22nd March
On Thursday morning, Hagrid was in the library before classes. Hermione now has us all on this 'revision schedule' because exams are only ten weeks away. I mean ten weeks. Ten. Weeks. Either way, Hagrid was acting really suspicious, so Harry took his chance to ask about the Philosopher's Stone. To get us off his case, he invited us to his hut after classes.
"I'm not promisin' im telling yeh anythin'." He said.
"You just wait and see." Harry said as he walked off.
We went to his hut, as planned, but the curtains were shut and it was stifling hot. The heat hit me like a sledgehammer. The sore head that had been developing suddenly got worse, much worse.
"Tea? Stoat sandwiches?" Hagrid offered. We politely refused. I felt so ill.
Ron was obviously feeling the same way, "Can I open a window?" he asked.
"Can't, sorry." He replied, turning to Harry he asked, "So- yeh wanted ter ask me somethin'?"
I took out my top button, feeling myself sweating uncomfortably.
"Yes. We want to know what's guarding the Philosopher's Stone, other than Fluffy."
My head started spinning.
Hagrid raised his eyebrows, "Can't tell you tha' when I don' know meself."
"I really don't feel well." I spoke up, I felt like I was about to pass out, "See you in the common room." I managed to blurt out before escaping.
I staggered up the path to the courtyard and steadied myself on a pillar. I didn't feel great at all. I stumbled clumsily into the bathrooms and splattered some cold water over my face. So much better.
When I returned to the Common Room, I flumped on a squishy seat closest to the open window and I felt my eyes close. I must have dosed off for the next thing I remember is Harry, Ron and Hermione discussing Norbert, the dragon. Oh and another thing, Draco saw.
The weekly hell with Snape I didn't think could get any worse. But now you can filter in the added fact that I feel absolutely TERRIBLE, yes, it can. We were making a simple sleeping draught. I could do with some right now. Hermione's regime had late nights and early mornings and no caffeine, chocolate or sweets. She wondered why I was being so moody. I had the same headache and a new added pain in back, just to top it off.
It was quite warm in the dungeons; it was a lovely day outside, the beginnings of spring. I stirred my cauldron, trying my best to follow the instructions that suddenly went all fuzzy. I grabbed onto the table for support.
"Kathryn? Are you alright?" I heard Draco ask, but I couldn't see him. My heart started thudding. Then all the light disappeared from the world...
Minutes later I awoke with a thumping headache with both Snape and Draco's greasy hair in my face. I was on the ground.
"Move out of the way, you two. You've just fainted, Kathryn. Can you squeeze my hand?" I heard an unfamiliar voice. I tried to look around. "Try not to move, everything is alright!" I could hear a panicked mumble in the background. "Drink this, you'll feel better." I felt a warm liquid surging down my throat. Within seconds, I slipped back into an unconscious state.
I woke in the hospital ward what must have been hours later. It was dark outside.
"Ah, you're awake, good." It was Madam Pomfery, the voice from earlier.
I felt all groggy. "Nice to see you too."
Hermione stood, "Oh thank goodness you're alright!"
"How long have I been out?" I asked.
"A day and a half. 29 hours, 33 minutes and-"
"I get it. Oh, Hermione, your revision timetable..." I said as sarcastically as possible.
"Don't you worry about that! We just need to focus on getting you better." She said, comfortingly.
"She was being sarcastic, you know." Fred said.
"But as long as our Kafwin's alwight, you can get started stwaight away." George finished sarcastically.
"Don't." I tried to lift my head, but couldn't. "Aowww." I lifted my hand to find a bandage, 'I must have hit my head. Was it bleeding?' I thought to myself.
"It was your stupid plan that got her into this mess to start off with." Ron spoke next; Hermione must have shot him a dirty look for he said sheepishly, "no offense."
"Gave Snape a right good scare," Fred started.
"You're making Gryffindors proud! Talk of the common room!" George continued, with a cheeky smile.
"Welcomed back as a wounded hero!" Fred finished with a grin.
"Shut up you two!" I said jokingly.
Harry was the next to speak, "Draco's face." The five of them erupted into laughter. "He thought you were going to die!"
"It was priceless." Ron added.
Hermione interjected, "Not that we noticed, when we were so concerned about you!"
"What was it like?" I asked.
"What was what like?" Hermione was slightly confused.
Ron answered for me, "He was as pale as you were. He was holding your hand and everything."
I flung my hand in the hair. "WAS H ME, NOW!" My whole cubicle erupted in laughter. "No, I'm being serious, guys!" the laughing continued. "WHAT?"
"I don't know how to break this to you..." Ron started, trying to control his laughter "... he wanted to..."
"What? He wanted to what? RON?"
"He tried to give you mouth to mouth."
I put my hand up to my mouth in shock. Looked at it and noticed that it was the hand he held and flung it back at the bed sheets again in disgust. I retched. There was nothing in my stomach, which was fortunate for Harry who was sitting at the end of the bed. Projectile vomiting would definitely not give him a miss!
"So it's clear that the Pinky doesn't like the Malfoy!" Fred concluded.
"Doesn't like? DOESN'T LIKE? That boy makes me sick."
"We saw." George commented.
"So you'd prefer if it was George, would you?" Ron said, pulling a face. Blissfully unaware of the fact that George had been holding my hand this whole time.