Before I even opened my eyes I noticed five things that did not make sense. First, I was not in my bed. Second, I was cold. Third, did I smell copper? Fourth, I was lying on a hard, wet surface. And last, I was covered in some sticky substance. Part of me hoped I was still dreaming because the other part of me didn’t want to find out what kind of mess I got into while I was sleeping.
I slowly opened my eyes and discovered myself in the bathroom. The stained glass window of the mermaid waved at me and I realized that I was in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom; and yet I didn’t hear the miserable, self-loathing wailing that indicated Myrtle’s presence. Probably because she already flooded this one. I wonder where her other haunt spots are in the castle.
I grabbed the edge of the sink and got up off of the wet floor. As much as my new midnight trips have been scaring me what I saw when I looked in the mirror was even more horrifying. My pajamas were stained a dark, metallic red. My hands and legs were completely covered in blood. Was I still sleeping? Please tell me that I am still sleeping in my bed (or somewhere) and that this is some strange horrible nightmare that I will eventually wake up from. I’d pinch myself, but what would be the point in that? It’s not like I’d be able to tell whether I was sleeping or not.
It was times like these where I hated not being able to feel pain. Am I hurt?Was I bleeding? Did I hurt myself? Of course I did! I was covered in blood! Oh God, what if it wasn’t my blood? What if it is? See, if I were a normal person and I was bleeding, I would also be in pain and know what the hell was wrong with me. I also wouldn’t have slept through it and become a bloody mess. Of course none of this was helping me calm down as I manically scrubbed the blood off of my hands. I grabbed some paper towels, wet it, and started on my legs. Ugh, this is so bloody frustrating.
Enough was enough. At first I thought that I could handle this whole sleepwalking thing. I thought that it would have stopped by now, but now it’s scaring me. With that thought I knew what I had to do. I have to tell someone. I have to tell Nev. He’s going to be a little upset that I didn’t tell him before, but given a day or so he’ll understand. First things first, I need to go to Madam Pomfrey and find out just what is wrong with me. Hopefully she won’t make me sleep there forever or until I stop sleepwalking; whichever comes first.
There was something eerie about walking the dark hallways of the castle tonight, I couldn’t really pin point why. I chucked it to still being freaked out from waking up from a bloody nightmare and continued my way to the hospital wing, trying to ignore the old groans of the castle. I tried to shake off my nerves, subconsciously walking faster. It’s not like this is your first midnight stroll, I told myself. I took a deep breath, get a hold of yourself Cal.
I couldn’t help letting out the sigh of relief when I finally made it to the hospital wing. While I didn’t know what time it was, I could tell it was late and yet Madam Pomfrey was still in her office. Only one bed seemed to be occupied with the curtains closed. Although I didn’t make much noise, my entrance startled her. “Miss Longbottom, what are you doing out of bed? You’ve been ordered bed rest. You really shouldn’t be walking about, especially now.” She said.
Especially now? “I’m sorry Madam Pomfrey, but I think something’s wrong with me.” I said quietly. She put down the old leather book that she was reading face down on her desk and walked toward me, her eyes crinkled with concern. “I’ve sort of been … sleepwalking recently.” I dragged out, the floor seeming much more interesting suddenly. “I didn’t think it was that big a deal, so I didn’t tell anyone and would just go back to bed, but tonight…” I trailed off. Madam Pomfrey sighed, “You should have come to me earlier. Sleepwalking is easily fixed with a simple Draught of Peace, dearie.”
“I know, I just didn’t want to worry anyone and I know that they can become quite addicting. I just didn’t think it was that serious, but now I just woke up in the bathroom with my hands and legs covered in blood and I have to admit that it’s starting to freak me out a bit,” I said with a nervous chuckle. “I was wondering if you could run a few tests on me, see what’s wrong with me? I’m not dying, am I?”
“Of course not, dear. Sit, sit.” She ordered me to sit down on one of the hospital beds as she whipped out her wand. “Now, how long have you been sleepwalking?” She asked as she started to examine me. “I don’t know … a few weeks? Maybe a month or so?” I answered. “You really should have come to me before, especially with your condition.” She reprimanded. “I know, I’m sorry Madam Pomfrey.” I apologized.
After a few more tests she placed her wand back into her holster. “So, am I dying then?” I asked, only partly joking. “Of course not, but…” she stopped for a moment as if she had something to say, but didn’t know quite how to go about it. Madam Pomfrey sat next to me on the hospital bed. “But…?” I asked, wondering where this was going. “I know that this conversation should be coming from your mother, but hasn’t your Grandmother ever told you about … becoming a woman?” What? Please tell me that I’m still dreaming…
My eyes almost bugged out of their sockets. “What?” I asked incredulously. “There’s nothing wrong with you. This is perfectly natural. There comes a time in every girls life when her body begins to transition from a girl into a woman. This is just the first change that your body is making and I know that it’s scary, but it’s perfectly normal. Every girl matures at their own pace, some earlier than others and that’s okay. You’re a long way from dying, so don’t you worry, dearie.” She gave an encouraging smile. “Now, you may want to owl your Grandmother about this. There should also be some books you may want to check out tomorrow in the library, but until then…”
Madam Pomfrey got up and went to retrieve something from her office and something else from her potions cabinet. She handed me a stack of napkins with flowers on them and a small flask filled with a shimmering turquoise potion. “Now this is for the sleepwalking. You need only take a sip before bed and that should keep you from straying from your dormitory. I want you to take it every night, you hear? It’s too late to be walking the castle alone at night so here is a change of clothes and remember to put on a pad over the underwear. Then take a sip of the Draught of Peace and lie down on one of the beds. Well, what are you waiting for? It’s not getting any earlier! Chop, chop.” Well, that was awkward…
The next morning I went back to the dormitories to shower and change before heading to breakfast. Everyone must have already gone to breakfast because I didn’t see them in the common room. I tried to take a fast shower because I was really hungry and I could so go for some pancakes right about now.
I realized I was right when once I got to the Great Hall and immediately saw Ron in the middle of the Gryffindor table with three sausages in his mouth, making him look like a chipmunk.There seemed to be something hot on the Hogwarts Gossip Train because the Great Hall was practically buzzing.
“Where have you been? You weren’t in bed. Did you hear what happened last night?” Hermione burst out before I even sat down. “I was in the Hospital Wing. No, what happened?” I asked. I wonder if this was what Madam Pomfrey hinted at last night.
“We were coming back from Nearly Headless Nick’s Boring Deathday Party when we saw it.” Ron began dramatically before stuffing another sausage into his mouth. Hermione scoffed in disgust. I almost did too. If he stuffs anymore it might start coming out of his nose. I really don’t know how he does it. “Saw what?” I asked curiously.
Ron’s eyes bugged out and he suddenly started coughing and choking on his sausage. I turned around and saw Filch grumpily stomping his was way through the Great Hall. At the sight of the glare he was shooting in our direction, if I had food in my mouth, I probably would have choked on it too. “What’s his problem? Filch looks even more miserable than usual.” Harry squirmed in his seat a little. “He thinks that I killed Mrs. Norris.”
“That’s bullocks. Why would you kill Mrs. Norris?” This just doesn’t make any sense. “I didn’t!” Harry said loudly before leaning in to whisper. “I heard those voices again, coming back from the Deathday party so we went to investigate.” Nev snorted. “Yeah, everyone knows that it’s always good to run toward killer voices…” I smirked and bumped shoulders with my brother. “Okay, so did you find out who the killer voice belonged to?”
“No, but we did find a message on written with blood on the wall: THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED. ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE. Mrs. Norris was hanging by her tail underneath it, petrified.” Hermione explained. “Petrified?” I questioned. “How was she petrified?”
“No one knows, but because we were the first once at the scene Filch thinks I did it. He kept yelling about his about how we found his Kwikspell letter. At least Dumbledore knows that it wasn’t me, even Snape didn’t think I did it. I thought he’d agree with Filch if it could get me expelled, but he did try to kick me off of the Quidditch team though so it wasn’t that strange.” Harry said. “I saw that Professor Sprout got some mandrakes last week; they can be essential in most antidotes.” Nev piped in. I threw a small smile towards my brother, “So then Mrs. Norris will be fine in no time.” Harry seemed pensive. “Do you think that I should have told them about that voice I heard?”
“No,” Ron said immediately. “Hearing voices no one else can hear isn’t a good sign, even in the wizarding world.” Hermione nodded in agreement. “It’s strange though, isn’t it? Harry hears this voice and then … Mrs. Norris turns up petrified.” Although Hermione didn’t know it, she made a bigger point than she meant to. She was right, it is strange. I’ve been sleepwalking and then I wake up covered in blood the same night that there’s a mysterious message written on the wall in blood? Should I still tell them about what happened last night? What if they think I was responsible? What if I was? It’s not like I remember what I get up to while I sleepwalk. For all I know, I could have…
I’m probably just freaking myself out for nothing. I don’t even know what the Chamber of Secrets is, so how could I have possibly found it and opened it in my sleep? That would be crazy. Right?