"Jacunda," a voice whispered into my ear, "What the bloody hell are you doing?" I frowned, what was Great Uncle Ron doing here. I opened my eyes to see that it wasn't Great Uncle Ron, but Tom Riddle staring straight at me as I clutched his arm ever so tightly. We were still in the kitchen. I released my grip and sighed.

"I can't tell reality apart from my dreams again," I said, "It's happened far too often when I was younger. Especially when I was tired. I may not look it, but I was a sickly child." Tom raised an eyebrow.

"You were?" Tom asked.

"I was prone to fainting," I said, "And apparently being stabbed in the heart cured it?"

"Wouldn't that kill you instead?" Tom asked, "But you seem perfectly alive to me."

"I inhaled failed time travel potion smoke as a baby," I said, "Amongst other things..." Tom didn't seem to believe me.

"You still seem tired, do you want to go back?" Tom asked.

"Might as well," I said. I tried to stand up, but I fell to the floor instead. My legs felt like there was something weird going on with them. Tom scooped me up and took me to the hospital wing, which despite the one in my time being rebuilt, they looked the same.

"What brings you two in here?" the Medi-witch asked.

"She suddenly fell," Tom said.

"Oh, you're the one that Professor Dumbledore found in the castle this past summer covered in blood," the Medi-witch said, "I'm glad I was able to save you. That stab wound in your chest was hard to heal, but I was able to make sure you didn't get a scar in the end, didn't I?" Tom seemed to be getting angry or embarrassed or something. I could just barely tell with his expressions, but whatever was happening here wasn't a good thing. The Medi-witch could tell too, so she quickly walked us over to an empty bed and after Tom put me on the bed, he cast a privacy spell.

"Dumbledore found you?" Tom asked, "You're saying that oaf had the decency to save you and somehow you aren't on his side?"

"He did find me," I said, "But I can't bring myself to trust him. I don't like people who claim to be the good guys with nothing to show for it." Tom smirked.

"Good answer," Tom said.

"But I have to tell you something else, Tom," I said, "I've broken just about every bone in my legs before, so it could be that."

"How?" Tom asked.

"Falling down the stairs," I said, "It used to happen almost monthly. It's not even that I'm clumsy, it's just my brother and his friends..."

"You mean the brother that you used to have nightmares about that all the Slytherin girls gossiped about?" Tom asked.

"I only have one," I said, "Or at least that's what I was told. My Mum is the one who lied to me my entire life about everything. I found out when I was in fourth year that my Dad..." Before I could finish talking, Tom's lips pressed against mine. I could tell that he wanted me to shut up, but somehow this calmed me down. I felt tears run down my cheeks.

"Let's talk about something else," Tom said, "You're obviously not good with that topic."

"Can you call the Medi-witch?" I asked. Tom nodded and broke the privacy spell to go find the Medi-witch. Tom didn't return, but the Medi-witch did.

"So, what happened, dear?" The Medi-witch asked.

"My legs suddenly gave out on me," I said, "I had broken every bone in them at one point or another, but aside from when I've fainted they never gave out on me before." The Medi-witch stared at me in confusion for a few seconds before she did anything.

"Let me see your legs, child," The Medi-witch said. I struggled to take off my tights, but the Medi-witch gasped at the sight of my legs. "I think I know something that might help." She pulled the blanket over my legs and rushed to go get something. When she came back, she was holding a bright red liquid. "This should make your legs look back to normal." I sighed and drank the potion, which was nasty. My legs felt better, but they still hurt.

"It still doesn't feel right," I said. The Medi-witch looked at my legs again.

"They didn't look broken before," The Medi-witch said, "But now they do. I'll be right back." She came back with the potion I had been taking monthly for five years and it still tasted as terrible as it did the first time. I felt better quickly, so I put my tights back on.

Then, I saw the one person I never wanted to see again, Grover. His red hair was unkept as usual.

"The bitch lives on," Grover said, his face contorting into a snarl, "Being lovey-dovey with a dark lord? Ha, what a joke. I'm the best dark lord this world has ever seen."

"But you died," I said.

"What do you mean?" Grover asked.

"You died, so you're here," I said, "You aren't the greatest dark lord if you died."

I suddenly woke up in the hospital wing with Tom by my side. The privacy spell was probably used.

"You fainted after you took two potions," Tom said.

"If these beds were bigger I would've asked you to come up here," I said.

"I can do that anyway," Tom said as he took his shoes off and climbed into bed with me. He hugged me, affectively calming me down, but we slept with each other again.

I left the hospital wing the next day, but it seemed like rumors were going around that my legs had something wrong with them and that it was Tom's doing.

"I heard that Tom broke your legs, Jacunda," one of the Slytherin girls said, "Are you alright?"

"He didn't break my legs," I said, "And I'm fine. This is just something I've dealt with for a long time."