The Duelling Club

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Katrina's POV

I woke up on Sunday morning to find the hospital wing blazing with winter sunlight. The bandages on my head had been removed, but it still felt very stiff. I sat up quickly and looked over at Colin's bed, but it had been blocked from view by the high curtains.

Seeing that I was awake, Madam Pomfrey came bustling over with a breakfast tray and then began examining me all over before moving on to examine Harry.

"All in order," she said. "When you've finished eating, you two may leave."

We dressed as quickly as we could and hurried off to Gryffindor Tower, desperate to tell Ron and Hermione about Colin and Dobby, but they weren't there. We left the tower and started for the library.

As we passed the library, Percy Weasley strolled out of it, looking in far better spirits than last time we'd met.

"Oh, hello, Harry, Katrina," he said. "Excellent flying yesterday, really excellent. Gryffindor has just taken the lead for the House Cup - you earned fifty points!"

"You haven't seen Ron or Hermione, have you?" said Harry.

"No, I haven't," said Percy, his smile fading. "I hope Ron's not in another girls' toilet..."

We forced ourselves to laugh, watched Percy walk out of sight, and then headed straight for Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. We opened the door and heard their voices coming from a locked stall.

"It's us, Harry said, closing the door behind him. There was a clunk, a splash, and a gasp from within the stall and I saw Hermione's eye peering through the keyhole.

"Harry! Katrina!" she said. "You gave us such a fright - come in - how's your arm? How's your head?"

Harry, squeezed into the stall but there wasn't room for me, not that I wanted to help anyways.

"You know what, I think I forgot to do that Charms essay! So, I'm just...gonna go and finish it up. See you guys later!" I said as I dashed out of the bathroom. I didn't want any part in their scheme to fool Draco. I wandered aimlessly through the hallways; not knowing what to do. I'd finished that essay 3 days ago! As I turned a corner, I ran into a solid body.

"Neville, what are you doing here?"

"I'm on my way to the library to try and finish up that Charms essay we were assigned. I'm having a lot of trouble with it."

"Well I'm not doing anything right now, would you like some help?"

"Oh, really? I would love that! Thank you so much!"

We made our way to the library and sat down at our usual table.


The news that Colin Creevey had been attacked and was now lying as though dead in the hospital wing had spread through the entire school by Monday morning.

Ginny Weasley, who sat next to Colin Creevey in Charms, was distraught, but I felt that Fred and George were going the wrong way about cheering her up. They were taking turns covering themselves with fur or boils and jumping out at her from behind statues. They only stopped when Percy, apoplectic with rage, told them he was going to write to Mrs. Weasley and tell her Ginny was having nightmares.

Meanwhile, hidden from the teachers, a roaring trade in talismans, amulets, and other protective devices was sweeping the school. Neville bought a large, evil smelling green onion, a pointed purple crystal, and a rotting newt tail before I pointed out that he was in no danger; he was a pureblood, and therefore unlikely to be attacked.

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