Chapter Six

Almost as soon as Arya was admitted to the hospital wing, word was spread around Hogwarts that the smallest Stark had been injured. This wasn’t unusual as any piece of gossip that had to do with the Starks seemed to get around the school at lightning bolt speed. Sansa was just about to take a bite of her mashed potatoes when Margaery Tyrell glided over to her, "Sansa, I heard about your sister," Sansa stared up at the Slytherin girl in confusion, mashed potatoes falling from her spoon, "you don't know? She's in the Hospital Wing." Sansa shot up out of her seat, the worst thoughts racing through her head. Was Arya okay? Why was she in the Hospital Wing? Did it have to do with anything that happened earlier with Jon and Robb? Margaery, who noticed the other girl’s concern straight away, put her hand on Sansa’s shoulder to comfort her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you, I thought you knew.” Sansa shook her head. “Do you want me to walk to the Hospital Wing with you?” Sansa felt a jolt of emotions that she couldn’t figure out run down her body and to her toes.

“That would be very sweet of you, Margaery.” Sansa murmured. The Slytherin girl grinned brightly.

Sansa and Margaery made their way towards the Hospital Wing that was located not far from the Great Hall. When they walked into the room, Sansa’s eyes quickly found their way to her sister’s bed. Arya was in the bed in the furthest left corner of the room. Daenerys, who had mud all over her school uniform and her legs, was sat next to the bed, her hand folded in her lap. Arya’s head was wrapped in gauze, tuffs of her brown hair visible from where Sansa was standing.

“Arya!” Sana’a exclaimed, rushing over to the bed. “What the hell did you do?!”

Arya groaned, quietly. Her hands went up to cover her ears. “Shush, Sansa. You’re so loud.” Daenerys’s brilliant violet eyes connected with Sansa’s. “She has a concussion.”

“Where the hell is Madam Maegyr?! She should be tending to Arya!” Sansa disregarded her sister’s request that she be quiet. Arya groaned again, covering her ears tighter. “She went on her dinner break.” Daenerys explained, “She thought Arya was okay for now.”

Sansa gritted her teeth as she glared at her sister. “What did you do!” Margaery’s hand, again, made contact with Sansa’s shoulder, “Maybe we should be a bit calmer, we could make her headache worse.” Sansa jumped when her hand came in contact with her shoulder, she had forgotten that Margaery was in the room. Her tense anxiety seemed to dwindle as she felt the Slytherin’s presence beside her.

“Who are you?” Arya squinted at Margaery. She looked the Tyrell girl up and down, trying to size her up. “I’m Margaery Tyrell.” Margaery put her hand out for Arya to shake, “It’s nice to officially meet you, Arya.”

Arya stares at her hand for a fraction of a second before giving in and shaking it. “Arya Stark, but it seems you already knew that.”

Margaery gave Arya a crooked smile.

“Yes it seems so.”

“Arya! You still have to tell me what the hell happened!” Sana’a interrupted, crossing her arms. The tense feeling coming back to her shoulders. Arya looked at Daenerys quickly who gave her a slight nod of the head.

“Okay, we’ll tell you,” Arya whispered, “but you both have to swear to us that you won’t tell another soul, okay?”

It was Margaery and Sansa’s turn to look at each other. They both nodded their heads quickly. “I’m only telling you two this because we need help, okay?” Arya began, “A few days ago Dany and I were in the Forbidden Forest—” Sansa gasped, “You went to the Forbidden Forest?!”

Arya groaned, “Remind me, again, why I’m telling you this? Yes, we went to the Forbidden Forest, we were bored—“ “But you’re not supposed to go into there!!”

“Yes! I know that Sansa! That’s why we went there! Anyway, we went to the Forbidden Forest and Dany found three dragon eggs—“ “DRAGON EGGS?!”

“Sansa will you shut up?!” Arya hissed out at her sister, “Dany found three dragon eggs that we decided to keep—“ “YOU DID WHAT—“ This time, Margaery covered up Sansa’s mouth.

“We decided to keep them. We want to hatch them, but we need your help.” Arya finished.

“Okay, but that doesn’t explain the head injury.” Margaery stated, looking at the wound skeptically.

“A Red Cap hit me in the head with its bone bat thing after we went into the Forbidden Forest again.” Sansa’s eyes shot open cartoonishly wide. She struggled to pull Margaery’s hand off of her mouth. “Arya Stark! You are gonna be in so much trouble!”

“No, because you’re not going to tell anyone.” Arya stated, smirking. “And why wouldn’t I?!” Sansa asked, glaring at Arya.

“Because if you do I’ll tell everyone about your obsession with—“

“DON’T SAY IT!” Sansa exclaimed, covering Arya’s mouth before she could utter out any more words.

“Your obsession with what?” Margaery giggled. Sansa turned and looked at the girl, mortified. “It doesn’t matter! Arya’s just being an ass.” Margaery giggled a little bit more before turning her attention back to Arya. “Okay, but you don’t know anything about me. How do you know that I won’t tell anyone? You do know I’m the Headmistresses daughter, right?”

Arya rolled her eyes. “You’re a Slytherin, you live for the drama. You want to know the secrets behind the chaos before the chaos happens. Why would you ruin that?” Margaery gave Arya a surprised look. “That’s a stereotype, it could not be true.”

“But it is true.” Arya pushed. Margaery finally shrugged. “Okay, maybe you have a point.”

“So here’s the deal. We want to try and hatch these eggs, okay? And I want you two to help.”

“I’m in.” Margaery said a heartbeat after Arya ended her sentence. “This’ll be fun.”

Sansa hesitated, looking between Arya, Daenerys, and Margaery. “I’m not sure....”

“C’mon Sansa. Don’t be a wuss.” Arya stated Sansa glared at her. “Don’t peer pressure me. We could be expelled for this!”

“Sansa, I think it’ll be fun! I’ve never dealt with dragons before!” Margaery said Sansa hesitated again slightly, “Okay, fine.”

“What we need to do is figure out how to hatch them,” Daenerys finally spoke, “Arya and I have yet to figure that out yet.”

“But I do have some books we can sift through to try and—“

“ARYA STARK!” A booming voice came from the door. All four girls, terrified they had just been caught, jumped and turned their heads to see Jon and Robb angrily marching towards Arya.

“Oh holy hell.” Arya murmured, trying to get out of the bed. “Arya you can’t.” Daenerys pushes her back into the bed. “You have to rest.”

“Explain yourself, young lady!” Robb exclaimed, trying to imitate their father. “I don’t have to if I don’t want to.” Arya spit back.

“You’re in a hospital bed! We’re worried about you!” Jon said, his voice much calmer than before.

“I fell and hit my head on a rock! Is that what you want to hear?” Arya lied. Jon narrowed his eyes, “And what about the sneaking out last night?!”

“I just wanted some extra kidney pie, sue me!” Arya was really good at lying, Sansa noted. The two boys didn’t see to fully buy it but let it go.

“I’m sorry, Arya. We just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” Robb said, sitting down next to her on the bed. Arya nodded, “I know, thank you for that.” Jon and Robb pulled her into a tight hug. Sansa felt a sting of jealousy.

“Hey, is it cold in here for anyone else?” Daenerys asked shivering a bit in her seat.

Sansa, too, felt the cold sensation. It wasn’t really that she felt cold in temperature, more that she felt all the happiness had been sucked out of the room. Margaery went over to shut a window on the other side of the rook that seemed to have opened mysteriously.

“Is that better, Daenerys?” Margaery asked the smaller girl shook her head. “I just feel so.... cold.” Her teeth started to chatter as she spoke.

Sansa, too, began to clench her jaw to stop herself from chattering her teeth. Daenerys was right, Margaery shutting the window did not help the cold dread feeling that came over the room. Sansa could tell that Arya also was feeling it by the way her sister pulled her covers tighter to her body.

Suddenly, Daenerys let out a high pitch, terrified scream. Sansa’s head jerked around to where the white-haired girl was pointing and came face to face with the most terrifying creatures she had ever seen. It seemed to be floating off the ground, a dark robe covering its entire body. Long, white, fingers peeked out from the sleeves of the robe. The creature was letting out a rattling breath as it leaned in closer to Sansa’s face. She stood, paralyzed by fear as the thing’s scabby, decaying mouth opened and she felt like she would never feel happy again. She could barely hear the screams and yells of the other children in the room. Flashes of her worst memories began to flash in front of her, Arya tackling her to the ground causing a broken arm; getting lost in the woods with Bran and Arya thinking she would never find her way back home, finding a dead body rotting away in the woods. She even saw flashes from a parallel life that couldn’t have been her own. Where her dad, her mom, Robb, Rickon, Arya, Bran and Jon we’re all dead and she was the last Stark left.

Sansa could barely hear the door swing open and the rushed, heavy footsteps of someone much bigger and much older rushing over to the screaming children. She couldn’t feel anything but cold, too cold. Like she had been drenched in freezing ice water one hundred times in a row. She, also, could barely hear the shout of “EXPECTO PATRONUM” But she did feel the tiniest bit of warmth come back into her body as the creature’s face was replaced by a worried Margaery. And that was the last thing Sansa Stark saw before her body hit the ground.