The Other Side of the Story~~~Book 3~~~

Harry

I walked in before any one else. He has been out for a day.

I sat there and the pulled out the book that Hagrid gave me. I flipped to a picture of Harry, Mom, and Dad. When we told Harry the truth, Hagrid said I was sick. What kind of sickness did I have? Was it deadly? I sat there for another hour and the walked out.

I walked and walked until I was at Hagrid's house.

Knock, knock, knock!!!!

"Hagrid!!!! Hagrid!!!!! HAGRID!!!!!!!

Who's there?

Hagrid!!!! It's me!!! Molly.

Oh hello. Why are you up here on a Sunday morning at what 7 o'clock?"

I wanted to see you, "I said in my innocent voice.

Well come in."

When he closed the door, "Okay what do you want?

What sickness did I have? When I was a baby??

Oh uh. I don't know."

He knew. He was not keeping eye contact. He looked at the fire.

"Hagrid?

I said I don't know.

I know you know, so just say it.

I don't know.

Hagrid," I said in a warning tone.

That broke him. He was sobbing. Big wet tears covered his cheeks.

"Hagrid?" I said in a worried voice.

"Was it deadly?"

He nodded.

"Was it..... contagious?? Thats why my parents stayed away from me," I said as he nodded.

I started to pace what sickness was contagious and deadly???

"Hagrid? Its not Scrofungulus, is it?"

He nodded.

Scrofungulus was quite a contagious disease which was provoked by an unknown fungus, which usually caused tiny tentacles to erupt across the neck and face, and could be fatal. No one under the age of 8 has survived.

I not only survived Voldamort but Scrofungulus.

"Hagrid, the updated books say no one under the age of 8 has lived. Why did it not say that I survived?"

Between sobs he said, "The doctors were killed before they wrote a report on you. Someone killed them with that curse.

Thank you, Hagrid. It is better for me to know, isn't?

Ya, I guess.

Well I am going to see Harry. He has not woken up yet. Bye Hagrid!!

Bye Molly."

Then he continued to sob. I walked up to the hospital wing and Madam Pomfrey was ushering the team out. I waved and then the only ones who waved back were the twins. They pulled me over.

"Hey. Do y'all need something?

Meet us at the Three Broomsticks on your next Hogsmeade trip.

Okay?"

They walked away so I walked to Madam Promfey.

"Madam Pomfrey?

Yes dear.

How is he doing?

He will be fine. He got worse."

She chuckled. I smiled.

"Thank you. Can I go see him?

Yes, he just woke up. Hermoine and Ron are in there.

Thank you!!"

I walked in there just as Hermoine dumped the rest of his broom on the bed. I looked down.

"I helped brought it in. I dont know how you survived the beginning of  last year. It was really mad. Harry, I am sorry."

He didn't say anything.

"I have to tell y'all something."

I pulled out the book.

"As you can see," as I flipped through the book", I am in none of these pictures."

Harry looked up from his broom.

"Hagrid said I was sick. This morning I talked to Hagrid. He said I had Scrofungulus."

Hermoine and Ron gasped.

"What is Scro-what-ever?

It is the most deadly disease," whispered Ron.

"No one under 8 has survived," Hermoine added in a shocked voice.

"I am one of the only ones who has survived Voldemort's"-Ron and Hermoine flinched-"curse and then only one who survived Scrofungulus."

Everyone was quiet.