28th March

Madam Pomfery kept me in the hospital wing all week. Yawn. I was so bored all by myself, spending half the day sleeping and the rest 'relaxing', which was demanded. Hermione kindly gave me homework when she visited each day after classes. Well, I wasn't going to sit there doing nothing, was I? Each evening, the three of them said they urgently had to go to Hagrid's and I was left to it. Norbert was their main worry; I seemed 'fine' apparently. I'm pretty sure Madam Pomfery doesn't have a clue what's wrong with me; she keeps asking me weird and wonderful questions. I told her that I fainted because the room was hot, but she is convinced otherwise.

Oh, and Draco visited, a lot. I was so tragically asleep each visit, and my hands were firmly under the sheets. I was taking no chances. Not one.

There was, however, one visitor who came whom I was glad to see. On Thursday night when I was sound asleep and I felt a gentle nudge on my arm and I opened my eyes. It was George. He held his finger up to his lips and smiled at me. Madam Pomfery obviously hadn't a clue he was there.

"Hi! How are you?" he whispered.

"Im feeling much better, thanks! What about you?" I whispered back.

"I'm good! That's a wicked scar you've got there!" his eyes directed at my head.

"WHAT?" I was so shocked.

He tried to shush me, but I demanded answers, so he explained, "When you hit your head, you split it open! Didn't anyone tell you? That's why you were wrapped in bandages; it usually heals up in a day though, so I came round to see why you hadn't been released so we can have that party!"

"Wait a minute," I began, head was filled with so many thoughts, that's why Draco thought I was going to die... that's why Snape's face was as fantastic as it was... that's why I was knocked out for hours... it was all starting to make sense, noticing the puzzled look on George's face, I continued, "That's why Snape's face, that's why... Party?"

He must have suddenly understood my thought process, "Yeah, you are the one who everyone's been talking about!" I raised an eyebrow at him, to which he finished, "All good, I promise, they just want to congratulate you on giving Snape's classroom floor a lovely new shade of tiling... and for shaking him up, of course! He was still noticeably paler at dinner and everything; oh you should have seen him!"

The reminiscing look on George's face said it all, "I'm glad you find happiness in my misfortune!" I said smirking.

"I appreciate what you contribute to Gryffindor- 150 points, I recon!"

"Too bad you couldn't just award points, considering how many you lose!" I remarked and he sniggered proudly, nodding in agreement.

Madam Pomfery then came and told him to leave, how very rude of her. But he set something down on my bedside table and said, "See ya!" A minute or so after that, Ron came into the ward and complained about his hand. He wasn't giving any details, but I could have bet an arm and leg it was from that dragon.

I lifted up the special piece of parchment; it was the type that can only be read by those whom the writer intends. They are more commonly known as: 'litteras occultas'. It was short and sweet,

'Hey!

It was good to see you! I just wanted to make sure the hero of Gryffindor was making her recovery for her grand return! Also, I remembered, back in September you said that brownies were your favourite, so I brought you some from the kitchens. Enjoy!

George '

I lifted the napkin, revealing the most scrumptious brownie ever.

Ron really didn't say much to me across the room on Friday. As much as it pains me to admit it, but here was the height of my afternoon: Draco came in, and 'borrowed' one of Ron's books when he was sleeping. This was much to Ron's dismay.

On Friday night I was finally released back to normality, after a long, persuasive discussion. So, she finally consented on the deal that if I felt in any way unwell, I was to go straight to her, "no exceptions". I accepted and strolled in the direction of the common room. On the way I was stopped by so many people, I had forgotten that I hadn't actually looked in a mirror for a week; I must have looked like death warmed up! (No offense to any ghosts.) I headed to the bathrooms and had a shower to freshen up. The scar was found along my side parting, it could have looked worse...

An hour later, I was warmly welcomed back by the Gryffindors who surrounded me and looked for the full story. I told them what I remembered- blacking out, the panic in the room (emphasising Draco and Snape's roles here) and then waking up hours later in the ward. They all listened tentatively- my 20 minutes of fame! Fred and George nodded like bobble heads as I spoke. They brought a few butterbeers and buns from the kitchens so everyone had something sweet to eat.

Harry, Hermione and even Neville were nowhere to be seen... It was after curfew, and I wasn't going to be caught searching, so I just hopped into bed and fell into a deep sleep.

On Saturday morning, I woke up and Hermione was there. She told me that Charlie's friends had come and took Norbert, they collected him from the top of the astronomy tower last night with the assistance of her and Harry. In the excitement, they accidently left the cloak at the top of the stairs and got caught by Professor McGonagall. Neville had gotten himself caught too, trying to warn them about Draco who had stolen a letter from Ron's bag, telling the details of the getaway. So they had managed to bag themselves a detention next Friday night. Oh and they lost 150 points for Gryffindor.

"Oh, another thing!" she jumped out of bed. "Draco got a detention, too!" she practically sang to me. My chin dropped, I couldn't be happier. My respect for Professor McGonagall rose dramatically.

1st April

Note to self: It's the twins' birthday today, ironic, right?

To celebrate, a few dung bombs were sent off in strategic places around the school- Filch's office, Snape's classroom and even Professor Quirrell's! At dinner, the whole of the Gryffindor sang 'Happy Birthday' whilst being conducted by the boys themselves! They were mad, but they brightened up my day!

4th April

Dramatic stuff to expose here, Harry filled Ron and me in on the details of the detention:

Harry and Malfoy came across a hooded figure feeding from Unicorn blood in the Forbidden forest. (You'd think it'd be forbidden for DTs as well, wouldn't you?) His scar was so painful; it was as though it was on fire.

Then Harry shared that a centaur called Firenze came to his rescue, saying, "It is a monstrous thing to slay a Unicorn. Only one who has nothing to lose, and everything to gain, would commit such a crime. The blood of a Unicorn will keep you alive, even if you are an inch from death, but at a terrible price. You will lead a half, cursed life from the moment the blood touches your lips."

Harry continued the story in continuous prose, we found it hard to keep up, "Then he asked me if I knew what was hidden in the castle and I said the Philosopher's Stone and then he essentially told me that You-Know-Who was in the forest, biding his time, before he could steal it."

"So Snape is trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone for... Voldemort?" I suggested.

Ron said in a terrified whisper, "Don't say the name!"

Harry didn't seem to be listening, "Firenze shouldn't have saved me, Bane was furious, and he said that Firenze should have let me die... That means Voldemort is coming back and he's going to try and kill me... again. " he gulped.

"But you're forgetting one thing... Who is the one wizard You-Know-Who always feared? Dumbledore! As long as Dumbledore's around, you're safe. As long as Dumbledore's around, you can't be touched" Hermione said comfortingly.

Another thing... When Harry got up to bed that night, his cloak had been returned to him. There was a note saying,

"Just in case."

I have a funny feeling that we may be using the cloak sometime soon...