Ron was already finished packing by the time me and Harry reached the clubhouse. Hermione had a small bag with her. The rest of the family also came downstairs, distress clear on their face. Ginny held out a bag for me, which she had already packed for me. Ron had packed a bag for Harry as well.
They barely had time to organize quick transportation for us, meaning we had to take the train. While we were walking, there was complete silence, no small talk or comforting words were exchanged. Only the occasional sound of someone's loud footsteps were heard. When we reached the train station after being monitored by Mcgonagall on our way, she sent us of with condolences.
On the train, I couldn't bear sitting in the same compartment as Harry, Ron and Hermione. Each time one of them spoke, I felt like pulling my ears off. My head was aching so horribly, my scar was tingling, and my ears felt like they were being burned off. What was even more weird was that when everyone fell asleep, I felt more awake than ever. I felt like I was a lifeless person with a dead soul, the living dead. I slowly made it out of the compartment so I wouldn't awake the other three who were sleeping in there, and swiftly made it to the restroom. When I finally got in, I made sure the door was locked before observing the mirror.
I poked and prodded at my scar, to make sure it wasn't actually red or anything, because the light, tingling sensation now became a more intense, stinging sensation. My ears looked normal, and not red or hot. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths to gain my composure. The dream I had was too real, and it turned out, it was a real life event. It was happening at the very moment. A snake, or serpent, or whatever it was, was the one attacking Mr.Weasley. But it wasn't like me and Harry were observing it in third person POV, no no no, it was as if we were the ones doing the attack. When the thought finally settled in my head, it chilled me to by bones. I always knew we had some sort of connection to Voldemort, but I didn't think it would become that of us seeing what he does. Plus, the snake wasn't Voldemort.
I kept trying to think of why we'd be seeing out of a random snake's eyes, when it hit me. The snake obviously had some extremely strong connection to Voldemort, it made sense, since we didn't have a mental connection with anyone else but Voldemort. The only thing I couldn't figure out was how they shared a connection. My headache was persisting, so I reluctantly made it to another compartment. A hopefully empty on, yet I was greeted by Ginny in there. She looked extremely sleepy but she was keeping up.
"Gin?"
She looked up and straightened herself up. "Snow, come on, get in here."
I made my way into the compartment and sat next to her promptly. I could see that she was crying before. Her nose was red, her eyes were glassy, and her voice sounded stuffy. I was worrying about my stupid dream, meanwhile I completely brushed off how bad the Weasley family must be feeling. I held my arms out for a hug. She entered and just rested her arm on my shoulder. I felt slight tears coming out of her eyes.
"I- I'm just thinking," her voice got cut off while she cried, "what if the ministry didn't get there in time? He would've died. What would I do without my dad?" She stopped speaking from there, her voice too drowned in tears and dread to have the motivation to say much else.
"Don't worry about the what if scenarios Gin, it didn't happen, so you've nothing to worry about, all that matters is that he's safe and recovering at the hospital, and is about to be surrounded by his loving family." I felt her nod in my shoulder but she didn't say much else.
"But wait, Snow." She slowly lifted up her head and rubbed her eyes clean. " Do you think that maybe Mattheo had something to do with this, or perhaps knows of it?"
I'll admit, the thought did cross my head, but I wasn't surprised. "I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if he was, but honestly, I don't think so, he wouldn't have had control of the situation anyway." I looked off to the side, I should probably write him a letter as soon as possible. OH FUCK. I smack my head. "GOD HOW COULD I FORGET!"
Ginny just looked at me in confusion. "I forgot to tell Loren I was freaking leaving! UGH!"
She lightly laughed at my distress. "It's really not that big of a deal, just write him a letter."
I sighed, knowing the lecture Loren would give me on the letter.
Sorry I've been gone for a while, I've been hanging out with friends quite a bit before Thanksgiving. Btw, enjoy Thanksgiving tomorrow! I'll probably update, but it's not certain! Happy Holidays.
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