I'm not sure what exactly happened next, only that Quirrell's hand tured to ash. The last thing I remember thinking was Karma's a git, ain't it! before I allowed the searing pain in my leg to drag me under. Hospital wing, here I come!
I opened my eyes to a blinding white light and the sound of incoherant voices. After blinking several times, I heard Dumbledore say, "Alas, earwax!" I giggled and lifted my head off of my pillow just in time to see the old headmaster leaving the hosptial wing. I tried to sit up and finally succeded. I looked to my right to see no one in the neat white dressed bed. I turned to the left to see Harry silently debating whether or not he should risk tasting a Bertie Bott's bean.
"Ay-yo, Hare," I said as cheerfully as possible through my hoarse voice. Harry jumped and turned to me.
"Morning, Lex! You okay?" My raven haired friend question with concern ever apparent in his green eyes that shone greatly through his round glasses.
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger! Stand a little taller!" I sang loudly. Harry laughed and I joined in. After a few seconds of him telling me to tell him "I told you so," the hospital wing door burst open. In came my two best friends, followed closely by - is that? It is!- Esther! "Esthy!" I exclaimed from the bed. She smiled and ran over to me, her brown and ginger hair bouncing on her shoulder, and hugged me.
"Are you okay?!" She asked urgently. I nodded with a giggle. Why isn't giggling forbidden?!
"I'm fine," I said. Esther sighed in relief.
"Okay. I just had to make sure. I have to get back," she dismissed herself. I waved to her as she left.
"You two have got to tell us what actually happened!" Ron urged, basically jumping with excitment.
"Everyone's saying that You-Know-Who was there! Possessing a teacher," Mione continued. This was one of the very few times that the true story was more exciting than the rumors. I let Harry explain what happened because I wasn't even there the enitre time! I noticed that with each word, Ron's blue eyes widened and Mione's jaw dropped even further. Once Harry finished regailing how he had been attacked by Voldemort, Ron was the first to recover.
"Whoa! You were right, Alex."
"When aren't I right?" I questioned. Ron gave me a playful glare which I giggled at. "Any way, what happened when you brought Ron up, Mione?"
"I was heading up to the owlery to send for Dumbledore when I saw he was already here! He just asked me if Harry had gone after him and ran off to the third floor," Mione answered. I giggled, Harry chuckled, and Ron rolled his eyes with a look of disbelief.
"Off his rocker, Dumbledore is!" The ginger claimed. I laughed.
"I think he's a funny man. He, like Lex, knew what Quirrell was up to and thought we should get a chance to face Voldemort ourselves, so he taught us just enough," Harry said thoughtfully. I agree. Dumbledore may seem a nutter, but he knows what he's doing!
"Yeah, he's a definite nutter," Ron scoffed. "Anyway, you two have to come to the feast! Slytherin won, of course, but the food will be brilliant!" Mione nodded, and after some pleading on our parts, Madame Pomfrey let us go. I stood up, felt fine, but still walked with a limp.
"In fourth place is Gryffindor with 312 points," Dumbledore began. The Gryffindor table cheered half-heartedly. "In third place, Hufflepuff, with 352 points," he continued. The badgers cheered to be polite to their housemates. "In second place, Ravenclaw, with 426." My table burst into cheers. "And, first place, Slytherin house with 472 points!" The snakes jumped and cheered and screamed with joy. "HOWEVER," Dumbledore interrupted their celebrating. "Recent event must be taken into account. First, to Mr. Ronald Weasley, I award Gryffindor house 50 points for the best played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years." Gryffindor cheered as Ron looked shocked. "To Miss Hermione Granger, I award 50 points for the cool use of intellect while others were in grave peril." Mione burst into tears from what I saw. "To Mr. Harry Potter for pure nerve and outstanding courage. I award Gryffindor 60 points." Harry was clapped on the back as they were tied with Slytherin. "To Mr. Neville Longbottom, it takes a great deal of courage to stand up to your enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to your friends. I award Gryffindor 10 points!"
This sounded like Dumbledore's work. Break fifty rules each and are awarded a point for each one. But, he wasn't finished! "And, lastly, to Miss Alexandra Cason, I award fifty points for doing for others what they would have not done for her," Dumbledore smiled at me as the eagles burst into cheers as we were in second place. Compared to this, the Dursley's house is going to be even more torture!
ONE MORE CHAPTER!!!!!!