Chapter 3! This chapter was quite easy to write so it didnt take to long and I'm already about half way through the next chapter too :-) I know that this chapter isn't as long as the other two but there was really nothing else i could add to it but i hope you enjoy it anyway.

Chapter 3 – "What's with all the flowers?"

"Erm Harry?" said Grace quietly. "That's not Snape."

"Snape?" said Quirrell. "Ah yes, he does seem the type doesn't he? Next to him, who would suspect p-p-poor st-st-stuttering Quirrell?"

Grace glanced at Harry who looked just as shocked as she felt.

"But Snape tried to kill me!"

Grace looked from Harry to Quirrell and then around the room, searching frantically for an escape route. Come on, she thought while they were talking about how Snape was the innocent one in all of this, anything Grace; just think of something!

But she couldn't; there was no way out. She saw the mirror and wondered, briefly, why it was there because as far as she could tell that was the only thing in the room. It was a dead-end. And they were going to pay dearly for thinking that they could do this on their own.

Suddenly ropes appeared out of thin air, binding her, choking her. She struggled but couldn't break free and her vision was becoming cloudier by the minute.

"GRACE!" yelled Harry. She could hear him, but she couldn't quite gather enough strength to answer; the ropes were forcing all the air out of her lungs.

"Tell me where the Stone is boy!" said a sharp, cold voice that she didn't recognise.

"GRACE! Let her go! Grace!"

She felt herself falling more than she saw it. She felt every step on the way down and she knew that it should hurt but somehow, it didn't. The last thing she saw was the bottom of the mirror turned on its' side and then everything went black…..

She could hear voices, quiet at first but getting steadily louder.

"How long before they wake up?"

"I don't know. Madam Promfrey said Grace should be waking up soon…"

Grace tried to move, to let them know that she was fine but her whole body felt heavy and she found that it was much easier to just continue lying there.

"She's been pretty out of it for a while now though."

"I know."

The voices sounded worried and Grace tried again to open her eyes. It felt like they were glued shut.

"And what about Harry?"

That did it. She stirred, her eyes opened and the entire room swayed.

"I'll go get Madam Promfrey." Footsteps hurried away while Grace was still attempting to make sense of the room. Finally, someone's face came into focus. It was Ron. There seemed to be a lot of colours behind his head but she couldn't quite work out what they were.

"Hey Grace, how you feeling?"

"Harry," she managed to mumble. "Is he okay? Where is he?"

"Yeah Grace. He's going to be fine. He's right here."

She turned her head to face the bed next to hers and saw him. Someone had taken his glasses off and he was lying down. He looked peaceful; like he was asleep.

"Good morning Miss Blackseyer!" Hermione had returned with Madam Promfrey. "How are you feeling?" She began bustling around Grace, pulling her up gently but firmly into a sitting position while she conjured another pillow so that she could lean back but still be upright.

"I've been better," Grace muttered. She was happy to hear that her voice didn't sound as groggy as before. Now that she was sitting, she realised that the mass of shapeless colours she had seen before were flowers. Lots of them.

"Well drink this," said Madam Promfrey handing Grace a potion that was a nasty shade of green. "Don't worry, you should be back on your feet in no time."

"I'm not drinking that," she said in disgust after giving the potion a very cautious sniff.

"You will if you want to leave this room before the end of the year," replied Madam Promfrey as she returned to her office after checking on Harry.

Grace sighed and then, holding her nose, drained the cup in one huge gulp.

"Eurgh! That stuff is foul," she said placing the empty cup on the side. She looked up. Both Ron and Hermione were watching her warily as if they expected her to pass out again any second.

"I'm fine people," she said. "What's with all the flowers?"

"Apparently you have a lot of ….erm….fans," said Hermione.

Grace looked between them as they exchanged a glance.

"What am I missing?"

"We hope you don't mind…" Hermione began.

"But it got kind of boring waiting for you two to wake up."

"We read some of your get well cards," said Hermione looking embarrassed.

"So?"

"So these people are freaks, Grace," said Ron bluntly, "I mean that one over there sent you a lock of his hair. Tell me that's normal."

Grace laughed. "Yeah okay, I see your point." She looked around and then she caught sight of Harry again. Her smile faded.

"He is going to be okay, right?"

"Madam Promfrey said so," said Hermione looking over at Harry too.

"What happened back there?"

"Dunno the whole story," said Ron. "The entire school's talking about it though."

"As far as we know, Harry stopped You-Know-Who from getting the Stone….but we don't know how."

"We were hoping that you could tell us."

Both of them were looking hopefully at her but Grace shook her head slowly.

"I don't remember."

"Nothing?" said Ron, clearly disappointed.

"Nope."

Madam Promfrey's door opened suddenly making them all jump. After a few more spells to check everything was fine and another mouthful of that awful potion, Grace was free to go. She felt bad for leaving Harry there alone, but staying in the Hospital Wing was already driving her insane.

She went for a walk alone, trying to gather her thoughts about the night before when someone shouted her.

"Oi! Blackseyer!"

Grace turned and saw Blaise running up to her. For a second, she considered running away in the opposite direction but decided against it.

"What can I do for you Blaise?"

"I just wanted to make sure you were alright – I heard what happened."

She stared at him, trying to detect any of the usual cockiness and swagger that he usually delivered all of his lines with but she couldn't. He seemed…well….sincere.

"I'm fine," she replied.

"Good. Glad to hear it. Listen…erm….what are your plans for this summer?"

"Oh….er…I got a few shows lined up and the usual social events." She smiled slightly, knowing that the Malfoys and Mrs Zabini moved in all the same circles and would be going to all the same social gatherings and parties.

"Well…maybe we could go to a few, you know, together?"

She hesitated for a second.

"Sure Blaise. Sounds like fun."

Looking very happy with himself (if a little surprised), he said goodbye and left quickly as though hoping he could get away before she changed her mind. Well, she thought to herself, the Malfoys would be pissed enough this summer with her getting into Gryffindor and helping to stop Voldemort all in one year, might as well give them something to be semi-pleased about.

So there we are, we are at the end of the first book which makes me very happy because i cant wait to get to book 3 as its one of my favourites but please tell me what you thought of it so far :-D