Window into the Past

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Soon enough it was October. Everyone was getting colds and taking Pepperup Potion. Poor Ginny was looking quite pale too, must've caught a cold too.

Two full moons have passed. Lavender, Parvati and Fay just thought I had food poisoning but Hermione stayed by my side as I fought through the pain.

"Is she on her period?" Lavender asked Hermione. "No! Leave her alone, Joy where's the potion?" Hermione asked me.

"Box, under bed," I groaned. My head started hurting too and I whimpered silently. "Oh, I'm going to be sick. Going to be sick." 

Hermione grabbed the cauldron and I vomited into it continuously. "Scourgify," Hermione waved her wand and all the puke disappeared. "Thank you," I whispered weakly. 

"It's not contagious? Is it?" Lavender looked concerned, more for herself than me. I gave her a dirty look as Hermione grabbed my potion. "No, it's not contagious, you can relax," I grumbled. 

"Joy, you're burning up," Hermione told me. "We need to get you to the hospital wing. I nodded, standing up. "She doesn't look good," Parvati stood up. 

"I'm...." I drifted off as the room started spinning and my body was dragged to the ground. 

***

I woke up in the hospital wing and Hermione was by my side reading one of my novels. "What happened?" I asked her groggily. 

Hermione put the book down. "You fainted," she told me. "Gave us all quite a fright, McGonagall had to levitate you out." 

"Floated all the way here?" I laughed. "I would've loved to see that." 

"Harry and Ron nearly both had a stroke when they learned you passed out," Hermione told me. "You've been out all night, Madam Pomfrey had to contact St Mungo's." 

"Like they can do anything," I rolled my eyes, sitting up. "Joy, it's worth a shot," Hermione pleaded with me. 

"Hermione, I've been in and out of St Mungo's for the last four years. They don't know what's wrong with me," I sighed. "At this rate, they are more than likely sick of seeing me vomiting in their rooms and Tia yelling at them." 

"Tia yelled at them?" Hermione wondered. "She can be really scary when she wants to," I said. Harry and Ron rushed into the hospital wing and Harry immediately hugged me. "Are you alright?! Hermione told us..." 

"I'm fine, it's a fuss about nothing," I brushed him off. "I'm more than used to vomiting on the regular..." 

"Joy, you passed out!" Hermione exclaimed. Professor McGonagall had come into the hospital wing with Madam Pomfrey and I leaned back, slightly exasperated. "Miss Jones..." 

"I'm fine, I just got dizzy," I tried downplaying it. "Miss Jones, you were unconscious for nine hours, forgive me if I'm not believing the whole 'I'm fine' act you're playing," McGonagall was not putting up with my bull. "Potter, Weasley, Granger, I would like a word with Jones alone." 

My friends turned to me and I nodded. "It's okay, go," I said. 

They walked away and McGonagall sat down beside me. "Jones, I think it's time you contact your father." 

"I don't know where he is," I muttered. "Even if I did, the Ministry has forbade him from having any contact with me." 

"With you directly, yes," she nodded. "But contact through a third party...what they don't know, won't kill them." 

I sat up. "Are you suggesting deceiving the Ministry, Professor?" 

"Is that a problem Jones?" Professor McGonagall asked me. "No, no, not at all," I shook my head, almost gleefully. "Does he know about your sickness?" she asked me.