his hands.

"No thanks, Tyler."

"I, however, accept." Josh grinned as he leaned into his boyfriend's arms and squeezed him tightly. When the two pulled apart, they had the biggest smiles on their faces. Gerard felt his heart tear at how much that simple action made him think of Frank.

"We should go check on Ryan." Tyler said, sliding himself off Gerard's bed. He looked over at the Hufflepuff. "Sure you're good?"

"Sure." Gerard broke out his fake smile once again, earning a nod from the Slytherin. Tyler grabbed Josh's wrist and pulled him from the sheltered bed.

Their next destination wasn't Ryan's bed, however. Tyler pulled Josh to a space just a few beds away from Gerard and pulled out his wand. "Accio curtains!" He whispered, bringing said object close enough to cast a spell that made them circle himself and Josh. He had to think for a moment before reciting the spell he knew to keep a conversation private from prying ears.

Josh had a confused look on his face. "What's up?"

Tyler pursed his lips, sticking them out to the side. He let his foot tap against the stone floor as bubbles of thoughts floated across his mind.

"Ty?" Josh frowned, "Hey, give me a hiss or something, snake boy."

Tyler's eyes shifted immediately up to Josh. "I'm just getting bugged about something Spencer said and Gerard's behavior." He admitted, softly.

"Gerard just got attacked by a dementor, Ty, cut him some slack."

"Even before the dementor!" Tyler argued before looking down at the ground, "Spencer always talks about something Frank failed to do... A gift or something..."

"I don't understand how this is relevant." Josh said with a perplexed expression.

Tyler huffed in frustration, "Neither do I! I'm not a bloody Ravenclaw for a reason!.." His tone softened, "I just want to try and understand in order to help my friends..."

Josh stepped up to Tyler, pressing his hand against the Slytherin's cheek. "It'll get sorted out." Josh promised as Tyler looked up at him with watery eyes, "Some things just take time, alright? As much as it sucks to not take action, you gotta give it time."

"It's already been so much time." Tyler whispered, "Now we have students being poisoned in methods that no one here knows or knows how to treat and unforgivable curses..."

"The Quinn and Fuentes kids are at St Mungo's. They'll know what to do." Josh brought his other hand up so that he was holding both sides of Tyler's face, "We just need to focus on helping here, and staying alive. Can you do that?.. For me?"

Tyler reached up, sliding his hand along Josh's before holding it in his grip. He sniffled, but smiled at the Gryffindor. "For you and me."

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Frank sat alone in his dorm. Brendon was doing who knows what, Spencer was off studying with Melanie and a Ravenclaw, and Tyler was up helping in the hospital wing.

Frank was alone.

Despite Mikey healing his nose, there was still a soreness to it. His fingers rubbed against it, lightly, as he stared down at his bedding. He still didn't fully understand why Mikey had punched him. The kid had always seemed fairly easy to get along with...

Something about the holiday... Frank shut his eyes tightly, trying to focus on remembering. What had happened at the holiday?..

You were all he talked about over break. He was so excited to get back and see you. He was ecstatic to hear you enjoyed his present to you...

Frank could hardly remember even opening presents... What had he done over the break?

He reached up, grabbing fistfuls of hair in each hand. His eyes snapped open as a cry of frustration escaped his lips.

Why couldn't he remember!?

"Did someone hex me or something?.." Frank asked the empty air around him. He sighed, letting himself fall backwards onto his pillows. "Holidays... The little gold box..."

The memory of his hand holding the box flashed over his thoughts. He bolted upright with widened eyes. It wasn't opened yet; why hadn't he opened it yet?

He looked frantically on either side of his bed. Where had he hidden it?

"Drawer!" He cried out before lunging towards his bedside drawer. He ended up propelling himself off the bed completely.

He ignored the pain that spread from where he landed on his elbow in order to push himself to his knees. He roughly tugged the dresser drawer open, letting his eyes scan over its contents.

In the back corner, partially concealed by loose parchment, was the box that sparked another image to cross over Frank's thoughts.

"Promise you won't open until Christmas?"

Frank shook his head before reaching for the box. He grabbed it and pulled it close, almost cradling it in his grip. The golden paper shined in the torch light, reflecting Frank's face. It was such a small package, but why was it still so perfectly wrapped? Why hadn't he opened it?..

He didn't wait any longer. He pulled at the black ribbon before tearing at the paper. Inside was a textured black box. Frank dropped the wrapping as he looked at the box. His brow furrowed and his head tilted to the side. He slowly grabbed the box's lid and lifted it up.

Immediately under the lid was a small note with Gerard's handwriting scribbled across it. Frank brought the box closer to his face to read it.

Use 'Engorgio'

"Engorgio?.." Frank repeated softly to himself in question. Wasn't that an enlarging charm?

Frank removed the note and flipped it in his hand to find more of Gerard's handwriting.

Frank,

Merry Christmas! It took me while to get my hands on this (let alone hide it in a way you wouldn't expect) but I knew from the second I saw it that you'd love it.

I can't wait to see you fly again.

Frank turned back to the box, his eyes growing wide. Inside the box was a small broom. It wasn't just any broom, though, it was a firebolt supreme. Frank lifted the small broom out of the box with disbelief. This was one of, if not, the fastest brooms on the market. His father had talked about convincing his team to invest in some after playing the Bulgarian National Quidditch team, who had one for each player.

Frank never imagined that he would be holding one in his hand.

Frank actually shook as he dropped the contents of his hand that wasn't holding the broom. He used his now empty hand to pat his bed for his wand. Use Engorgio echoed over Frank's thoughts until he was able to find his wand.

"E-engorgio!" He cast the charm as he whipped his wand around his body. He had to set the broom down on the ground as it began to grow in size. Frank felt like he could pass out just watching it.

Within seconds, a full sized Firebolt Supreme was in front of him.

Frank was in complete awe. Gerard couldn't afford this; his father was a professional quidditch player, and he couldn't afford this! How in the hell had Gerard gotten his hands on one? Let alone give it to Frank.

Tears weilded in Frank's eyes. It had been months since Frank and Gerard had talked about his reason for abandoning flying. They always avoided that subject when they talked after the day on the quidditch field. Yet, somehow, Gerard remembered and cared enough to do this.

Somehow, however, he had hurt the Hufflepuff. It was evident on everyone's face and in everyone's tone. How could he hurt someone who cared enough about him to do this.

"Gerard..." Frank spoke his name with a shakey breath. What had he done?

Frank shot up to his feet, ignoring the dizzy feeling in his head that came with the sudden movement. He ran from the dorm and into the common room. It was fairly empty except for Hayley and Jamia, who appeared to be reading over a copy of the daily prophet.

"Why so sweaty?" Hayley asked with the curious tilt of her head.

Frank just shook his head before running towards the common room entrance. Jamia and Hayley exchanged confused glances before they turned back to Frank.

"Where's the fire?"

"Are you alright?"

Frank ignored them. He had to understand. He needed answers. He actually needed to talk to Gerard.

Running up the stairs was cut short by a pain in Frank's head. He cried out, reaching up to grab his head as his foot caught one of the stone steps. He tripped, but he couldn't feel the impact over the pain in his head. He gasped as a memory flashed over his mind.

A pink filter covered the image of himself admiring... Jamia?

Frank shook his head as his surroundings came back into view. What the hell was Jamia doing in his head?

What the hell was happening to him?

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A/N~ literally just finished & didn't edit, I apologize for mistakes that may have occurred