An Unexpected Funder

Ginny's Quidditch team doesn't have enough money. Will Draco help, despite his depression? Will she help him in return by being his friend? Or more? And what'll happen when Harry comes back?


13. Pain

Draco POV

I slowly gained consciousness and as the darkness in front of my eyes was broken by a bit of light the first thing that came to my mind was that I had gone to heaven.

I hadn't expected that, I've done so many things I shouldn't have in the war and even before that, I'd thought that I didn't deserve to go to heaven. Then a wave of pain hit me and I realised that I hadn't died.

I really couldn't do anything right! I couldn't even kill myself properly!


The pain was almost enough to make me pass out again, but sadly, that didn't happen and I had to endure every excruciating bit of it for what seemed like ages. Every part of my body hurt and every singly movement I tried to make hurt even more.

All I could do was look at the sky and tree branches above me, I couldn't even move my head to look at something more entertaining to distract me from the immense pain.

So I just looked at the bright blue sky, thinking about eyes that looked just like that. Ginny. What would she be doing now? Probably hanging around with Scarface. I sighed heavily, crying out loudly because of the immense pain it caused. I slowly closed my eyes, hoping it would end sooner if I did so and hoping that I would faint again.

Of course that didn't happen, I'm not that lucky. So I just laid there for what seemed like hours, sometimes screaming if the pain suddenly got worse, sometimes just thinking about the past, about all the mistakes I made.


Then I heard a bush rustle a bit harder than it could have if it had been moved only by wind. I slowly opened my eyes, praying to Merlin that it wasn't some kind of animal that would eat me and cause me even more pain.

I tried to move my head, but found that I couldn't because of the pain, so I couldn't see what was heading my way. It could be a bear. Knowing my luck I'll get eaten by it after it's played with me and after ripping all my limbs from my rump. I shivered, almost passing out in the process and tried to get my eyes to focus on what was coming to me.

The crunching of twigs got closer and then I saw a something hovering over me. At first I couldn't see what it was because it stood in my light so my eyes had to adjust a little to the sudden darkness.

Then I saw who (not what) was standing there and I couldn't believe my eyes.

It was one of my house-elves, called Mud. Father gave him that name, I didn't, Mud is my favourite house-elf and always played with me when I was younger.

I was incredibly relieved it wasn't some kind of animal, but I didn't have a clue why Mud would be here. I couldn't really think about a reason why, because the pain kept distracting me.

"Master, Mud is here now everything will is alright!" Mud said, verb tenses really weren't his cup of tea…

"Mud will safe you, if Master could just held still…" He mumbled and kept on rambling about how injured I was and that he would get me to St. Mungo's any minute now.

Why would he get me to St. Mungo's, I didn't want to go there! So I tried to struggle so he wouldn't be able to lessen my pain enough so we could Apparate. When that didn't work, he just put some kind of body binding spell on me, I tried to tell him that he mustn't stop the pain, but it didn't go that well…

"Mud..." I whispered, because my throat hurt too much to really talk. "Mud … l-leave."


"Yes Master, we be leaving any minute now." I felt my eyes widen in horror, no, this couldn't be happening!

"Leave!" I said again, a little clearer and this time with a bit more authority in it. I didn't want to live, I couldn't! I had to die, he shouldn't be here to safe me. How did I deserve this! I didn't even fight on the Dark side in the war and still I have to suffer this life!


"Soon, Master!" Mud said, looking me in the eye and aiming pain killing spells at me even faster. So the pain lessened and soon I didn't feel any of it anymore, so I tried to move my head to look at my injured body.

Emphasis on tried, Mud pushed my head down again and said: "Master mustn't try to look now, must let Mud care for Master.

I really couldn't even kill myself properly, I'm such an idiot!

When I get out of St. Mungo's I'll find a more efficient way to kill myself that's for sure! Why does this kind of thing always happen to me?

I tried to protest more, but this time no sound would come out of my mouth, because I'd lost my voice. I'd screamed too loud , because of the pain I was in and before I knew it I was side-along Apparating with Mud to St. Mungo's.

When we arrived there I, of course, had to make a grand entrance and throw up all over myself.

Great, like I didn't have enough problems to begin with. Why did Mud have to side-along Apparate me, that always makes me dizzy and sick and he knows that!

When I looked up from my puke covered chest I saw Mud calling a Mediwitch so she could take care of me. I sighed heavily, it seemed like I've been doing that a lot lately.

Then a Mediwitch came to me and sat down and leaned over me to look at my injuries, while she kept saying that everything was going to be alright now.

How could she even know that! I was certain that nothing was going to be alright ever again. She still didn't love me, that hadn't changed, so how could everything ever be alright again?


When she'd finished her investigation, she put a spell on me to lift me and brought me to an operation room, where other Mediwizards and witches were waiting.

Then she put me down on the table and another one of them said some spell I didn't quite catch, because it passed me out in no time.

The last thing that went through my mind was, of course, Ginny. What would she think if she knew that I'd tried to commit suicide?

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