I was lying in a bed in the hospital wing. The curtains are up. I really don’t remember getting here. Awkward. I felt like running, yet I had been strapped down to the bed. Weird. I looked down at my restraints, and saw that one of my arms was bandaged up.

What the hell happened last night? My foot hurts, my arm is bandaged, I’m strapped into the bed and I’m in the hospital wing. Oww, my head hurts too. Okay, this just gets weirder and weirder.

As I lay in bed, I tried hard to remember everything, but failed.

Before I knew it, Madam Pomfrey had stridden into the room, and was looking rather frightening with a bruise across her face.

 “What the hell happened last night?” I said before I could stop myself.

“You honestly cannot remember?” Madam Pomfrey said in a very rude and accusing way.

“No.”

“Well, I don’t know what happened for a fair part of the time, but you were very violent, and you punched me in the face. Then you proceeded to tell me that you had tried to fist bump me, but I failed.” She told me.

“I was violent?” I said in shock.

“Yeahuh!” Madam Pomfrey said in a very strange voice.  “My cheek hurts. You like to cause pain don’t you?”

She left and after a few frightening moments, of wondering what I had done, Dumbledore turned up, looking grave.

He took a seat beside my bed and just looked at me.

“Willow, Willow, Willow.” He sighed. “You do have a tendency of causing destruction around the school. I have had several recounts of the events of last night, or early this morning.” He told me, trying to look through my eyes into my soul. “But, I think it is necessary for everyone to come and give you their personal recounts because I probably have my facts wrong. Shit happens when you eat lemons.”

“Did I kill anyone?” I asked, slightly nervous.

“No, but you hospitalised sixteen people.”

I gaped at the air.

“Bu-nu-ma-ha-no-ig-fli-spid-crom-pip-shi” I made a whole bunch of sounds, as I was incapable of speech.

“Don’t worry, three of them merely came here from shock.” Dumbledore said. Somehow that failed to calm me. “I’ll go. Mr. Weasley is the first to speak to you.” he meowed and left.

Ron walked in, looking rather amused at me, despite the bandage around his head.

“Cut the crap, just tell me what I did, I’m losing my mind.” I said rather desperately.

“Well, you passed out, and I went to try to grab you before you hit the ground and George came and helped.” Ron drew a breath. “Then you woke up and knocked me out. Causing pain and devastation, like you normally do. They said I had to go when I finished telling you.” he shrugged and left.

Seamus walked in next.

“Okay. So you passed out, Ron grabbed you, George helped cause Ron has no muscles, you woke up, punched Ron in the face, he was knocked out. Then George said something to you, and you kicked him in a very, very, painful area.” He pointed dramatically to his crotch.

“And you sprinted from the room, kicking anyone in your way. Umm, so you started to crawl down the stairs, and you sounded like golem. You know, from Lord of the Rings? Yes, no? Okay. Anyway, McGonagall came, and you started throwing things at her, before you jumped off the staircase...We thought...you...you know, died or something. McGonagall was freaking out. She told us to go back to our dorms...” He smiled like it was funny and left.

So, I knocked Ron out, kicked George in the GENITALS, acted like golem and jumped off the stairs...

Yeah, I’m still confused.

McGonagall walked in next, with a limp.

She took a seat and said, “So where did Finnigan tell you up to?”

“Me jumping off the staircase.”

She closed her eyes and swallowed hard.

“I thought you had died. I thought by the time I would get to you it would be too late.” She said, voice quavering. She finally switched her voice back into its usual brisk tone. “Obviously you weren’t.” Then her voice changed again, and it sounded as though she was shouting things at me in Chinese.

“WHAT THE FREAKING HELL! CAN SOMEONE JUST TELL ME THE WHOLE STORY?” I accidentally screamed aloud.

“OKAY THEN!” Dumbledore yelled in a high-pitched voice. Now I’m confuzzled. “You went around stupefying people and throwing things. You ruined half of the school, and injured a hell of a lot of people.” He looked at me with hate in his eyes. “I lied before; you injured eighty six people, after you broke into the Hufflepuff common room. How could you? You disgust me! You’re expelled!”

“Me, expelled?” I tried to say, but my voice was caught in my throat.

“Leave now before you hurt more people.” Dumbledore told me. “You always end up hurting people.”

Tears flowed down my face as I left the room.

I must have taken a wrong turn because I ended up in the entrance hall, and in a party.

I was wearing Ron’s dress robes.

“Come on Willow! Join the fun!” Dumbledore said happily as he was wearing dress robes, like the ones Pavarti was wearing. He also had Soxy sitting on his head.

“Yeah Willow!” Hermione said, dressed up as viktor Krum. “Join the fun!”

“Join us Willow!” Said a creepy looking Ron, in Hermione’s dress.

“Willow! Play with us Willow!” Harry said in my dress and heels.

“But I don’t wanna.” I told them.

“Willow! You need to come and enjoy yourself.” McGonagall told me as she wore Snape’s usual black robes.

“I’m tired, I just want to go to bed.”

“But Willow, you need to have fun Willow, before it all ends.” Hermione said.

“Before what ends?” I asked.

“Freedom. You won’t be free forever.”

“Six months until the fun ends.” McGonagall said before starting to break dance.

“Why will the fun end?” I asked, but I was interrupted as Snape turned up, wearing my cocktail dress.

“We don’t have long now Willow.” He said to me. “We’re more alike than you know.”

“What’s going on?” I asked as Ron was giving Dumbledore a piggyback ride.

“Three years and Six months. It will happen before then!” Soxy shouted.

“THE HELL!” I yelled.

“Willow!” Everyone cried before jumping on top of me.

“Leave me alone!” I shouted, escaping them and running the way back to the Gryffindor common room.

Again I must have done something wrong, because I was in the great hall, but it was empty.

Except-

“George?” My voice echoed across the empty chamber. He turned to me, pale as a ghost. “George. What’s wrong?”

He seemed so close, yet so far away.

“You hurt me.” He said hollowly.

“News flash! You broke my heart.” I snapped.

“I never meant to be cruel to you. I was hurting, and you didn’t notice.” His voice ricocheted across the room.

“No!” I cried. “It didn’t happen like that!”

“It did Willow. You know it did!” He boomed down on me making me feel as small as an ant.

“It wasn’t meant to be like this!” I yelled back.

“There is still time Willow. Carpe Diem.”

I tried to run to George. To tell him everything, but I was fell.

BAM!

I was knocked back into reality.

Lying in my own bed, not restrained, in a pool of sweat.

Was that all a dream?

What?

IS THIS THE REAL LIFE?

OR IS THIS JUST FANTASY?

I am so confused.

Maybe this is still a dream...

Instead of lying around confuzzled, I decided to go for a run. I changed into leggings, knee high rainbow socks, purple volleys and a green and blue tie died hoodie. I’m classy.

I jogged down a shit load of stairs, pausing to catch my breath, before I ran outside. Then I think my bum froze off so I ran back inside. By this time, I was really out of breath, and realised I was completely unfit, so I began a journey of dragging myself back up the stairs.

Two words: not fun.

I somehow managed to miss the turn off to Gryffindor tower, and I ended up somewhere on the seventh floor.

I walked past a painting of a troll doing balet, and I made a wish.

I just wish I could be found.

I need to find what makes me...me.

I spotted a door I had never seen before.

Or have I?

So familiar...

The curiosity got the better of me, and I went inside.

It was a plain room, two chairs, a table and a rug. It was considerably boring compared to the rest of the rooms at Hogwarts. Though, this simplicity was really nice.

It took me a moment before I realised someone was in the corner.

“George?” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

He turned. “Fred.” He corrected.

“Sorry,” I said sheepishly.

“It’s alright...”

There was a long and awkward pause. I sat, and Fred did too.

“May I ask something?” I said awkwardly.

“If I say no, you’ll ask anyway.”

“How can I make it up to George?” I asked seriously.

“What do you mean make it up to him? I thought it was him who was wrong.”

“It doesn’t matter who was wrong. All I know is that, I wasn’t right. And I was mean and I need to make it up to him. I need to make it up to him before it’s too late...Maybe it is too late...”

“It’s never too late.”

I looked up at Fred then, I saw the freckle that is the only feature that differentiates the two boys.

“George, why are you impersonating your brother?” I asked.

“Because you wouldn’t have said it straight to my face before.”

“Liar.”

“You’re a liar.”

“What is this place?” I asked to change the subject.

“The room of requirement. It is took me here because I was lost.”

“It brought me here because I needed to find myself...” I said softly. “You’re forgiven, though you were never to blame.”

“You’re forgiven too...” George said. We made eye contact. “I still love you Willow.”

As I looked into his eyes, there was something missing.

Something not there.

And then I understood.

“I missed you. I wanted to be with you.” he continued.

“Stop.” I said in a weak voice.

“Stop what?” he asked, clearly confused.

“I-I found myself in here. This place was right.” I said with a strained laugh at the end.

George was trying to work out what I meant.

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry George. I can’t be with you. Six months. If you still want to be with me in six months, and we survive until then-“

“What the hell are you talking about?” George half-yelled in a hurt voice. “Why six months, why do we need to survive until then?”

“I had a dream, and I just understood it – I can’t explain it, you won’t get it – I’ve got things to-“

“So you’re leaving me because you have better things to do?” George snapped.

“No I-“

“You came back here, played with my feelings, and now you’re leaving?” He looked at me, death in his gaze. “Shame on you.”

And he left the room shutting the door in his wake.

“I STILL LOVE YOU GEORGE.” I screamed at the sound-proof door. “I PROBABLY WILL DIE IN THE NEXT SIX MONTHS, AND I DON’T WANT TO BREAK YOUR HEART.”

 I stopped the tears that were tempting to burst.

Someone once told me to follow my dreams.

And if this retarded one means nothing...

I will have nothing to live for...

George oh George....

I’m sorry...