Cristina burst into the room wearing nothing but a dead ferret wrapped around her neck.
"I have a confession," she whispered, attempting to be seductive but sounding more like an ostrich in a blender, "I am Lord Voldemort."
"ACH NEON!" screeched Owen, who was a great lover of noble gases, as he began to play the recorder with his nose.
"MAGIC?" Shouted Mark, flying into the room on the back of a genetically modified dragonfly. "YOU CAN SAVE DEWEK!"
Cristina looked at him as if to say 'there is a small purple cat living in your left nostril' and raised her wand.
"UNDEADIFY!" she screeched like a howler monkey with a throat infection. And suddenly Derek appeared. He was alive!
And bright green. He looked like a chicken which had been enjoying a bath in uranium.
Suddenly, Harry Potter nuked the hospital! OH NOES! WHO WILL SURVIVE?
READ NEXT CHAPTER (COMING SOON) TO FIND OUT!