Instantly, in a flash, I stood outside in the snow—and it wasn't snowing when I went to Hogsmeade. I looked around. I was wearing a brown, fur coat, gray gloves, and a cap that covered my ears. My cheeks were frozen. I was holding a note in my hand. It all sounds and looks familiar, but I can't put my finger on it. I turned around, and my heart skipped a beat.

There, covered in thick layers of white snow, stood Kanisee Young Wizarding School. This is where I went when I was in Kindergarden and up to 5th grade. It's the best young wizarding school there is. It's so good; you have to be accepted to it. Only rich people are accepted to it, though. When muggles pass by, they see an older school, reading Kanisee Elementary.

I then looked down at the note I was holding.

Draco Malfoy

I love u so much!

Meet me after school

Behind the playground

I have a surprise for

U!

Love u

Always

Delysia Kendall

I rolled my eyes. Delysia is a replica of Pansy. She's one of those girls who dots her I's with hearts and writes cheesy love notes. I never liked her. Heck—I never liked Pansy. And I never ever will. "Hey Malfoy! What's in your hand?"

Someone pushed me to the ground and snatched Delysia's note clear out of my reach. Oh, bugger! "Get off me! I can't breathe!" I panicked.

The boy stood up, laughing. I still lay on the ground, moaning. The boy kicked my leg. "Hey everybody! Listen to this! Little Malfoy has a sweetheart! Aww—I'm so tuched by the note Delysia wrote! It's so cute how she dots her I's with little hearts!" he mocked, sounding sarcastic.

"Shut up!" I growled.

"Aww—does Malfoy have a crush on little Delysia? You can be dork and dorkus!"

Okay, this boy is harsh! I am certainly NOT a dork. "Give me that note," I yelled at him.

He laughed bitterly. "Catch me if you can, loser!"

He took off down the hill. I ran after him. The ground was covered in ice and snow, so it was dangerous to be running. But this was something I had to do—save my reputation. I got faster and faster…faster…I slipped at the edge of the hill on a piece of ice. Because I'd been running, I fell hard, and started sliding down the hill at a very fast pace.

I fell to the bottom, landing on my back. Pain shot up from my leg, and I knew I'd broken something. I looked down at my legs and felt sick. My ankle lay in an awkward position, and the pain was getting unbearable. My eyes were watering. Everyone outside ran down the hill, the boy with my note in front. "You want your note? What a great way to get it back—cry like a little girl!" he said as soon as he was within earshot.

I was crying hard enough for him to hear. He looked at my ankle. "Ouch! I didn't know falling down a hill could do that much damage to a guy!" he laughed, and kicked my leg.

I howled. "Stop! Leave him alone, Cash!" a girl shrieked.

It was Delysia. She shoved her way towards me, shaking. She bent down in front of me, examining my ankle. "I sent Ren to get a teacher for you," she whispered.

Sure enough, Professor Grant showed up a few seconds later. "What's going on here?" he demanded.

Cash's smile vanished, and it became dead quiet. Delysia stood up and faced the professor. "Cash hurt Draco," she cried.

"I bloody well didn't!" Cash retorted, face red and knuckles clenched.

It suddenly hit me in the back—that sentence sounded so familiar! This day—it must have happened before. I know I twisted my ankle in 5th grade once, and now I'm reliving it. My wish came true! "What did you do?" Professor Grant, the headmaster, asked Cash.

"I—I did nothing. The stupid git started running down the hill like a maiac, and slipped on a piece of ice," Cash lied.

"That's not true! You stole Draco's note, he ran after you and slipped!" Delysia said.

"Well, I don't care how it happened right now. We'll talk later, but right now, I need to get Mr. Malfoy up to the nurse's office," the Professoer said, carefully lifting me up into his arms. "I'll need to see the both of you straight away right after school ends.

He then walked up the hill with me. "So—who was telling the truth? My money's on Delysia," he asked as we entered the school.

I laughed, even though it hurt. "You're right. It was Delysia," I answered.

"Thought so. I don't trust Cash," he told me.

We went up the elevator to the third floor, where the nurse's office was. As we entered her office, the pain grew sharper. Professor Grant helped me into a chair as the nurse came to assistance. She took my boot off and my sock to examine my ankle.

"It's twisted, and I'll need crutches because my mum will tell me it's all my fault," I told her, remembering what had happened the first time.

"Ah, you're right. Your ankle is twisted very badly. Mums are very predictable, so it's very likely you'll need crutches. It's either that or a wheelchair. It will only be for a few days, though," she told me, as if a few days on crutches wouldn't be that bad.

She then picked up the Wiz phone, which is a headpiece connected to a mouthpiece. "Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy, please," she spoke, and the phone began to dial a number to contact my mum.

While we waited for my mum, the nurse began to bandage my ankle. She put a cast over it and gave me a couple of painkillers. I'd have to admit, the cast seemed uglier than the first one, which I had the first time I lived this day. My mum arrived shortly after I took the painkillers. The nurse greeted her at once. "Hello, Mrs. Malfoy. How are you today?" she asked.

"Fine—er—until you called to inform me that Draco was injured," she replied.

"I suppose my day would be ruined, too if I'd gotten a call the River was injured," the nurse said thoughtfully. "He's my oldest son, you know. I also have Ty, my middle son, and Jordan, my youngest son," she explained.

"That's—nice," Mum told her. "All I have is Draco."

"Well, Draco won't be able to walk on his ankle for about three days—at the most. I was wondering if you wanted crutches or a wheelchair."

"Crutches are fine—right, Draco?" Mum replied.

She said the 'right, Draco' part sharply, knowing I didn't want crutches.

"Right!" I mumbled through gritted teeth. The nurse nodded, and grabbed a pair of crutches that were my size. "You can return these or keep them, it won't matter," she told my mum.

"Thank you," Mum said. "C'mon, Draco, I'm taking you home."