I woke up to loud footsteps on the grass. I am a really light sleeper unfortunately. I sat up and looked at Vicky, he is fast asleep.
I got up and left the ship, curious of what was happening, then I saw Hagrid and a boy with dark hair. Harry.
"Harry!" I shouted and he looked at me in surprise. Hagrid hadn't heard me, thank goodness because he would of sent me straight back to the hospital ward.
"Ms. Potter!" I heard a cold voice shout, Snape. I turned around to see him but he wasn't looking at me but for me.
I crept over to Harry and took the invisibility cloak and placed it over myself and followed Hagrid. This is going well. Even though I only need to be in the hospital for another week I can't stay there any longer.
If they find me Madam Pomfrey will go nuts! Harry had given me the Marauders Map so no one can check it to see where I am. I glanced at it and noticed Vicky pacing his room. Whoops.
By the time I looked up, Hagrid was with Madam Maxime. Love is in the air <3
Harry was now under the cloak with me. He was holding my hand tightly obviously he didn't want me walking off.
I walked through a clearing of bushes and saw a bright burst of flames. I ducked instinctively. Dragons.
Oh no. I knew that one, a Hungarian Horntail they are super fierce. I saw one once and it was a terrible experience.
Wait a minute they are mothers, I saw three men take eggs out of their cage and run away. I had to bite my lip to stop me from shouting.
I didn't like dragons but I didn't think that they should be bullied. It's not nice.
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So Harry has to fight Dragons for the first task in around 1 week. Yay.
Now I have to face Madam Pomfrey. That's going to be fun. I was walking to the hospital wing when I bumped into Cedric.
"Oh sorry!" He said helping me back onto my feet "How are you?" I shrugged "No," I said huffing "I have to go back to the hospital wi-"
I fell down in the middle of my sentence but Cedric caught me and brought me up close to his face.
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FanfictionWhy was I always the one with bad luck? To have death constantly over my shoulder, breathing down my neck. Danger around every corner in every street. This is how I live, living in fear of the constant threat of death.
