It was something serious that was reported to Professor Dumbledore. He was concerned, spoke to my uncle and by breakfast was standing in front of nearly the whole school. It was not only demoralising but I felt ashamed. Due to certain… “extra lessons” and the fact that my uncle has a Dark Mark he knew that he couldn’t touch me. He knew that I was powerful even on my own, even against him. He got up and asked George to say a certain spell. I had no idea what it was. That was the point. I had to not be able to block him. I was adept at wandless magic so even that was no bother.

I closed my eyes and thought to myself that George is one of my best friends. I can’t hide from him. Gasps came from around the Great Hall. I suddenly felt very weak. It was as though all the muscles had been taken from my body and I was standing on the skeleton model that Professor Lupin used to have in his room. When I opened my eyes, I looked at the shocked faces of my friends and my uncle. Evidently, I was right. Muscles had been removed. The problem was it was I that had done it to myself. I hated myself for it. I felt like collapsing but I was caught by my uncle, and 3 Slytherins. I was taken straight to Mme Pomfrey to be examined.