A/N I love this poem.

Harry ran as fast as he could with his two friends at tow. Draco kept behind, hoping not to be seen but to see Millie, who was supposedly alive.

Harry stopped abruptly, panting, at Millie's bed.

"Tell them what you were telling me," Harry said, staring with anticipation.

Millie's mouth moved ever so slightly, and they all had to lean in to hear. Draco, his personality having changed ever since he met Millie, hid behind a curtian, straining to hear.

"Twas brillig and the slithy toves,

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.

All mimsy were the borogroves,

And the mome raths outgrabe."

The golden trio stared for a moment. Draco knitted his eyebrows.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son,

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch.

Beware the Jubjub birds, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch."

"The Jabberwocky," breathed Hermione. "It's a poem by Lewis Carrol. A muggle writer."

"But she said 'Jabberwock'" Ron pointed out. "Not 'Jabberwocky'"

"Yes, Ron, that's how it was written."

Draco sat in confusion. Why would she recite such an odd poem? What is with these muggles?

Madame Pomfrey came over.

"It's a miracle, isn't it?" She asked, smiling.

"Can we wake her?" Ron asked. Madame Pomfrey nodded.

Harry said her name softly. Then loudly. Then he shook her shoulders vigorously. Copy-cat, thought Draco.

Millie opened her eyes slowly. It seemed to take her a while to figure out where she was.

"H-Harry?" She asked hesitantly.

"Yeah." He said, super excited.

"Ah, there are so m-many people in here." She said, clutching her left wrist.

"Ok, ok everyone, one at a time." Madame Pomfrey announced, making every person but Harry clear out.

"Hi, Millie." He said smiling.

"H-Hey." Mille yawned.

"Millie - Why'd you do it?" Harry asked, growing angry at the memory of why he was there in the first.

'Lavender made me." She said at once.

"What?" Harry asked, confused. Lavender Brown? Made Millie attempt suicide?

"She thought it would be funny, you know. I guess it was kind of, Neville screams really loud."

"Wait, Neville? Was he there?"

"Of course he was! He was the butt of the joke!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Lavender and I took a stufffed toad and cut open its stomach and covered it in ketchup. What are you talking about Harry?"

"I MEAN YOU COMMITING SUICIDE!" Harry shouted. Was Millie being difficult on purpose?

"Suicide?" Millie exclaimed. "Where did you get that idea?"

"The note! The note you left us!" And with that, Harry withdrew the note from his pocket.

Millie read it and Harry wached her eyes move one direction then dart back.

"Who wrote this?" Millie inquired, sounding calm but her face held an expression of utter disgust.

"Y-You...you didn't?"

Millie shook her head.

"That means...That means someone was trying to..."

"Kill me, yeah." Millie shrugged. "Guess I'm not as popular as I thought."

Harry shook his head slowly. "Ah I love you, Millie."

Millie's face popped into surprise. Harry leaned in and kissed her.

"Oh." Millie said, awkwardly. "So..."

Harry began laughing nervously. "Ha, I was just kidding. I don't actually...d-...er...joke."

Millie giggled at his blabberings before kissing him back.

"I love you too, Harry. You big nut." Harry smiled.

"Well, I suppose its someone else's turn..." Harry turned to leave.

"Bye."