Hello. Here's the other half of the chapter from the book. Somewhat of the other half anyway. Enjoy!


Autumn's P.O.V

"Nearly there, Autumn. You'll be all right in a minute-almost there-" Ron soothed as we saw Hagrid's cabin come into view. We were within twenty feet of Hagrid's when the front door opened, but it wasn't Hagrid who emerged. Lockhart, wearing robes of palest mauve today, came striding out. Why did he have to be at Hagrid's today? Today! Of all the other days, why today!?

"Quick, behind here" Harry hissed, dragging me behind a nearby bush. Ron and Hermione followed, somewhat reluctantly.

"It's a simple matter if you know what you're doing!" Lockhart was saying loudly to Hagrid. "If you need help, you know where I am! I'll let you have a copy of my book. I'm surprised you haven't already got one-I'll sign one tonight and send it over. Well, good-bye!" I heard footsteps leaving. I rolled my eyes and shook my head at how narcissisthe is. We waited until Lockhart was out of sight, then pulled me out of the bush with him and up to Hagrid's front door. Hermione knocked gently. Hagrid appeared at once, looking very grumpy, but his expression brightened when he saw that it was us.

"Bin wonderin' when you'd come ter see me-come in, come in-thought you mighta bin Professor Lockhart back again-" Hagrid said. I shivered. I didn't like that Lockhart was a Professor. Harry, Ron, and Hermione supported me over the threshold into the one-roomed cabin, which was really roomy for one-room. Hagrid didn't seem perturbed by my slug problem. How that is, is way beyond me. It's Hagrid! Harry and Ron hastily explained as they lowered me into a chair.

"Better out than in" Hagrid said cheerfully, plunking a large copper basin in front of me. "Get 'em all up, Autumn"

"I don't think there's anything to do except wait for it to stop" Hermione said anxiously. I looked up at her in shock and a little bit of fear before bending down again. "That's a difficult curse to work at the best of times, but with a broken wand-"

Hagrid was bustling around making us tea. His boarhound, Fang, kept trying to lick me.

"Animals sure do love you" Ron said. I smiled and burped up slugs in the basin.

"What did Lockhart want with you, Hagrid?" Harry asked, distracting Fang by scratching his ears.

"Givin' me advice on gettin' kelpies out of a well" Hagrid growled, moving a half-plucked rooster off his scrubbed table and setting down the teapot. "Like I don' know. An' bangin' on about some banshee he banished. If one word of it was true, I'll eat my kettle" he complained. I looked up surprised at Hagrid. It was most unlike him to criticize a Hogwarts teacher. Harry was also looking him in surprise.

"I think you're being a bit unfair. Professor Dumbledore obviously thought he was the best man for the job-" Hermione argued, in a somewhat higher voice than usual.

"He was the on'y man for the job" Hagrid corrected, offering a plate of treacle toffee, while I coughed squelchily into the basin. "An' I mean the on'y one. Gettin' very difficult ter find anyone fer the Dark Arts job. People aren't too keen ter take it on, see. They're startin' ter think it's jinxed. No one's lasted long fer a while now. So tell me-" Hagrid said, jerking his head at Ron. "Who was he tryin' ter curse?" Hagrid asked.

"He was trying to hit Malfoy, but got me instead. Nice shot, by the way. First time I saw a spell come out fairly right" I answered.

"Still sorry about that" Ron apologized.

"Don't be. I already put all those jinxes on him. He won't be able to see straight for a week" I laughed. I then coughed up slugs.

"He deserved it for what he said to Hermione. I could tell it was bad from the reactions" Harry said.

"What'd he say?" Hagrid asked.

"Malfoy called Hermione something-it was bad because everyong went wild" Harry answered. Never let him explain something that he doesn't know.

"It was bad. Malfoy called her 'Mudblood', Hagrid" Ron corrected him. I dived out of sight again as a fresh wave of slugs made their appearance. When I came up again, Hagrid looked outraged.

"He didn'!" he growled at Hermione.

"He did. But I don't know what it means. I could tell it was really rude, of course-" Hermione said.

"It's about the most insulting thing he could think of" I gasped.

"Mudblood's a really foul name for someone who is Muggle-born-you know, non-magic parents. There are some wizards-like Malfoy's family-who think they're better than everyone else because they're what people call pure-blood" Ron added. I gave a small burp, and a small slug fell into my hand.

"That's disgusting" I groaned. I threw the slug into the basin while Ron continued.

"I mean, the rest of us know it doesn't make any difference at all. Look at Neville- he's pure-blood and he can hardly stand a cauldron the right way up" Ron finished.

"You know that he's trying his best, Ron" I scolded.

"Yeah, but that was an example" Ron shrugged.

"An' they haven't invented a spell you girls can' do" Hagrid said proudly. Hermione went a brilliant shade of magenta.

"Nice color, Hermione. That really brings out your eyes" I giggled. Hermione rolled her eyes at me.

"Don't you roll your eyes at me, missy" I teased. Hermione stuck her tongue out at me.

"Very mature" I laughed.

"It's a disgusting thing to call someone" Ron said chanding the topic back. "Dirty blood, see. Common blood. It's ridiculous. Most wizards these days are half-blood anyway. If we hadn't married Muggles we'd've died out" he said. I retched and ducked out of sight again.

"Well, I don' blame yeh fer tryin' ter curse him, Ron" Hagrid said loudly over the thuds of slugs hitting the bottom of the basin. "Bu' maybe it was a good thing that Autumn was in the way. 'Spect Lucius Malfoy would've come marchin' up ter school if yeh'd cursed his son. Least yer not in trouble"

"Harry, Autumn. Gotta bone ter pick with yeh. I've heard you've bin givin' out signed photos. How come I haven't got one?" Hagrid asked looking to Harry and me. I would've laughed at his face if I could, but I ended up having a coughing fit and spitting out slugs in the basin.

"We have not been giving out signed photos. If Lockhart's still spreading that around-" I heard Harry said hotly, and loudly I might add. Then I heard laughter, other than me dying. I think that might be Hagrid.

"I'm on'y jokin'" I heard Hagrid say. I then proceeded to hear a smack, and then a thud. My guess would be that Hagrid pat Harry on the back, but it sent Harry face first into the table. I was sent into another coughing fit when I saw that in my mind.

"Die quitely, please" Hermione teased. Oh, I get it. Hermione getting payback for earlier, I think.

"What if I don't want to, Hermione. Maybe I want the whole world to know that I'm dying" I coughed out.

"Don' think he did. An' then I told him I'd never read one o' his books an' he decided ter go" Hagrid said, his eyes twinkling.

"Come an' see what I've bin growin'" Hagrid said as Harry, Ron, and Hermione finished their tea. They walked outside. I decided that it would be better if I stayed in here to avoid burping up slugs all over the place. I didn't want that to happen. I waited patiently as they were talking outside. I was dying, by that I mean burping up slugs and laughing. I was telling jokes to myself in my head. That might make me crazy, but it passes the time, and it also helps to get rid of the slugs. After who-knows-how-long, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Hagrid came back inside.

"They should all be big by the time the Halloween feast comes" Ron said.

"I shoul' hope so" Hagrid agreed.

"What were you doing in here?" Hermione asked.

"Dying from all these slugs. Plus, I was telling myself some jokes" I answered with a small burp.

"Looks like it did the trick" she smiled.

"Yep. Now I can-" I started. I leaned over the basin and threw up again.

"Oh come on!" I complained in between the throwing up. I don't know how, but I'm throwing up my stomachs contents. Wait, I didn't even have breakfast today! So, what-? I opened my eyes and saw it. I was throwing up blood.

"Uh...is it bad for me to be throwing up blood?" I asked.

"How's that happening?" Ron asked. I shrugged in response and threw up again.

"Okay, we need to take you to Madam Pomfrey. Thanks, Hagrid" Hermione said as she helped me up.

"You look pale" Ron observed.

"Are you going to keep being Captain Obvious, or are you going to help?" Hermione asked.

"Nice one, Hermione" I complimented before coughing.

"Try not to talk so much" Harry suggested. I gave him a bloody thumbs-up. I suddenly felt light-headed and dizzy, like the pixies were spinning me again. I felt so light-headed that I felt like I was floating. I passed out and fell to the floor hearing faint voices calling my name.


I slit my eyes open. I saw darkness, but I realized that I wasn't in the Gryffindor common room. I sat up, looking around and wondering where it is I was. Then I remembered, the early Quidditch practice, Draco being the new Slytherin Seeker, me jinxing him, Ron accidently cursing me, Hagrid's, and finally, me coughing up blood. I passed out. Was it the slugs that made me cough up blood, or did someone jinx me through the window? That I may never know. I looked around and saw the hospital wing in the dark. It must be night time right now. I shivered. I'm okay with hospitals, they just freak me out in the dark.

"Come...come to me. ...Let me rip you. ...Let me tear you. ...Let me kill you" I jumped. That was not any voice I knew, and I certainly don't think any of the students or teachers have that kind of voice. It sounded cold, like ice-cold venom. It could chill the marrow in my bones. I'm sure that I wasn't the only person that heard that, right? I didn't see anyone react, or anyone at all for that matter. I don't even see where Madam Pomfrey is. I guess I'll ask if anyone else heard that voice tomorrow. I was really tired, even when I passed out several hours earlier. I laid back down and closed my eyes. I went back to sleep.


Done. I usually listen to all my Harry Potter music on my Spotify account, it gets me in the mood. I just cut myself on a razor blade and I didn't feel it until I looked at my hand. Ouch.

Alice: You deserved it.

Turtle: Alice! What are you doing here!? You're not supposed to be in the story until later! In the summer at the end of the year at the least!

Alice: I was bored, so I wanted to come over and see what you were working on now.

Turtle: Well, now you saw. You also made me tell everyone what was coming at the end of the year!

Alice: Well, I'll just go now.

Turtle: Yeah. You do that. *Alice leaves* Sorry, guys, that was my character from my other stories. I wanted it to be a surprise, but we ruined it for you. THANKS, ALICE! She will come into the story later. I'm going to love writing that part.

Elsa: Why did you make me throw up blood?

Turtle: You'll find out.

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