Anger and Guilt

                                    

                                          
When consciousness finally returned to her, the first thing she noticed was that she was no longer laying on the cold, stone floor. Beneath her fingers, she felt fabric and her body was placed on a soft surface. Next thing she knew, her nose was assaulted with the strong scent of disinfectant. She felt extremely weak, and when she opened her eyes, she shut them immediately again, bright with light assaulting her sensitive eyes.
                          
After a few seconds, she opened her eyes once more, slowly this time. Looking at the ceiling, she knew her suspicion was right. The hospital wing. Slowly she turned her head around the room, hoping to find someone there to tell her what was going on.
                          
With a pang, she remembered what had happened, and nearly vomited on the floor. She'd killed a man. One that had tried to kill her and Charlie, but still... Oh Merlin! Where was Charlie?! He couldn't be – be dead, right? She'd saved him before Voldemort did anything too bad to him.
                          
With new energy, the motivation to find out what had happened t her brother, she sat up and got ready to leave the bed. With her legs hanging off the bed, she looked around for her shoes. Or any pair of shoes, really. She quickly came to the conclusion that there were none to be found. 'Okay, then without the shoes.' In her pajama's, she got up from the bed and headed to the large doors that lead to the hallways.
                          
She got about halfway there before she had to lean on a nearby bed. She was very dizzy, and needed a minute to make sure she wasn't going to fall over. When she leaned on the bed with her right arm, a sharp pain shot up through her entire arm, and she noticed a bandage around her upperarm. That must have been where Voldemort had hit her, she guessed. She hadn't even felt it during the fight, adrenaline keeping her sedated to the pain. She looked at the bandage, seeing it slowly turning red with her blood.
                          
With a deep breath, she continued her way to the door. When she finally made it to the doors, one of them swung open, hitting her dead in the face.
                          
"Ah!" Okay, that hurt.
                          
"Jennifer?! Oh, dear Merlin, you're okay!" She recognized that voice, it was her best friend after all.
                          
"Neville?" She looked up from her position on the floor. How had she ended up on the floor? She tasted something metallic on her lips, and reached up to find that her nose was bleeding slightly.
                          
"Oh, no! I'm so sorry Jay! I'll go get Madam Pomfrey. Wait here." He took off, running back out the door he'd just entered the room through, with speed she didn't know he was capable of. She looked at the retreating form of her friend, still slightly dazed. Blinking her ayes a few times, she managed to stop the world from tilting so much, and got back up on her feet. But by the time she finally made it through the door, her friend was back, together with not only Madam Pomfrey, but also her parents, the Headmaster and her Head of House.
                          
"Miss Potter, why honstely! The moment I leave to go to the end of year feast is when you decide to awaken?"
                          
"Oh, my baby is finally awake! Thank Merlin, we've all been so worried-"
                          
"Are you allright cub? How are you feeling? Is there something wrong-"
                          
The noise flooded her, and she couldn't make anything out of it. Everyone was trying to get her attention and they were all speaking through each other. Her eyes darted from one person to the next, unable to focus. Her breathing got more irregular, and at that point Madam Pomfrey luckily made an end to it all.
                          
"Quiet, the lot of you! You are clearly distressing my patient!" They all fell silent, and Madam Pomfrey began leading her back to her bed. There was something that she'd been doing, right? Something important. She looked around, in hopes of remembering what she'd needed to do a minute ago.