𝐎, 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ⎥ "He wants a fight with
a God? I'll give him one."
﹙ from stardust we came, to stardust we return ﹚
Prisoner of Azkaban - Deathly Hollows
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KATIE WAS REMOVED TO ST. MUNGO'S HOSPITAL FOR MAGICAL MALADIES AND INJURIES THE FOLL0WING DAY. however, by that time the news that she had been cursed had spread all over the school, though the details were confused and nobody other than elara, harry, ron, hermione, and leanne seemed to know that katie herself had not been the intended target.
"oh, and malfoy knows, of course," said harry to elara, ron, and hermione, who continued their new policy of feigning deafness whenever harry mentioned his draco-is-a-death-eater theory.
elara wished to tell harry what she had been seeing. during lunch that day, she was launched into a vision. she had seen draco at malfoy manner with voldemort. he looked scared. terrified, even. she saw as voldemort lowered his wand to draco's left arm. before voldemort could do anything, she was pulled out of her vision.
the frustrating thing about everyone knowing you're a seer, is that everyone knows you're a seer. when she gained awareness of the world around her again, almost every head in the great hall was staring at her.
elara had wondered whether dumbledore would return from wherever he had been in time for Monday night's lesson, but having had no word to the contrary, she and harry presented themselves outside dumbledore's office at eight o'clock, knocked, and was told to enter. there sat dumbledore looking unusually tired; his hand was as black and burned as ever, but he smiled when he gestured to them to sit down. the pensieve was sitting on the desk again, casting silvery specks of light over the ceiling.
"you have had a busy time while I have been away," dumbledore said. "i believe you two witnessed katie's accident."
"yeah, how is she?" asked elara.
"still very unwell, although she was relatively lucky. she appears to have brushed the necklace with the smallest possible amount of skin: there was a tiny hole in her glove. had she put it on, had she even held it in her ungloved hand, she would have died, perhaps instantly. luckily professor snape was able to do enough to prevent a rapid spread of the curse —"
"why him?" asked harry quickly. "why not madam pomfrey?"
"impertinent," said a soft voice from one of the portraits on the wall, and phineas nigellus black, sirius's great-great-grandfather, raised his head from his arms where he had appeared to be sleeping. "i would not have permitted a student to question the way hogwarts operated in my day."
"yes, thank you, phineas," said dumbledore quellingly. "professor snape knows much more about the dark arts than madam pomfrey, harry. anyway, the st. mungo's staff are sending me hourly reports, and i am hopeful that katie will make a full recovery in time."
