A/N: Thanks to my reviewers… all of you except one. I would like to post a little smidgen of shame on an "oh-so-kind" review… but I wouldn't do that to anyone… unless there is swearing involved in the review. So let that be a lesson, "oh-so-kind" reviewer, and please, don't do it again. I don't take back-sass, and I never will.

Here's a very short chapter!

Professor McGonnagall took me to the Hospital Wing, where Madam Pomfrey took me from there. She lay me down, and took my temperature about a thousand times.

"Honey, you're fine," she said at last.

"I know," I replied.

"Then why'd you come and worry myself?" Madam Pomfrey asked. (A/N: I know '…and worry myself' isn't proper grammar, but when people talk, they don't use proper grammar all the time! I'm just trying to relate this story to the real world, an the real way people TALK.)

"I blacked out, but I'm…"

"BLACKED OUT!!!! This calls for serious measures! Lay down! Stay down! WE WON'T LOSE YA!" She interrupted.

"Like I was saying…" I talked calmly, ignoring her emotional breakdown.

"DON'T TALK! I THINK I'LL HAVE TO SHOCK YOU!"

"I'M FONE FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE! I'M JUST TIRED!"

"Oh. Well why dincha say so? Have a rest deary. Sleep tight! Don't let the…"

"Now that's enough. I get the picture Madam Pomfrey."

"Ok dear. Dear?"

I was already off to dreamland.

Or was it? It was definitely dream HORROR land. The stupid cloaky guy was back.

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaley," It said.

"Look mister! Stop haunting my dreams! I'm really sick of this and I'm also 100 innocent!" I said, annoyed.

He took off his cloak to reveal the most hideous face on earth.

I screamed. Long, and loud.

It was him.

It was Voldemort.

"NO! He's – why? But… HELP! Oh… what? Oh…uh…ER…see…hi Madam Pomfrey. Sup?"

"You were screaming dearest." She looked stern.

"Screaming? Ha!" I said, going red.

She looked very concerned and didn't buy it. (A/N: 'Didn't buy it' is a phrase. Here, it means: She didn't believe the fact that I said I wasn't screaming. ((The 'Ha!' part.)) Yeah, so that was a helper to the slower folks.)

"You were screaming." She said sternly again.

"Oh, really? Well, that's – that's not good." I ran out of the room and straight to –

A/N: I didn't finish the sentence for suspense. So, you'll just have to keep reading if you want to know what happens. See? I told you it was a short chapter. But, length doesn't matter. R&R please!!!