The doorbell rang. Hermione reluctantly opened her eyes and faced her alarm clock. Nine. Who would come to her door at this hour? Her parents were gone for the week so Hermione would have to get the door herself. Ugh...the effort it took to drag yourself out of bed at this hour.

"Uh...."she rolled over again. Dumbledores letter was sitting there. She pushed it off her bed and got up swing her legs over the side of her mattress. Hurriedly she shuffled down the stairs. Hermione opened the door and yawned her eyes still half closed. "Yes?" she asked, not really noticing who was standing in to doorway.

"HERMINONE!" shrieked a girly voice, and suddenly Hermione was wrapped in arms.

"Huh? Oh Pavarti.... I forgot you were coming over. Yes its nice to see you too." Hermione said. Pavarti walked into the large hall and dropped her bag. It landed on the tile floor with a loud thunk. "Um....Pavarti....What exactly did you bring?"

"Oh a few things...a couple hair tools...some makeup...that's about it." She giggled, her dark curls bouncing around her face. "I have a big surprise for you Hermione!"



Draco picked up the letter once again. "God....what was Dumbledore thinking?" He walked down his stairs yawning . Draco turned into his fathers office and sat in the leather chair, staring at the letter. "Ugh....whatever." And he dropped the paper into the wastepaper basket. Finally he reached over and switched the laptop on his fathers desk on. "I don't even know why he has one of these....."

"Draco! Get in here now your breakfast is getting cold!" his mother screamed.

"I'm not hungry Mum!" he yelled back. He leaned back and looked forward once again. There in the corner was a black shadow. He frowned. There shouldn't be any shadows at this time in the morning. He swung the chair around to look in the opposing corner.. There it was again...it seemed to be growing. Colour started dancing around the room slowly. He closed his eyes and then opened them again...the bright shapes were dancing even more wildly. "Stop...."he whispered "stop...." He breathed in deep before passing out.



"Draco-are you okay?" someone asked shaking his limp body. "Wake up buddy, come on!"

"Huh?" Draco flinched in pain, his hand on the back of his head. "Oh...ouch. Where the bloody....."he said sleepily, his words barely audible.

"At the hospital Draco...your at the hospital?" the visitor answered. " Are you gonna ask who I am now?"

"Actually...."he commented, laying back down with his eyes closed.

"Good lord Draco, you must have really hit your head hard! Its me!" the boy said...talking like Draco should have known him. When Draco just looked at him with confused eyes and an arched eyebrow he knew his friends sight couldn't be fully restored. "Ugh Draco! Its me – Crabbe."

"Oh of course...sorry Crabbe" he shook his head as though some memory should have come back. Right his best friend in Slytherin.....how could he have forgotten? "What happened? Why am I here?"

"It's a long story....do I have to?" the fat Slytherin whined.

"Nevermind" Draco said irritably...Crabbe was so....lazy. He lifted himself up against the white pillows so he could sit up. His gaze drifted to the end of his bed. "Holy crap there's a cast on my leg!" he shouted in alarm.

"Yes" Crabbe said silencing him ".....the nurses say you fell at a bit of an awkward angle.