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Okay. Here I am... all alone... in this creepy ward at St. Mungo's. There isn't even anyone sharing my room. (Oh yeah, Hermione let me borrow her Laptop for the loooong stay) So, here's the story:
A few days ago, Harry, Hermione, Ginny and I were playing Apple Quidditch up on the hill when a cloaked wizard came up asking about Peter Pettigrew. I asked what he wanted with him and he said he was the missing link. I said he hadn't been around since he was my rat and this man just attacked me. Physically and with spells. He managed to make the bones in both of my arms and broke two of my ribs. I couldn’t really fight back as I didn’t have my wand and this guy was just HUGE! He managed to crack my skull in two places; I am amazed that I haven’t forgotten any of this by getting knocked out against that tree. Apparently, he put an incurable illness on me, but the nurse here at St. Mungo’s says that its called that because you are sick for a long period of time, roughly a month, and they have a cure for it: let the illness run its course. God, these people don’t help much. Oh yeah, the only reason there is an entry just before we left for St. Mungo's is because Harry decided to act as me and tell all you lovely people why I would be gone.
Excuse me for a moment...
Sorry. I had to... er... release myself of bodily fluids through the mouth. To put it plainly, I was vomiting. I gotta go now. Miriam is lecturing me about... er... things
A few days ago, Harry, Hermione, Ginny and I were playing Apple Quidditch up on the hill when a cloaked wizard came up asking about Peter Pettigrew. I asked what he wanted with him and he said he was the missing link. I said he hadn't been around since he was my rat and this man just attacked me. Physically and with spells. He managed to make the bones in both of my arms and broke two of my ribs. I couldn’t really fight back as I didn’t have my wand and this guy was just HUGE! He managed to crack my skull in two places; I am amazed that I haven’t forgotten any of this by getting knocked out against that tree. Apparently, he put an incurable illness on me, but the nurse here at St. Mungo’s says that its called that because you are sick for a long period of time, roughly a month, and they have a cure for it: let the illness run its course. God, these people don’t help much. Oh yeah, the only reason there is an entry just before we left for St. Mungo's is because Harry decided to act as me and tell all you lovely people why I would be gone.
Excuse me for a moment...
Sorry. I had to... er... release myself of bodily fluids through the mouth. To put it plainly, I was vomiting. I gotta go now. Miriam is lecturing me about... er... things