Not From this Reality

Everyone on Harry Potter Tik Tok has heard of reality shifting by now. To be honest I've heard about it and I think it sounds cool. I'd love to go to Hogwarts. I'd really love to meet Fred, George, Hermione, Ron, and Harry. They seem like really nice people. And learning spells seems really fun. Though I wouldn't want to deal with Professor Snape. Or most of the Slytherin to be exact. Except I feel like I would be put in Slytherin if I went to Hogwarts.

I know most of the Slytherin wouldn't like me. Especially Draco Malfoy. I consider myself a half-blood and everyone knows his opinions on being anything other than pure-blood. Professor Snape I know for sure would not like me. But to be fair I wouldn't like him either.

For some reason I would also want to be an animagus like Sirius Black. I'd want to transform into a white dog or wolf. That would be awesome. I feel like if I was an animagus I'd turn into an animal just to freak people out (especially Ron). That would be hilarious. I don't really like Ron much.

Anyway, I've been wanting to try shifting for a while now. So tonight I decided to write a script and try to shift. By the time I was done with my script it was time for bed, which I was glad for. The script took me about two hours and ten retries to get it just right. I basically wrote everything I wanted to happen but I wanted to be realistic about it. I'm a perfectionist when it comes to writing.

Once my mom was done telling me goodnight, I put my script under my pillow, then grab my phone and headphones. Earlier today I looked up how to shift and multiple sites said that listening to theta music would help you shift. I listened to some examples of theta music earlier and it was really calming, so I see why people say to use it.

I put my headphones in and start playing the music. I grab the script from my pillow and start reading it over. I memorized my escape word, then put my script under my pillow. Then I start focusing on my breathing. Deep breath in, deep breath out.

After fifteen minutes, I lay my head on my pillow, then I spread out my arms and legs in a starfish position and close my eyes. I start slowly counting to 100. Zero to 100 the site said. When I got to five I started saying affirmations. I repeated them five times, then continued counting.

Every five numbers I would say my affirmations. I would say, "I am going to shift. I am shifting to Hogwarts," over and over. Making sure I believe what I'm saying each time. By the time I reached the number 35 I started getting dizzy and the room felt like it was spinning. Every so often I would see clips of the characters that I know weren't in the movies. Like I saw Draco smirking at someone in one of the classes. I thought he was smirking at me but he could've been smirking at anyone.

When I got to 100, I started smelling vanilla, which was a sign that I knew I was in my desired reality. I decided then that I was going to finish my affirmations then go to sleep. While I was doing my affirmations I focused on what Hogwarts looked like and what my Slytherin dorm room would look like.

I wake up, what feels like a few minutes later to someone splashing me in the face with really, really cold water.

"Hey!" I open my eyes slowly, despite not wanting to at all. When I get a view of my surroundings, I sit up quickly. I am definitely not in my room anymore. The room I am in is simple. There are a few posters on the walls. Most of them saying "Slytherin." The walls were made of a beautiful gray stone. I look down at my bed and see green sheets and blankets that are soaked from the water someone threw at me.

"Where am I?" I ask as I look up and see a girl with black hair looking at me. Her hair was cut into a bob with short bangs. She had dull brown eyes and she was tan but almost pale at the same time. I'm pretty sure I'm looking at Pansy Parkinson.

"Uh Hogwarts duh. You've been here for three days. God! Do you have amnesia?" She said it in such a snarky tone that I wanted to smack the hell out of her. And oh yeah that is definitely Pansy Parkinson.

"Um. Right. What's today?" I ask, confusion settling in.

"Monday. Now get up and get dressed." She put the cup she had down and walked out of the dorm very annoyed. I can't believe it worked. I'm actually at Hogwarts. It worked. There's no way this is real.

Anyway I get up quickly and head over to what I assume is my dresser. The dresser was made of really dark wood. It kinda looked intimidating, even though it was a dresser. Anyway I grab a t-shirt, some ripped jeans, and my robes. Then I run over to the bathroom and quickly get changed.

I go to the sink to brush my teeth. I look up and see myself in the mirror for the first time. I have the same green eyes, same face. Except without the acne. I don't have a double chin anymore and I look a year younger. Since I decided I wanted to start Hogwarts in 3rd year, I'm a year younger than I am in my real reality. I'm 14 in my CR (current reality).

I have several piercings on my ears and a choker around my neck just like I scripted. In my CR I have long, thick, dark brown hair. In my DR (desired reality), I have hair that almost looks like Kristen Stewart's hair in the movie Charlie's Angels. Except my hair is brown with green streaks. I take a step back and get a better look at myself. I look very skinny and I am smaller than I am in my CR. It's strange seeing me this way. Once I'm done, I finish brushing my teeth, then walk out of the bathroom.

I grab my schedule and see that I am 5 minutes late to potions. Crap. The one class I should know, I'm not supposed to be late to. I put my schedule in my pocket, grab my bag and wand, and then run to potions as quickly as I can, almost tripping on the stairs in the process.

I get there about 2 minutes later. I try to walk into the room quietly, hoping Professor Snape wouldn't notice. Sadly, as soon as I open the door I am greeted with an angry glare from the intimidating professor. Great, I'm getting detention tonight for sure.

"Lafoi?" Snape's drawling voice says as soon as I enter the classroom. Welp. I'm severely dead.

"Professor, not trying to be rude but I go by Wilhite not Lafoi." I gulped, wishing those words did not just come out of my mouth. I heard someone snort at the side of me. It took all my strength to keep looking at Snape and not give that person a glare. Besides I had a feeling the person who laughed was a blonde haired git who I was too annoyed to see at the moment. Or Pugface Pansy. But my bets were on Malfoy.

"I do not care what you go by. You are late. Why is that?" I opened my mouth to answer but sadly Pansy interrupted before I could answer. Great. (Hint the sarcasm).

"She woke up late. I tried to wake her up but she just wouldn't get up. So I left." I snap my head towards her with a glare.

"Oh, please. Enough with the fake story. If you didn't wake me up, explain how I woke up with my hair soaked." I say with a fake confidence that I hope no one catches on to.

"I don't know. Didn't you take a shower this morning?" Pansy says with a smirk playing on her face.

"To make your first story true I wouldn't have been able to take a shower. Besides, my hair dries fast and I clearly don't remember taking a shower this morning." I reply to her statement with a smirk as well,

"Enough. Get to your seat before I give you both a detention." I snapped my head towards him, forgetting I was just getting into trouble. He points towards a seat with three Gryffindors and one Slytherin. Luckily I recognize who he pointed at. Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and my best friend from my CR, Parker Sallow. I walk over to my seat with my head down. I hear Parkinson laughing and my urge to hit her with a chair gets stronger.

I sit by Hermione with a sigh. Harry watches my every move with curiosity and Parker is trying to keep herself from laughing at me.

"What Harry?" I ask, curious as to why he was watching me.

"What?"

"You're staring." He shrugged me off and Ron gave me a glare. I forgot I scripted that he doesn't like me.

"You were supposed to wake me up, Parker. Not that pug faced bitch." That earned me a smack on the arm from Hermione.

"Sorry I forgot." Parker says as she shrugs her shoulders.

"Mhm. Like you forgot to mention that you were gonna come tonight." I whisper.

"Sorry. It slipped my mind." She was being careful using her words because she knows most people around us at the moment don't know what texting is.

"Whatever." I roll my eyes then get out a quill and parchment, not bothering to get my textbook. Then I rest my head on my palm and start focusing on the back of Harry's head. I zone out pretty quickly. Not surprisingly. Every so often Hermione would poke me on the arm to get me to concentrate, but I just didn't want to. Professor Snape's monotone voice makes me wanna fall asleep. Or maybe I'm sleepy because I skipped breakfast. Wait, I think the site said you'd feel drowsiness when you shift. That's probably it.

Suddenly, I felt eyes staring at me from across the room. I look to the side and see Draco Malfoy staring at me with a questioning look. I gave him a shrug and went back to writing. Then I feel Hermione tap my shoulder, drawing my attention towards her.

"What?"

"What does Malfoy want?" She asks, noticing that Malfoy is staring at me as well.

"No clue." I look down at my parchment and see that all I have is scribbles on the paper. Thankfully the bell rang, so I packed up my things and start heading to my next class.

In the hallway, I take out my schedule and see that I have divination next. Yay! A lot of unnecessary walking. Suddenly, someone bumps, more like rams, into my shoulder, almost knocking my schedule out of my hand. I look up and see Malfoy striding past me with his little gang. God, he's annoying.

"Hey!" He turns around abruptly with a smirk on his face, making me think he meant to do that.

"What Lafoi?"

"It's Wilhite first of all. Second, watch where you're going." He walks up to me trying to act all intimidating. All I do is cross my arms, not buying his act at all.

"What will you do if I don't, Lafoi? Are you gonna tell your mummy?" He smirks. He obviously thinks that comment got to me.

"I don't need my mom to protect me, unlike you, daddy's boy." I whisper in a low tone. I hope that sounded intimidating.

"How dare you talk to me like that."

"Wow. Is that the only thing you can come up with? I thought you'd at least add filthy half-blood to the end of that. You know, to make it more insulting." I say in a taunting manner. His face gets red with frustration. He walks closer, his face pretty much inches from mine. I love how my day is going so far. Again hint at the sarcasm.

"Just because your mother acts all high and mighty, doesn't mean that you are."

"I could say the same for you." I smirk and he backs away slowly.

"This isn't over half-blood." He turns around and starts walking back to class. Sadly, I have to follow after him because we have class together. Suddenly, I feel two hands grab both my shoulders and turn me around. I see Fred and George Weasley as soon as I turn around.

"What's up guys?" They let go of my shoulders at the same time and started smiling. Probably because they haven't seen me all weekend. I doubt it but maybe.

"Where were you this weekend?" The older twin, Fred, asks.

"Yeah. We haven't seen you since you got sorted, mate." George continues on to the statement his brother just made.

"I was pretty much in my dorm all weekend." I shrug.

"What about food, Feliz?" Fred asked, seeming genuinely worried. That's weird I suppose.

"I was like Ron and saved some food from the train cart." I shrug off that comment as well. Though the truth is I probably didn't eat at all. It doesn't feel like I did. Suddenly, I noticed the dull ache in my stomach that could only be caused by hunger.

"Yay! You're learning." I snort a little, even though it's a lie, while the twins crack up laughing. I love the twins. They are like my older brothers. I scripted that Bill Weasley and the twins used to babysit me when I was little. So I basically became the third trouble-maker. Though I scripted that Molly Weasley treats me like her second daughter. Ron however I scripted to not trust me. I didn't give a reason, so I may have Hermione ask him why.

Anyway, I'm still standing in the hallway with Fred and George. We are talking about a prank we should do on Filch.

"As much fun as I'm having right now. I have to get to class." I say as I realize that I'm going to be late for a second class.

"Alright. See you later, Feliz." I wave them bye and turn around. By now students have already gone to their classrooms so I'm alone. I'm in the dungeons area and Divination is like in the attic of the school. Great. Hint the sarcasm. I'm going to be late. It's the first day and I've been late twice. Yay. Hint the sarcasm.

I walk by the paintings, only a few of them asking why I'm not in class. Every time they ask I answer, "I got preoccupied." I wasn't in the mood to talk to them. And now that I think about it, I'm kinda hungry. And now that I say that my stomach starts rumbling.

"Last time I skip breakfast." I whisper to myself.

"What was that?" A male voice said from behind me. I turn around and see Malfoy standing near the corner, leaning against the wall. When did he get there? I just passed by there. How did I not see him?

"Nothing Malfoy." He gets off the wall and walks closer to me. He stops inches from me, leaning towards me so we are at eye level.

"Not in a good mood today, are we?" He taunts me with a smirk playing on his face. He thinks this is a game.

"Well duh. I skipped breakfast and I woke up to Pansy throwing water at me. What do you expect?" I shrug it off, hoping if he sees that I'm not interested in playing his game he'll leave me alone.

"I'm pretty sure you had all weekend to eat. Oh wait. You didn't want to leave your room."

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" I ask, trying to get him to leave me alone.

"Yeah. Same place you have to be." I look away from him, desperately wishing this conversation would end. He grabs my chin and gently turns my face towards him.

"Don't turn away from me." His tone contradicts his movements. He sounds angry but he's gentle when touching me.

"Don't touch me." I push his hand away and he laughs at my little action.

"So...why are you skipping?" Malfoy asks as he backs away just a tiny bit so that we are no longer face to face. Thank God.

"I'm not skipping. You, Fred, and George made me late." I shrug. It's the truth after all,

"Oh. How did I, of all people, make you late?" He places his hand over his chest as if he'd been hurt for accusing him of making me late.

"The little argument in the dungeons and right now." I say through gritted teeth. He thinks this is funny.

"That argument was your fault."

"Well maybe say sorry when you bump into me, then I won't start an argument."

"And why would I say sorry to a half-blood?" I know he's right which leaves me defeated. He won the game that he started.

"You wouldn't. Let's just get to class."

"Ok." He shrugs and starts walking, leaving me a little surprised. I turn back around slowly, just looking at him with shock. Suddenly, Malfoy turned around probably because I wasn't following him.

"Are you coming or not?" I nod my head and walk towards him. He starts walking as soon as I am right next to him. We were walking side by side, which for some reason made me nervous. I start fidgeting with my rings, hoping that Malfoy wouldn't notice. Sadly, I think he did because he would keep looking over at me.

"Do you have a problem with staring?"

"No. You're just looking down and I don't want you to bump into anything princess." His voice was dripping with sarcasm when he said "princess."

"Don't call me princess." I look up at him and see him smirking. I must be red in the face because when I looked up his smirk grew wider.

"Do you like what you see or something?" He asks, being really cocky. Too cocky for his own good.

"Don't flatter yourself." I shake my head and look away from him. I start walking a little faster but he matches my steps quickly.

"Where's your little gang at?" Finally noticing he is by himself, which is odd. He is usually with someone.

"I don't know. Why?" Malfoy shrugs.

"I'm waiting for them to jump out at me." I say, being genuinely worried. I don't trust Malfoy. Being alone with him is bad enough.

"They won't. Right now."

"That's so reassuring." Sarcasm was dripping from my voice. I didn't like that Malfoy could make me want to be so mean.

Finally, we are in front of the classroom. Malfoy opens the doors letting me go in first. I walk in with my head down. I felt eyes on me, but I feel like I'm not the only one they have eyes on. Madame Trelawney paid no attention to me or to Malfoy, thankfully. She was working with a Gryffindor student.

I walk over to a seat by Hermione and Parker and sit down. All of them looked at me with curious eyes.

"Hey guys. What did I miss?" I ask, acting like I don't know why they are looking at me. Walking in with Malfoy is definitely a startling sight.

"Felicity, what did we miss?" Hermione asks, her accent being very apparent. I like it.

"What do you mean?" I shrug it off, trying to act innocent.

"You walked in with Malfoy." Harry says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh...um...Fred, George, and I were talking, which made me late and he found me walking to class." It's not necessarily a lie.

"And he followed you?" Ron asked. I can tell he has the most suspicion about me.

"Yeah." He nods his head in suspicion. I turned to Parker and asked in a whisper, "Did they discover that he has the grim yet?"

"Yes. But I'm pretty sure everyone has forgotten it because you walked in with Malfoy." She whispered back and I nodded my head. I feel a tap on my shoulder and I turn around quickly. It was the Professor, Madame Trelawney.

"My dear, when did you get here?"

"Um... a couple of minutes ago. You see I'm new so I don't know my way around just yet." I say innocently. My voice sounded so fake that everyone could probably tell I was lying.

Except Trelawney. "Ok. Can you see if you can see anything in your partner's cup?" I nod my head and turn around. Hermione hands me her cup, rolling her eyes may I add, and I take a quick look.

"I don't see any recognizable shapes ma'am." I don't really know what I'm looking for so it's not surprising.

"Ok. My dear, you aren't from here, are you?" I turn around, quickly looking towards her. I know I have shock written all over my face. I hope she doesn't mean that I'm not from this reality.

"Um...I'm not from Britain, no."

"Ok." She shrugs her shoulders and walks away. I let out a breath of relief and turn back around, seeing curious eyes stare back at me. Except Parker who already knew what was going on.

"What?" I ask, confused.

"What was that about?" Ron whispers and I can sense his suspicion growing.

"You looked extremely nervous, Felicity" Hermione adds on to what Ron had said, to clarify what he was asking about.

"I'm fine." I shrugged and started listening to what the Professor had to say. Something about reading tea leaves tomorrow, I guess. I'm not really sure. Soon the class is over and I grab my stuff and walk out. I shouldn't have put that as one of my classes.

I walk with Parker, Hermione, Ron, and Harry to Care of Magical Creatures. It's my favorite class even though I never attended the class before. Anyway, the whole way to class Hermione was venting about how stupid divination is. I don't blame her and to be honest I was joining in on her venting. Why did I think it was a smart idea to write divination as one of my electives? I hope Trelawney doesn't figure out that I'm not from here.

After what felt like an hour of listening to Hermione vent, we finally got to Hagrid's hut. I try to walk up to the front with Ron, Hermione, and Harry but me and Parker get pushed to the back by a bunch of Gryffindors.

"Idiots." I mutter.

"Got a problem with Slytherins or something?" Malfoy's voice rang beside me. I sighed trying to think of something to say.

"No. I just hate Gryffindors who think it's funny to push Slytherins to the back." I hear Parker snort at the side of me. She knows I sounded stupid. So did Malfoy and so did I. And I'm mentally slapping myself for that comment.

"Get used to it Ms. America." I nearly gasp at the nickname but I hold it in.

"Can you come up with a nickname to stick with?"

"Nope." He smirks but his gaze stays on Hagrid. Which is surprising, may I add.

"I can't wait to see what happens to you in a couple of minutes." I whisper under my breath. Malfoy didn't hear me, thankfully.

Hagrid started motioning for everyone to follow him to a clearing. And we did, of course I stayed in the back. There is one thing I wanted to do at this moment (other than punching Malfoy). This is where Harry is supposed to ride Buckbeak and I planned on riding Buckbeak with Harry before Malfoy gets the chance to ruin my opportunity.

When we get to the clearing, Hagrid tells us to open our books to a certain page. Don't know and don't care what page to be honest. I wasn't paying any attention anyway. I was looking at the scenery. I hear Malfoy, beside me, ask how to open the book without it attacking us.

"Just stroke the spine of course." Hagrid shrugs. I look down at the book and decide not to try and open it. I know Harry almost got attacked by it and I'm not taking any chances. The next thing I know I see Neville getting attacked by the book.

"Nice one, Longbottom." Malfoy said beside me. I nudged him with my elbow on the arm, and sighed.

"What?" He looked at me, half smirking, half smiling.

"Do you know how to be nice?"

"I walked you to class, didn't I?" His smirk grows wider. I hate his smirk.

"That doesn't count." I blurt.

"Why not?" He asks with puppy dog eyes. He's trying to act innocent.

"Because you didn't offer. I said let's go to class and you said ok." I replied quickly.

"Yeah, but at first you didn't come with me so I stopped and asked if you were coming."

"That doesn't count as walking me to class." He shrugs and we stop by the stone wall. I hear Parker just cracking up laughing. I snap my head towards her.

"What are you laughing at?"

"You need to work on your argument skills." She said in between laughs. I roll my eyes and turn back towards Malfoy.

"I think they're funny." I hear Hermione say. Crap.

"Oh yeah. Very funny, really witty. God this place has gone to the dogs. Wait till my father hears Dumbledore's got this oaf teaching classes." Malfoy's famous line from Prisoner of Azkaban. Well at least I know we are fixing to meet Buckbeak.

Harry walks towards us saying, "Shut up, Malfoy." And like the movies Malfoy does a stupid owl sound. Malfoy hands his book bag to Crabbe, then starts walking towards Harry like he was walking towards me earlier. He jerks twice before pointing in the air and yelling, "Dementor! Dementor!"

Harry turns around looking for something that isn't there. Once he realizes that nothing is there, he turns back towards Malfoy, looking very angry. Then, Malfoy and his little friends put up their hoods and made a stupid impression of a dementor. Thankfully, Hermione drags Harry away from Malfoy before they start a fist fight. I roll my eyes at how stupid Malfoy is. Again I love how my day is going so far.

Thankfully, Hagrid called attention to the class. He brought out Buckbeak for everyone to see. I heard Ron ask what that is and I mentally smacked myself. Didn't he grow up with magic? I didn't and I know what it is.

"Buckbeak is a hippogriff. Very proud creatures and easily offended." I nudged Malfoy's arm and say, "Sounds like somebody I know."

"Oh hush." I smirk to myself.

"Now who wants to come say hello." I walk to the front, where Harry is standing by himself, confused.

"Very good you two." Harry looks over at me to see who the second person was. When he sees me, he smiles a little bit and I return his smile. Though my smile may look nervous, because I know what's fixing to happen and I had forgotten that I was scared of heights. And another downside, I forgot to script that I wasn't scared of heights.

"How bout you two come and try to pet him?" Hagrid suggests. I nod my head and walk over to Harry.

"Follow my lead." I whisper just loud enough for him to hear. I take his hand and hear gasps coming from behind us. We slowly start walking over to Buckbeak, with my hand out ready to pet him.

"Bow to him and if he bows back then you can go pet him. If he doesn't... well we'll get to that later." Hagrid instructs. I slowly start to bow while letting go of Harry's hand. Buckbeak starts to rear up like he's going to attack. I hear Harry take a step back because he broke a stick from under his foot. I stay where I am because I know Buckbeak's not going to attack me. At least I hope not.

Slowly, Buckbeak starts to bow and I take a breath of relief.

"Good job. Both of you can pet him now." We stand straight and I feel Harry grab my hand. Slowly, we start walking to Buckbeak, every so often stopping to let him come to us. Finally, we were close enough to touch him. Harry started petting him and so did I. Buckbeak's gray feathers were incredibly soft. He is literally softer than my cat.

"I think he'll let you both ride him now." Hagrid said and my face lit up. Harry's face however turned petrified. (Giving you a little hint: I was laughing hard at his expression). Hagrid picks up Harry by his armpits, with Harry squirming like crazy. I roll my eyes and laugh at him a tiny bit. Even though it was hilarious, I kept myself from laughing hard. Buckbeak nudges my arm, probably in disappointment.

"Come on. It's funny." He nudges me again, then turns his head to look at something. Suddenly, I feel someone lift me up off the ground. It was Hagrid obviously. He is the only one tall enough to lift me this high. He sets me on Buckbeak's back, right behind Harry.

Buckbeak lurches forward and starts running, causing me to fall forward onto Harry. I mutter a sorry and wrap my arms around his waist to keep myself from falling. As we take off I bury my face in Harry's back. I hate heights. (Which I've already said). I have always hated heights but again I didn't want to pass up this opportunity.

I look up and look at the view quite quickly. I didn't want to look down AT ALL. We passed Gryffindor tower which means we were pretty high up. The view was absolutely beautiful though. I could see almost everything. Next thing I know we are right above the black lake. I gulp thinking about the giant squid that is supposed to live in the lake. I hear Buckbeak's hoof (if that's what you call it) touch and splash the water. Slowly, Harry and I sit up straight, getting to enjoy the view a little better. Harry lets out a "Woo-hoo," then leans forward again, dragging me with him, to hold on to Buckbeak.

Finally, we are back over the forest. We hear a whistle from Hagrid telling Buckbeak to come back to the ground. Thankfully, he does go back to the ground and we land safely. Once we are on the ground again, Hagrid helps me down, then helps Harry down.

"How am I doing meh first day?" Hagrid asks. I can see the hope in his eyes. He's hoping he's doing a good job, which he is.

"Brilliant...Professor." Harry and I said at the same time. We looked at each other and started laughing. Hagrid joined us by semi-laughing. I never realized how the real me and Harry kinda look like twins. I scripted that Harry had green eyes not blue like Daniel Radcliffe's. I also scripted that his hair was like the books as well. Well not completely like twins.

Anyway, I see Draco pushing through the crowd. I knew what was coming so I grabbed Harry by the sleeve and pulled him away from Buckbeak. We stop walking and I look over to see Buckbeak rear up and start hitting Malfoy's arm as he falls to the ground. As he falls he starts screaming, "It's killed meh, It's killed meh," in a very girlish scream. It was quite funny getting to watch this in real life.

Anyways, Hermione runs over to Hagrid and tells him that Malfoy needs to be taken to the hospital. So basically Hagrid picks Malfoy up and tells everyone that class is dismissed. I quickly grab my stuff and start heading to the hospital wing. I know you are probably thinking oh I'm going to visit Malfoy. No I'm not. I'm going because I scripted that every so often I would help out in the hospital wing.

Thankfully, no one stops to talk to me as I head to the hospital wing because I'm not in the mood to answer why I'm going. I get there in about ten minutes which is surprising because I have short legs and I do not walk very fast. Anyways, I walk into the hospital wing and immediately spot Madam Pomfrey. She was helping a Hufflepuff student who looked oddly familiar. Looking away from the student I walked over to Madam Pomfrey and waited for her to look up.

"Miss Wilhite, what is it that you need?" Madame Pomfrey asked, which surprised me a little because I didn't think she knew I was there.

"I was wondering if there is anything you need help with?

"Just like your mother. Which is a good thing. Are you a healer, dear? Like your mother?" She questions.

"Yes ma'am." I nod my head.

"Ok. Well Mr. Malfoy is bandaged up over there can you heal his arm. He is the only other one I need to work with." She instructs.

"Yes ma'am." I turn around and look for Draco. I spotted him at the far corner staring at his lap. I sigh and walk over to him.

"Hey." I say quietly. He looks up at me with a glare, which kind of makes me wince.

"What?!" Malfoy snaps.

"You don't have to be rude. I'm here to help." I try to stay calm, hoping my voice doesn't give away how nervous I am.

"Does it look like I need help?" He snapped.

"Just let me see your arm." He unwraps the sling and I gently pull his arm towards me. I noticed him wince a little as I unwrapped his bandages.

"This isn't going to hurt, is it?" He seemed genuinely scared.

"No, you'll be fine." I say, still looking down at his arm. I gulped knowing that I scripted if I take away pain from people it would come to me for a little. I just hope it doesn't mean the same for actually healing people. On the outside you couldn't tell Malfoy's arm was broken. All he had was a couple of large scratches and some bruises. Anyways, I slowly traced my finger along his arm while imagining his arm healing. While I was healing his arm, my arm started stinging like crazy. So my theory was confirmed. It's the same for healing. Great. Without realizing it, I start wincing from the pain in my arm.

"Are you ok?" I looked up at him, surprised he asked, and nodded my head saying yes. I pull my hand away from his arm and pull it towards my stomach.

"Your arm should be healed." I say quickly.

"Are you sure you're ok?" I look at him shocked. Why is HE asking if I'M ok?

"Mhm." I hum in response even though my arm still slightly hurt. I feel someone tap my shoulder, so I turn around and I'm met with a familiar face.

"Ethan?"