You know what I realized when I was taking a break and reading some Harry Potter fan fictions? (Yes, I am a dork, thanks for asking)

I COMPLETELY own this story. There is none of it that I'm stealing from anyone, only the names and that shouldn't even count!

I feel so proud…

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The next week was confusing, demanding, most of all frightening, but with a little pinch of pain.

Madame Nutt sentenced me daily lessons in trying to get me to remember, but so far I don't remember much of anything. She would tell me some more stories about myself, and leave me to concentrate about what she said. By the end of the hour, I couldn't remember anything like I should have, and it left me mentally weary.

Jack, the one who had been holding vigil over my bedside, and the one who startled me senseless when I awoke, would come over daily as if hoping by some miracle I would remember him other than the week I had 'known' him.

Before bed every night I would pray; pray not only for the goodness of God to allow me to remember everything that troubled me, but to save my lungs, for I seemed to cough worse every day, and occasionally my chest would give a sharp pain, almost as though a muscle was caught on my sternum. I ignored it, silently cursing its ability to stop me in my tracks and wait till it passed.

I winced and paused as I dressed, holding my breath for what felt like eternity until the pain left me as suddenly as it had come, but it brought on a coughing fit.

I laid the dress on the bed and grabbed my handkerchief from the dresser, and covered my mouth. The fit subsided, and I felt weak and short of breath…I sat heavily on the bed and crumpled the linen fabric in my hand and closed my eyes, but quickly looked down at my hand when I felt something damp on the cloth.

The quick intake of breath was cut short, and I couldn't get a good breath of air. I wanted to call out, and I struggled to make noise, but I couldn't tell if I did or not, because a dull ringing in my ears was growing louder and louder with fright.

The door flew open, and I saw Gramma's frightened face, and then Jack's…and nothing more as I descended into a darkness…not the unfeeling light one that I had awoke from just a short while ago, but a darkness of fear and terror.

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Dude, that was so short even I'M not satisfied!

Oh well…I wanted to leave off with suspense, and I guess I just achieved that.

And, for any of you wonderful people care to know…I'm starting to learn how to draw people so when I try to publish this, I can have some pictures to go along with it! Yay!

So yeah…please review…even if it's something like "Lolly seems a bit like a fruitcake" or "u suck…die."

Preferably the former…