All of a sudden Robin felt cold. Very cold.

"No…It can't be…I…" She realized she couldn't find any reason why it couldn't be true.

"It's clear now," Jason pointed out. "The curse was put on Ravenclaw because she was a muggle. Slytherin wanted to prove that muggles and magic can't mix, so he cursed her with a muggle illness that only the heir could cure because she is a muggleborn!! I just don't see why you would catch it last."

"I do," Robin said, her eyes widening as everything fell into place. "This disease is probably not a big deal in the muggle world anymore. Every year I go to get a vaccine. It keeps us from getting common viruses like the flu, and others that could be more harmful to our health. I probably have a vaccine for this. I will eventually get weakened if I am surrounded by it, and my immune system would be overcome. This would mean I would get it last, but my immune system would be weakned so much that I would have it worse than anyone."

"Well then, we mustn't waste any more time."


Robin was packed and ready to go home. She was anxious too. She needed her father to tell her the solution. She was sure he would. After all, he was one of the best doctors in the hospital he worked in. This was perciseley the reason he was busy all the time. Robin sighed, pushing her hair behind her ear to prevent it from going in her eyes. She hoped he would be able to put off his work long enough to spend the holidays with her. She missed him, and her whole family.

Looking around the train compartment that she now shared with Mandy and Jason, she though of how much her life had changed. If you have told her a year ago where she would be now, she would have laughed in your face and called you insane. By now however, she had accepted the most extraordinary things as everyday life. When their game of cards exploded, for instance, she hardly blinked. When they got to Kings' Cross, they said goodbye to Jason, and found Mandy's parents, and Amy. All of them were going to New York for the holidays.


Once Robin got home, she realized how much she had missed the place. She loved seeing her friends, hanging out, and doing all the normal stuff she used to do. She saw how much Sammy and Melanie, the two year old twins had grown, and heard all about Max's hockey games. She loved being in her own room again, even if she did have to share it with Mandy.

The third night after being home, Robin remembered her very important mission. It was her dad, surprisingly, who reminded her.

"I hear Hogwarts is very, um...exciting this year," he said at dinner.

"Yes, but..."

Her mother interrupted her.

"I'm not sure I want you in a place like that, Robin. You're very, very lucky that your not sick. Those poor children."

"Barbra, don't say that," Mandy's mother scolded her sister. "Hogwarts always has these little problems, and they always find a solution. There's been much worse happening in Hogwarts!"

"You're telling me you're not at all concerned that you're daughter is one of the only three of her whole house, that's not ill yet?"

"Of course I am! It's just that this is nothing unexpected. I am confident in the faculties abilities."

Robin cleared her throat.

"I was trying to say that I think I found the solution." She told them all about what her, Mandy, and Josh had found. "Do you think you could help me?" turned to her dad when she was finished.

"Yes, of course," he said weakly, trying to digest what he had just heard. He recovered. "I'll look into it tonight. For right now though, I think Mandy should lay down. She doesn't look so good."

In alarm Aunt Franny turned to her daughter, who was indeed pale and sick looking.

"Mandy! Bed! Now!"

Mandy, too weak to argue, went into the bedroom she was sharing with Robin.

Amy and Max looked worriedly around the table.

"Seems like whatever it is has got Mandy," Max said.

The twins laughed as they smeared food over their faces.

"I'll look it up tonight," Mr. Glary repeated.

Three hours later, as Mandy lay vomiting and shaking, he had it. First he went into the room to double check that the symptoms matched the illness and then he told Robin what it was.

"It's Labyrinthitis."

"It's who??" Robin raised her eyes.

"It's an infection of the ear. It's not usually such a big deal, but when it's not treated it can lead to meningitis."

Robin didn't have to ask what meningitis was. She knew it was bad.

"Medically speaking, your friends shouldn't still be alive. My best guess is that the healers' magic had some affect on the disease. You had the meningitis shot, but the vaccine might be wearing down."

"So what do we do?"

"As soon as we can, we'll go to the school, and get to the bottom of this."

They had tickets for the following day back to London. They would be accompanied by Mandy's father, who was the only adult wizard that could show them around.

Robin slept a lot on the way on the plane. She was very tired, she suspected, from all the excitement. When they landed, she followed her father and uncle through customs, and into the waiting cab. From there they went to the station, where she learned that the Hogwarts express made a trip every week. They were very lucky that the trip was that very day. She slept again, almost the whole way there. She felt very, very, tired.

Before she knew it they were walking through the great hall of Hogwarts. Robin's dad looked around him in amazement. He had never seen anything quiet like it. They heard the sound of footsteps echoing in the empty hall, and soon Professor Granger appeared.

"Robin! I thought you were home for the-" She paused when she saw the adults. They quickly introduced themselves.

"We need to see the Headmistress." Her uncle, Uncle Gregory, said urgently.

"She's very busy, with all that's been going on."

"It's about that. We think we can help."

She surveyed them skeptically. "I don't think you understand. The best healers have been working to solve this, and they've come up with nothing."

"We think perhaps they've been looking in the wrong places."

She looked at them incredulously.

"Please, Professor," Robin pleaded, "listen to them."

"All right. Follow me."

She led them up to the gargoyles that guarded the Headmistress office. "Ginger," She said, and they leapt aside, causing Mr. Glary to gasp in alarm.

They stepped onto the revolving staircase, and then into the office. It was a circular room, with a desk opposite the entrance, and a table with many different instruments on a table curving along one wall.

Professor McGonagall sat in the chair by the desk; what looked like a thousand papers lay in front of her. She looked up as they entered.

"Minerva, they insisted on speaking with you. They say it's about this illness."

"Very well. Thank you Hermione." She turned to them, and they introduced themselves once more. "Robin why don't you start," she suggested.

So, tentatively, she began her theory, telling about how she discovered it, how she went home and told her dad, and how her dad figured out what it was. Then her dad went into the boring details of the actual illness, and Robin began to lose focus. She felt herself drifting away as Professor McGonagall said, "I'll have to think this over. What do you make of it, Hermione?" And Professor Granger said something, but Robin did not hear what, because she was drifting, drifting towards the table with the gold instruments on it. Far away someone said in alarm "Robin!" as she fell to the floor. the ceiling was being blurred from veiw as, slowly, everything went black.


A/N: Okay, the medically things might be a little sketchy, but cut me some slack, k? If there's some thing really wrong, tell me, and I will TRY to fix it. Also, a a treat to Lilmich, I will update BOTH chaptersbefore I go away!Have a great vacation Limich!