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Aw crap...

"Luna Lovegood?!"

I squint my eyes open a little but the world seems so fuzzy I have to close them again. I let out a little sigh and move my fingers slightly.

"Okay child, don't yeh worry 'bout a thing, I'll bring yeh up ter the medical wing an' Madame Pomfrey will set yeh righ' as rain again."

I whimper a little as I'm lifted into a pair of huge arms, my bruises complain. I'm so afraid of what might happen but I let myself be carried away anyhow. It's a long while before we pass through any doors and into a building. This man carries me through hallway after hallway until we enter a very sterile looking room.

"Madame Pomfrey!"

The large man shouts for someone in the room. Minutes later a rather elderly looking woman appears in a long nightgown.

"What is it Hagrid?"

"Look who I've foun' out by the forest."

The woman gazes intently at me trying to place my name to my face.

"Hagrid! Surely this isn't..."

The man nods.

"But how?"

"Well, I'm no' entirely sure meself but I think there are a few people we're needin' ter tell 'bout findin' her."

I'm laid down on a cushy mattress on a bed that squeaks slightly every time I move even a little bit. The woman is holding a wand and is waving it over me.

"My, she doesn't look any older than when she disappeared, does she?
Poor child."

"I'm goin' ter notify Professor McGonagall an' I'm sure Professor Snape'll be wantin' ter ask her a few questions 'imself."

"Good idea Hagrid, I'll have a look at her and do what I can until they get here."

The large man leaves the room quickly and I can hear his footsteps for a long while throughout the castle. The woman is still waving the wand over me while muttering some different incantations and is taking notes about her findings.

I just lay there silently staring at the ceiling thinking. This can't be real. It's a joke the faeries are playing on me. Somehow they've taken my memories and are using them to fabricate this to tease me. I'm notreally back at Hogwarts. I'm not. The made up woman goes to her office and leaves me alone in the dark room. Soon I'll wake up and be back in the faeries' world, as miserable as ever. I just know it. I grow depressed, but I don't move a muscle. I lay staring at the ceiling, waiting.

It must be at least fifteen minutes before the door to the room bursts open again and an old but very distinguished looking woman enters, her hair coming out of it's bun and her cheeks red from the apparent hurry.
She rushes over to my bedside and looks me up and down.

"Madame Pomfrey!"

She hollars, and the other woman comes out of her office.

"Is it true!?"

"Apparently so, Minerva."

"Well, is she alright? Did they do anything harmful to her? Why isn't she responding to anything?"

The medical woman pats the other woman on the shoulder.

"She seems to be fine, except for the obvious bruises and sores, I suppose she isn't responding because she is in a state of shock, going through what she must have..."

Then the door slams open once more and someone taller and more sinister comes in...

"Where is she?"

A/N: I'm thinking of taking this story hostage, I haven't gotten any reviews... Maybe I won't write more until I do... We'll see. This chapter is reloaded, I noticed some mistakes I had made. Kudos to anyone else who spotted them!