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I figured since today is April Fool's Day, Fred and George's birthday, I should update in their honor.

When I opened my eyes, I was slightly disoriented. Everything was spinning and it felt like I was lying on something soft and flat. I blinked a few times, focusing my vision on the sights of Madame Pomfrey and the Hospital Wing.

"Oh, good," she smiled, "you're awake. I just sent Harry back to class."

I sat up abruptly and immediately regretted it. At the quick change of posture, it felt like I was being singed in the back with a red hot poker. "Holy mother of fu-ouch!"

Pomfrey shook her head disapprovingly, "You shouldn't have sat up so quickly. Your back is temporarily mended but it's still bleeding. A cut that deep…you're going to have a nasty scar when that heals."

"What?" I raised my eyebrows.

"You were harmed by the Whomping Willow, fell a few feet after, and from what Potter told me, the tree slashed your back. It's a miracle it didn't harm your spine. You should be lucky to be alive Miss Black."

"What class period are we in now?"

"Fourth," she paused for a moment, scanning me before she spoke again. "Don't even think about going to class in your state."

"But-"

"You're staying here."

I watched her walk away and sighed. I could feel the gauze bandages underneath my robes, which were no longer ripped and dirty. Even though Pomfrey was probably right in keeping me here, there was no way I was listening to her. I couldn't stay cooped up in the Hospital Wing, I'd go mad! So, as soon as Pomfrey retreated into her office, I slowly got off of my bed, swung my bag over my shoulder, and crept out. It took a few steps before I could painlessly walk and stand normally with my bag, but once I figured it out, I began to dread sitting down again. I made my way to the dungeons for Potions and slipped into my seat next to Hermione. Upon noticing me, she raised her eyebrows.

"What are you doing here?" She asked with her voice no higher than a whisper. "You shouldn't be here, Sarah. You're gravely injured."

I smiled slightly, "Obviously not gravely enough since I'm sitting here."

"Not gravely enough?"

I shook my head.

"Sarah," Hermione pressed. "If I were to give you a pat on the back right now, would you scream?"

"No," I answered. "However, I'm not ruling out the possibility of tears or-"

The doors to the dungeons swung open as Snape made his entrance. We all pulled out a quill and our textbooks, if we didn't have them out already, and paid attention to the front of the classroom.

"Today," Snape droned. "You will be concocting the Draft of Complications. Since we have talked about this particular potion before, I expect each of you to know what it does. If you do not know, the name of the potion should give you an inkling. You will begin now and you will finish by the end of class. Retrieve two of your ingredients up here. Otherwise, you should have everything you need."

After a few moments, we made our way up to his desk, retrieving the ingredients needed for the Draft of Complications. I waited for the crowd to clear before carefully standing up and walking towards Snape's desk. With each step I took, it felt as if the room was spinning. I blinked a few times and finally made it to his desk.

"Professor Snape," I took a short breath.

Snape's eyes narrowed, "Miss Black?"

He's never liked me, nor disliked me. Since my father was basically his enemy, Snape sees me as an incarnation of Sirius, just like he sees Harry as an incarnation of James. However, the fact that I'm good at potions keeps me off his torture list. Sighing, I placed my hands on his desk and leaned forward.

I sat in my hip, "Professor, is it just me, or is the room spinning?"

"I don't know what the devil you are talking about, but the room is not spinning," Snape assured me.

"Oh," I nodded. "Okay."

Snape watched me as I took a bezoar in my right hand, a frog tongue in my left, and began to walk back to my seat. I felt someone behind me, but it didn't matter because I fell forward a few steps later.

"Wingardium Leviosa."

Snape's voice penetrated my ears and I found myself hovering helplessly above the floor. I felt extremely weak. Maybe Hermione was right, I shouldn't have been here.

"Miss Black?"

I was flipped over so I was facing the ceiling, my head lolling backward, my arms dangling to my sides. I saw Snape stand over me, his lips muttering something I couldn't hear. Whether the other students crowded around us, I'm not sure. My eyes closed and felt really tired.

"Move!" Snape bellowed.

I felt something or someone carry me out of the classroom carefully, perhaps I was still levitating. Barely hanging on, I listened to Snape's footsteps on the stairs of the classroom.

"You are all to continue your potions while I am gone. None of you are to leave this classroom until I get back and if your potion isn't finished by the end of class, 50 points will be taken from your house."

I heard groans followed by, "Each."

"Professor," I muttered. "Where…are we going?"

"Professor Dumbledore would like to see you in this state, and then we will decide what to do with you."

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