<~>This chapter is by me! ~ E <~>

Aveline's POV.

I looked hesitantly over to the unconscious boy on the ground at my feet. I think I hit him too hard. He looks pretty beat-up, and my instincts don't think he's a death eater. He looks about my age, maybe a year older. I'd like to pretend the fact that he was hot wasn't my initial reaction, but it was. He was attractive, even under all the bruises on his body. He had really bad bags under his eyes, like he hadn't slept well in weeks. He had short brown hair, that was a little bit screwed up at the moment. There's no way he's a death eater, he looks too young.

I take a closer look at his face when it hits me. I know who he is! Well I know of who he is. It's Dylan Williams. He's a Gryffindor boy in the year above me. He was in the 'cool' group and always had no shortage of friends and girls hanging off him. Him and Isaac, another boy in his year. He was someone lots of girls used to swoon over, and I always knew why, although I didn't do that myself, I knew he was out of the question, a year older and handsome.

I was cut out of my wonder when I noticed the blood seeping through his shirt. He must have a cut.

I wave my hands in front of his face, but he doesn't wake up. I can't very well let him bleed to death here, especially not after I decked him. That would just be impolite. I giggle to myself at my twisted humour and then set to work. My older siblings had to learn muggle first aid for their job, so they'd taught me some basics. I also had a potion in my bag, one that healed most wounds. The bag contained some necessary things, like tensor bandages, potions and um... feminine hygiene products.

I make quick work of removing his open plaid shirt, but he's wearing a grey shirt under it. So I gently out my hands at the base of his shirt, and lift it up, so that it doesn't rub against the open wound. Slowly I peel off his shirt, until it's sitting around his neck. It took awhile to get it off his arms and head, but finally I accomplished it.

I look carefully at the wound. It looks deep and long, but the potion should close it. I hope.

I leave him lying there as I go back to the bag laying a few feet away. I reach my hand in and feel it close around a small bottle. I walk quickly back to him. With a quick cleaning from his shirt, I realize without the blood, the wound is rather small. Relieved, I drizzle a little amount of the potion on his chest, which closes the wound instantly. I give the rest of his upper body a cursory glance to check for any other injuries. I see a large splinter of wood stuck in his right shoulder. With my teeth grit, I pull the wood out. His sleeping form moves as if in pain. I pour a little more of the potion on his forearm, which closes it does nothing. That worries greatly so I pour a liberal amount, bringing his fidgeting to a close. The wound appears to heal, although there's a light pink scaring where it was seconds ago.

I start to relaxed when I realize that his face is a lot more pale than it was before. My mode draws a momentary blank before I realize he must have lost a fair amount of blood.

I run to the bag, and dig my arm in, finding my only other potion, a blood replenishing one. They're fairly easy to make. I walk quickly back to Dylan. Gently prying his jaw open, I drizzle some of the blood replenisher into his mouth. A swirl of red emits from his mouth, which means the potion has worked.

Now that I'm satisfied that he isn't going to die, I look more closely at his condition. The darkness under his eyes makes it look like he's suffering from lack of sleep. There's nothing I can do to fix that, but hopefully the blood replenishing should have worked, so I think he'll be just fine when he wakes up.

I retreat from him, going to sitting a few feet away, more close to Cassie.

I sit like that for what must be a few hours, since the sun is starting to dip, meaning it must be a little after noon.

That's when I hear it. His breathing has changed, it's no longer smooth and even. Now it's quick and uneven. I quickly crawl over to him. I lean my face over his, listening to his breathing. I slowly move my head up, about a for away from his face, when his eye lashes flutter.

Slowly, I'm met with bright hazel eyes.

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