I wake up in the Hospital Wing, but I am not in my own body. I see Colin and Justin Finch-Fletchly trying to jump into their own bodies, Hermione wandering about the room, and Penelope Clearwater sobbing at the foot of her own bed.
"Colin!" I shout. "What's going on?" Everyone looks up at me.
"Don't you remember, Meg?" Hermione asks, aprehensivly. "We were petrified." Petrified? It all comes flooding over me in a wave of dread, and I look sadly at my body.
"We are merely conciosnesses of ourselves, because our bodies are not going to be moving anytime soon," Penelope sniffs, standing up. "Then what do we do?" I ask.
"Nothing," Justin huffs, "This is hopeless." Hermione starts to cry, and I run over to calm her, whispering soothing reassurences. I don't know if it's working, but it's all I can do for now.
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Harry's POV
"Professer, who else was petrified?" I ask looking at the other cubical. Professer McGonnagal bites her lip. They were from our house too. It isn't bad enough that Colin and Hermione are petrified? McGonnagal opens the curtain just enough to see her face. The sharp grey eyes were unmistakable. Ginny had lost three of her best friends.
