A/N: Only three more chapters to go after this one! Then I go back to updating the sequel... You know, I've only updated up to chapter 18, but all year log I've written up till chapter 32... So, yeah. I'll update, like, everyday. Enjoy people!

"No, no , no, you must have chocolate, after all you've been through, I just don't understand how that horrible monster got here, Dumbledore's removing that room right away…" Madame Promfrey was saying, stuffing some chocolate down Ron's throat.

"Where- where am I?" Harry asked, opening his eyes, blinking the light. He could hear Ron gasping for breath somewhere to his right.

"In the Hospital Wing, dear, now lets get you cleaned up," Madame Promfrey answered Harry, and before realized it, she was mopping up his face roughly with a clean, damp rag. Harry coughed in the process. When Madame Promfrey was finally satisfied with Harry's blood-free face, she bustled to her office to get more chocolate for him.

Harry looked around. On his right Hermione was eating some chocolate, shaking and taking deep breaths, unlike Ron's uneven hacking ones, to calm her fear. "You ok?" Harry asked her.

"Yeah, I'm fine… just a bit of a shock, I guess" she answered, giving him a small smile and biting once more into her chocolate.

Aimee was sitting on a bed on his left, one hand soaking in a large bowl filled with a weird yellowish-orange liquid (Maybe it was Murtlap? Harry thought) and the other holding a rather large chunk of chocolate, which she was savoring with what could be called pure happiness.

"What happened to your hand?" Harry asked Aimee, noticing it had a completely stiff black covering up to her forearm.

"I...can't...breath..." Ron wheezed, holding his throat as if dying.

"My hand? Oh, when Malfoy pushed us my hand landed in that green bubble thingy and, well, this is the result…" Aimee said, giving him a grim smile.

"Ah… So when your scar on your hand was forced to bleed… that's why my scar started bleeding, too…" Harry's voice trailed off. An awkward silence fell between them, but they were saved the embarrassment trouble by Ron's loud and hacking coughs.

"COUGH COUGH, HACK! COUGH -I- COUGH -CAN'T BREA- COUGH –BREATH!" He choked out, not being able to swallow the large chunk of chocolate Madame Promfrey had oh-so-sweetly stuffed down his throat.

"Ron, do you need a few pats or something?" Aimee asked innocently, her lips twitching, acting as if she had just noticed he was on the verge of life and death. Between coughing, Ron glared at her. Aimee settled back on her bed and continued eating calmly the glorious food that she liked but Ron choked on. After a good ten seconds of more silence, Ron hacked one last time and managed to swallow the chocolate.

At that certain moment, Madame Promfrey came back with even more killer chocolate for Harry.

"Thanks," Harry mumbled as he took his share of the dangerous food.

"Are you done with your chocolate?" Madame Promfrey asked Ron sharply. Ron shook his head vigorously as he hurriedly gobbled down another piece of Death.

"Good. Now, Dumbledore talked with me and I agreed you may have a couple of visitors," Here she paused to take a long-suffering sigh and continued, "Although I don't think you've met Miss Rodriguez? Or a she refers to herself as, I think, J.K. Rowling?"

At this point, everyone was so surprised that Ron almost lost his life once more, Aimee broke her mysterious bowl of liquid that was magically healing her hand (very slowly, mind you), Hermione gasped, and Harry just stared.

"Yes, well, she and Sirius and Dumbledore have to talk to you," She said shortly, with a tone of voice that hinted she wasn't too keen on the idea.

"Miss Rowling will be arriving this evening, so you'll have to wait until after dinner," She replied and exited the room.

"J. K. Rowling… my favorite author, coming HERE!" Aimee squealed excitedly.

"Why the bloody hell is she your favorite author? First of all, she's a stalker, and second, the main character's your brother. Will you still read the damn books even if you know what'll happen to the damn character?" Ron asked, amused. He had finally managed to conquer the dangerous chocolate.

"I am not a damn character," Harry replied shortly and firmly, answering for his sister. He crossed his arms, and raised an eyebrow at Ron.

"Hey Aimee, you never told us who your favorite character was!" Hermione chirped suddenly and excitedly. Both boys looked at Aimee in interest.

"To be honest… Tonks," Aimee said earnestly. "I really like her clumsiness, she reminds me of myself, you know, during Herbology."

"Only during Herbology?" Harry asked pointedly.

"And life at general."

"Tonks? Tonks? Why her? Why not me? I'm funny!" Ron cried crossly.

"Sure you are, sure you are…" Hermione said, not paying attention to his ranting. "And on second place, who?"

"And third?" Harry asked, liking how he saw his life from another person's point of view.

"Second… I'd say Fred and George. They're so funny, I have to meet them!" Aimee chuckled at Ron's face of outrage because he hadn't been nominated. "And on third I'd say… the Marauders!"

"Really? Why?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, James was an idiot, alright. But that's how half the male population of 15-year-olds behaves! And Sirius was really priceless, and Remus reminds me of me 'cause I'm always reading. There not much to do there, anyway," Aimee chuckled. "In fact, at the orphanage I lived in, there was a guy who behaved like them. And he was pretty much my age. He was a very happy optimist, if you ask me, flirting with girls all the time, pranking the teachers…" She waved her hand as if to say 'etcetera, etcetera'.

"Did he flirt with you?" Hermione asked, a grin on her face.

"Yeah, two or three times, I'd say, but I pretty much ignored him" was her answer. "Even though he was a real idiot that I kinda hated, Jay was one interesting guy. Now that I remember, I think he went to a boarding school in France; maybe he's a wizard… He was French, you see…" She paused. "Am I boring you guys?"

"Oh, no, not at all!" Hermione said devilishly. Aimee laughed.

"Since this is such an interesting topic!" Ron said in a high-pitched, girly-ish and sarcastic voice, making an exaggerated happy smile, and clasping his hands as he said the word 'such'.

"Anyway… where were we? Oh, yeah, favorite characters… let's see, number four is Mad-eye Moody and, um, I guess that's it!" Aimee said all happy.

"Uh, Aimee? You don't mind me asking why him?" Harry said, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, don't you think he's, I don't know… OFF THE WALL AND CRAZY?"

"Hey, constant vigilance, Harry. That's funny. I would've loved to be in one of his classes!" She answered.

And so they spent the rest of the afternoon talking about favorite and yuck-o characters (cough- Snape- cough cough- green pelican- cough!).

A/N: I thought the chapter wasn't too bad. I mean, it took me a few months to post it all, but I think my 13-year-old self progressed a lot. Review, peoples. It reminds me to update! (Remember the cycle of life thing, haha)