"What do you mean I have cancer?" Anastasia sobbed.

            "I'm so sorry little one" Dartagnan said, "You'll be ok."

            "Can I go to my room the hospital wing is so depressing."

            "Of course." Dartagnan half carried Anastasia to her room.

            "Can I see the paper?" Dartagnan pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. And hesitated to give it to Annie. But finally he handed it over. Anastasia took it and unfolded it.

            Dear Miss Malfoy,

The tests we have taken shows that you have bone cancer in your right knee. Cancer is curable but is difficult. Please report to the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry 10 AM on December 12th to talk to some specialists from St. Mungos Hospital thank you

Jonathan Walsh.

            "Well I guess that's what I have to do isn't it? Oh well I'm going to sleep now ok Darty?"

            "Of course little one ill tell mum and dad you're up her so they don't freak out when you're not up in prison n e more ok?"

            "Thank you Darty"

            But Anastasia couldn't fall asleep she just kept thinking

Is Darty right? What's going to happen to me? It was useless she couldn't come up with an answer. She just didn't know She fell fitfully onto a sleep about an hour later.

            When she woke up her Uncle Harry was in her room. He wasn't really her uncle but as long as She could remember she had always called him uncle Harry. He looked up when she sat up.

            "AH there's my bright and smiling niece." She smiled

            "Hi uncle Harry"

            "Do you know how long you have been sleeping?"

            "More than 10 hours?"

            "Try 24"

            "Harry why am I sleeping so much?"

            "Because your body is trying to get rid of the cancer itself using all of your energy."

            "Is auntie Gin here?"

            "No she had to stay home with Little Ron and Catri"

            Every one had called Ron Potter Little Ron. She knew that he was named after his uncle Ron Weasley who had died when he was 17 years old. There were so many holes though. She had heard stories but the stories didn't quite match up. There were too many holes. But she didn't talk about it. It was one of those too painful to talk about things that you don't touch.

            "Oh ok" She looked at her Uncle. "Harry I'm scared."

            "I know that's why I've come."

            "I'm confused"

            "Go take a shower."

            "Why?"

            "Because were going to the burrow today." Anastasia jumped out of bed she loved the burrow. It was so fun and there were always people coming and going. It was always full of people. Percy, Penelope, and Paula were there when ever they could. Gin and the kids were there during the day. Fred Angelina and the triplets were there on weekends. It was full of people. She ran into the girl's bathroom. When she emerged she was not in her usual black. Instead she was wearing baggy blue jeans and a tight red spaghetti strap.