I blinked my eyes open. I could see an ashen faced Remy, and a worried Madame Pomfrey, Snape and Dumbledore.
"What've I done now?" I asked, just as a rush of memories hit me. "I was bitten, wasn't I?"
I looked down to my shoulder, which now bares a bite-shaped scar.
"Merlin! I hate myself so much," Remy buried his face in his hands. "I've hurt Emily and Oh my Merlin, I might have killed another girl."
"You should," Snape sneered.
"Another gi-" my eyes widened in horror as I realised. "Killed?"
"We don't know if she'll live..." Dumbledore said gravely.
I scrambled out of my bed and rushed through the curtains. Charlotte lay there, pale as anything, with blood running down her arm.
"You can fix her can't you?"
"Werewolf wounds are hard to heal."
"You healed mine."
The teachers exchanged glances. My hand flew to my mouth.
"I'm a... I'm a werewolf."
The teachers nodded gravely.
"Surely she'll just end up as one then? Surely..." I broke down into tears. "You can save her! There has to be a way!"
"Emily, I don't know that we can..."
I sprint out of the room towards the library. I have thousands of thoughts, threatening to drown me.
My friend could die!
And even if she lives, how can she not hate me? It's my fault for taking her with me!
My vision blurs and voices merge together. I fall out of consciousness again.