 You can quote, disagree with, glorify or vilify me But about the only thing you can't do is ignore me
I sat by my sister as she slept, refusing to go to bed. Mrs Weasley told me, Remus told me, Sirius told me, Madam Pomfrey told me, and before long I was looking at Snape.
'Go to your Dormitory Mr Lestrange.' he said in a low voice.
'No, I'm staying with Baylee.' I said, stubbornly.
'Mr Lestrange, do not make me take points from my own house.' said Snape, anger building.
'I'm not moving.' I replied.
Dumbledore walked in.
'Headmaster, would you please tell Mr Lestrange to go back to his Dormitory?" asked Snape.
'But why Severus? It's only natural he should want to stay with his sister.' said Dumbledore calmly.
Snape looked ready to burst out with a million reasons, but turned on his heel and left.
'Thank you sir.' I said.
'You're most welcome Rylee.' said Dumbledore before leaving.
I looked down and my sleeping, scarred sister. I heard voices, yelling.
'They'll wake them if they don't shut up!' said Mrs Weasley.
'What are they yelling about now, nothing else could of happened could it?' asked Madam Pomfrey.
I awoke, to a lot of noise.
I opened my eyes and the Hospital Wing doors burst open, and Fudge and McGonagall, plus Snape, burst in.
'Where's Dumbledore?' asked Fudge bluntly.
'Not in here.' said Mrs Weasley angrily.
'Oi! Some of us are trying to sleep here!' I called out.
'Thank you, Miss Lestrange.' said McGonagall, but I swore I saw a faint smile.
'Hush now, Baylee.' whispered Remus.
Dumbledore strode up the ward.
'Minerva, what are you doing here? I asked you to see over Barty Crouch?' asked Dumbledore.
I slumped back on my pillows. I was woken from my thought as Fudge strode out the Hospital wing. I looked on my bedside table and saw a bag of money.
'You've got 500 Galleons Baylee.' said Remus softly, stroking my hair. 'Think what you can get with that.'
I looked at the bag, and all that excitement about getting it, what I could by with it, getting a firebolt, evaporated. It just caused me pain, it reminded me of Cedric.
'I don't want it.' I said, pushing it away.
'But Baylee, what about your Firebolt that you wanted?' asked Remus.
'I wanted that Firebolt through hard work, not through someone being murdered.' I whispered.
Remus looked at me, then hugged me.
'I understand.' he whispered in my ear.
I slumped back as I heard voices outside again.
'Let me in!' said a voice that made my heart leap.
'No! You cannot see her!' shrieked Madam Pomfrey.
'Why not!' shouted Fred.
'She is... She is... trying to sleep!' responded Madam Pomfrey.
'I won't disturb her!' pleaded Fred.
'Why don't I believe you? Oh alright, you can see her.' said Madam Pomfrey.
Fred came in, and rushed up to my bed.
'Baylee! Are you okay? Did he hurt you! I'll kill him!' he said.
I gave a small smile.
'Yes I'm fine, yes I got hit by curses, and I wish you luck with that last one.' I said.
'I'm sorry I didn't come earlier, I got caught by Snape.' he whispered, taking my hand.
'It's okay. You would of just seen me sleeping.' I said.
'You would have still been irresistible.' he whispered.
'Thank you, Casanova.' I said.
He gave a laugh. I looked at my gold, and was struck by an idea. I grabbed it and pushed it into Fred's chest.
'Take it.' I whispered.
'But Baylee...' he protested.
'I don't want it. Use it for the joke shop.' I said.
'Baylee, there must be...' he said weakly.
'500 Galleons. That's a lot of puking pastels.' I said, smiling.
He gave a smile and hugged me.
'Thank you.' he murmured.
'It's fine.' I whispered back.
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