When I arise, the world is clear, but dark. The lights must be dark.

"But she could wake up at any moment!" Harry argues.

"Ivy was hit with the cruiatus curse six times! She need her rest!" Madam Pomfrey tells him.

"Hi Harry." I say.

"IVY!" Harry runs right over to my bed. "I'm so sorry. It's my fault, I shouldn't lied to him."

"If you had told the truth he would have killed both of us." I reassure him.

"But Professor Dumbledore was right outside! If we had just stalled for two minutes, we would have been fine!" Harry cries.

"Well that's just rotten luck. There's nothing we can do now." I strictly tell him.

"It's still my fault." Harry insists. "If it weren't for me Voldemort wouldn't be here in the first place."

"If it weren't for you, Voldemort would still be in power." I cry. "Stop blaming yourself, it's too late for that my mumbo jumbo."

"That's right." Madam Pomfrey insists. "It's nearly 9:00, you need to be in bed." Harry reluctantly walks out the door. Madam Pomfrey takes a gray bottle from the side of my bed and puts some dark pinkish liquid into a cup. She also takes out a white jar and pours a little bit of a bright pink liquid into the cup. "Drink up dear, it's the anti-pain potion." I take the cup and drink the potion. It tastes like a chocolate milkshake.

"Mmmmmmm." I hum in relaxation.

"I had to make the potion extra strong, so I added some chocolate to improve the taste, and for tonight, I added some potion that shall keep away he nightmares." Madam Pomfrey explains. "You wouldn't be able to leave the hospital wing until the whole bottle of anti-pain potion is gone. Now it's time for you to sleep, goodnight." She pulls the curtain around me, and I quickly fall into a dreamless sleep.


The next morning, Professor Dumbledore is there when I wake up. "Good morning Ivy." He says in his old, wise voice. "I trust you slept well."

"Yea I guess." I replie. My voice sounds more human each time I talk. I look around. The foot of my bed has a small table is literally covered in candy, cards, and other gifts.

"Gifts, from your admires." Dumbledore explains. "What happened between Quirrell and you in the dungeon is complete secret, so naturally the whole school knows. I believe Misters Fred and George tried to send you a toilet seat." We both chuckle at the last part. "I am sure you have many questions, and I shall answer them to the best of my abilities."

Questions suddenly explode in my brain. "How did Harry get the stone?" I ask.

"That is one of my more clever ideas. You see Ivy, only someone who wanted the stone, want it, but not use it, could get the stone from the mirror. Nicolas Flamel and I have had a little chat, and the stone shall be destroyed." Dumbledore responds.

"But If the stone is destroyed, wouldn't and his wife die?" I ask.

"They have made enough elixir to settle their affairs, but yes, they will die. But after all, to a well organized mind, death is the next great adventure." Dumbledore tells me.

"Ok. Is Harry ok? He was there too." I ask.

"He was here in the hospital wing for a short time, he had a few broken bones." Dumbledore responds.

"What about Hermione, Ron-" I start.

"Fine, fine." Dumbledore reassures me, waving his hand.

"Ok. Professor Dumbledore, what day is it?" I ask, blushing.

"It's 12:48, Saturday morning. It's been 3 days since your encounter." Dumbledore explains.

"Thanks. Can I ask you one more thing?" I ask.

"Yes Ivy, what is it?"

"Will the mirror stay in the castle after today? I mean, after Wednesday." I ask.

"No, It shall go to gringotts. Is there anything else you'd like to ask?" Dumbledore replies.

"No thank you, Professor. There are some things I'd not like to know." I respond. And I mean it. I don't want to fill my brain with gruesome answers when I could fill it with happy things.