August 4, 1996

Though my escape from Malfoy Manor was on July 30th, I am still confined to the Hospital Wing. Due to my injuries, Thursday was the first time I was able to use a quill. Poppy has been patient and says I am recovering faster than expected, and though bored I find I don't care.

My injuries included: prolonged exposure to the Cruciatus, third degree burns, four broken ribs, a broken arm, a shattered knee, internal bleeding, a lost pinkie, starvation, a werewolf bite, poison, and numerous cuts and bruises.

Today she delivered the news: not everything can be fixed. The damage to my knee was too great, and though I will one day walk I will have a slight limp. As my pinkie was removed by a dark curse, she can't grow it back. All of the cuts will leave scars, and the after-effects of the Cruciatus have no cure. I will begin a type of physical therapy program next week to try to regain mobility and reduce the tremors.

Professor Dumbledore has allowed my parents to stay at Hogwarts, and convinced them to let me stay in the magical world. I know they worry about me, but they don't understand that magic is a part of me. I can't just turn my back on the one place I finally belong, dangerous or not.

It was Professor McGonagall who delivered the worst of the news. It's not enough that my injuries caused permanent damage or that I'm a werewolf. Those bloody bastards cost me my education. I won't be allowed to attend classes as a normal 6th year.

I am pregnant

H.

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