Jinx Not-So-Malfoy

Chapter 26

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I dropped the shovel, unsure of what just happened.

"Jinx, you will you help me get Harry to the hospital wing?" Dumbledore asked me. He was bent over Harry, checking to make sure he was okay.

"Of course, Professor. How is he?" I asked.

"He will be unconscious for who knows how long. He should be okay." I nodded.

"Professor, couldn't you just levitate him?" I asked. "I mean, it would be a lot easier that way. I'm not exactly what you would call 'strong'."

"I never thought of that," he said. I blinked a couple of times, confused.

"But you're the all smart and powerful Dumbledore...." I said.

"Even a great wizard can be dumb at times."

Did he just call himself dumb?

....

Awkward turtle.....

I came back to earth to find Harry levitating. Dumbledore held his arm out to me.

"Shall we? I daresay that apparation is the easiest way to get out of here with Harry in this state." I nodded. I grabbed his arm and took a breath.

I went through the usual sensations of apparation and when I opened my eyes again, I was ontop of a bookcase in the hospital wing.

"How the hell did I get up here?" I said aloud. Dumbledore looked up at me.

"I'm not quite sure." He said.

"Great.  Can you get me down now?" I said.

Suddenly I was on the ground.

On my head.

I flopped over.

"Ow." I said, getting up. I dusted myself off and turned to Dumbledore. "If we're done here, I want to get to bed. Kay, thanks, bye."

I turned on my heel and strutted out of the room and back to the tower.

"Oooo... Ickle student out of bed!" Peeves said when I was nearly back at the tower

"Go ahead, Peeves. Tell Flinch that I was out of bed, and tell him to report it to Dumbledore. I don't care." I said, flouncing up to the portrait. "PIG SNOUT!"

The Fat Lady opened for me and I stepped inside to a very emotional Hermione. I was engulfed in a hug at once

"What happened? Where's Harry?" She asked, with a zillion other questions coming at me.

"Hermione, let the poor girl speak!" Ron said. I explained what I knew.

"I think -- now I'm not sure -- that Quirrell had a face in the back of his head." I said slowly. "But it was most definitely him who was trying to steal the stone."

"I wonder why." Ron said.

"I think our suspicion was correct. About Voldemort, I mean." I said. "The only way to know for sure is from Harry, but he's out cold in the hospital wing. Now if you don't mind, I'd prefer to get some sleep."