N/A: Keep in mind that this is my first fan fiction and I wrote it in grade 7
"...and that concludes our lesson on witch burning of the 14th century."
"Can his lessons get any more boring?" yawned Ron as they came out of their History of Magic lesson.
Harry secretly agreed, but Hermione protested and bored them all with a long lecture
about how important history would prove to be in their future careers. When they arrived at the portrait of the Fat Lady, leading to the Gryffindor common room, Hermione spoke the password (Anvarma) and they walked in.
"Ginny, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in Divination?"
"I would be, but we were sent back here when Professor Trelawney collapsed on the floor."
"Well that's not much of a surprise; we knew someday that old bat would-"
"-But that's not the only reason. After she collapsed she was mumbling stuff under her breath that we couldn't understand. Then she started flinching and pointing in different directions to different people."
"That's strange," said Hermione.
"I know! Ellen Walker went to get Madame Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore. When
they came back, Professor Dumbledore told us to go back to our common rooms until our next
lesson."
Ron, Harry and Hermione looked at each other and shrugged knowing it was probably
one of her famous "fake" predictions she always seemed to have.
The three had just started their 7th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
They were just able to squeeze out of Divination classes, one of Harry's least favourite subjects,
reason being that Professor Trelawney managed to predict some horrible fate for him every time
he walked into her classroom.
* * *
It was Saturday and the castle grounds shone with dew under the warm sun. Quidditch
practice was cancelled because everyone on the team had fallen mysteriously ill over night.
Everyone except for Harry and Ron. It seemed that the only ones getting sick were 16 years old
or younger. Colin Creevey, however, was an exception. He seemed to be the only person
younger then Harry who hadn't caught the illness.
Many people became suspicious of a curse going around and stayed away from the
hospital wing in fear of catching it. Whatever it was.
Harry, Ron and Hermione went to visit Ginny after supper in the Great Hall. She was in the hospital wing with all the other sick children.
"Whoa!" they said while stopping in front of the open door astonished at how many people where sick in bed.
They went looking around the hospital wing for Ginny.
"Yuck!" yelled Ron who was in obvious discusted shock.
"Oh my!" said Hermione surprised.
Everyone in the room except Madame Pomfrey had green mouldy spots. The kind that cheese has when it's gone bad.
"This stuff must be really contagious!" exclaimed Harry.
After 5 minutes of searching they found Ginny. She was on a bed, sleeping, also covered
in the spots.
"This is not the ideal place to be right now dears. I would suggest that you three move on
out of here before you may catch it yourselves," spoke a stressed Madame Pomfrey.
They agreed and walked out of the hospital wing and into the corridors.
"What's going on?" pondered Harry as all three of them headed for the Gryffindor
common room and climbed into the portrait hole.
"I have an idea but I need to go check in the library just to make sure. Harry I need your
invisibility cloak," Hermione spoke.