I shook my head. Now i was sitting down, my leg suddenly felt the need to be noticed and seared in pain, screaming at my foolishness.

'It wouldn't make a difference though.' i sniffed, looking from one to the other.

'Make us feel better!' they said. I giggled feebly, as students started appearing from classrooms.

'Come on-'

'Let's get you to your lesson-'

'What have you got now?' finished George, as they pulled me up and supported me whilst i limped back down the corridor. I started to panic slightly.

'I don't know! What period is it?' i repiled, stress clear in my voice.

'Hey, calm down!'

'Its lesson three.' Fred replied. I sighed with relief. I had an actual study period now, then potions with Ginny and- Oh no.

'Here, don't you have a crutch or something?' said George, as the continued to be my supports. Oh no!

'Its still in the library! Oh, i don't want to have to go back there!' i moaned, 'What if...' i didn't want to say anymore, as the fear was beginning to mix with saddness again.

'Don't worry-'

'We'll be there!'

'And, if Malfoy's still there'

'Well, you leave him, to us.' they said. I giggled again, i did love them so, they always managed to cheered me up. We eventually got back to the library; after a while of hobbling, they got bored, and decided to carry me instead. They caught me under the elbows and hoisted me into the air, so i my legs dangled below me, my head now at their height. By the time we got there, i was laughing hugely, my newly mended ribs aching slightly. Then when i saw where we were, i stopped abruptly. Sensing my fear, the twins stopped telling me obserd jokes and lowered me carefully to the floor onto my one foot. They gently pulled me up the steps and through the doors, as i wasn't too keen on doing so myself.

'Now, where exactly-'

'Would your crutch be?' said George. I scanned the room in an effort to find the table i'd recently vacanted. I spotted it at last, noticing the three books, including the one i'd thrown at Draco, neatly stacked as i'd put them, Unmentionable Things for the Strong Stomach still had a few droplets of blood on the dusty cover. It was lain on the desk very neatly, with a note sticking out of the side of it. I stumbled towards it, but the twins grabbed hold of me, correcting my balance. There was no sign of my crutch, i noticed, which was about as mysterious as the note. I sat down in the seat that was jutting out from the table, and opened the book to the page the note was stuck on, plucking it out. Fred and George stuck their heads,very obviously, over my shoulder as i read:

And so the battle begins,

Traitor.

I knew i had to be from Belinda. Battle? What did she mean? I could take a while guess. Would this have anything to do with my strange dreams, and weird vision? It was all too many questions to think about. I looked down at the page it had been shoved into. It was in a section marked Creatures You Didn't Want to Know About.The page showed a vile looking creature, almost to hideous to decribe. The page was titled: The Loathsome Fang-toothed Swamp Troll. How pleasent. The twins were still looking at the note, confused.

'Why would Malfoy call you a traitor?' said Fred, looking at his brother.

'Yeah, if anything it should be the other way round.' said George. I swallowed, snapping the book shut and replacing it on the small stack.

'The note's not from Draco,' i said, in what i hoped was a calm voice, 'It's from Belinda.' I stood up carefully, leaving the books where they were. The twins reached out to steady be, but i pushed their hands away, limping towards a window. 'Now, seeing as my crutch has gone, i'd probably better get a new one from Madam Pomfrey. You should probably go to your lessons. Thank you, so much.' i turned, and saw that they'd followed me. George was leaning nonchaluntly on a bookcase, whilst Fred stood there with his hands in his pockets. I limped back to them, and hugged them tightly. They hugged me back, but insisted on walking me to the hospital wing. They even made up an excuse about the crutch so i wouldn't get in trouble for losing it, saying that a whole bunch of students had overpowered me, taking the crutch and leaving me on the floor. And then they made their heroic rescue, moving me before another load of students trampled me 'probably to death'. I'm not sure if she believed them, but she gave me another crutch without to much fuss, just warning me to be more careful this time, she didn't have many apparently. I hobbled, carefully this time, to my next lesson. Potions, with Gryffindor and Slytherin. This was going to be difficult, i sat next to Belinda in potions class and i knew Snape would never let me change seats. I decided just to rough it out and hope for the best.