When we got back, we were by the lake. The words were ringing in my ears. “tell Albus Severus – I’m proud he carries my name.” Why did he always do it? Every time? No matter which world, he was my brilliant uncle. And would always say the right thing. I ran and ran and BOOM it was like hitting a brick wall.

“ALBUS! SCORPIUS! Are you alright?” It was Harry he was already in the water followed by Draco and Ginny. I couldn’t understand it. I stood at the side of the lake. My head was pounding, my chest thumping. They were ok, they were alive.

They may have been angry for what their children had done, so was I, fuming, raging. But I needed to go to the Hospital wing. I don’t like to say that it was a shock, but it was. My whole body had been tortured. Although …
I sat on a bed whilst Harry and Draco sorted out their children. How could this have happened? Only October and already we have been though a mountain of drama. How we were going to work this out at the ministry I had no idea. A million things were going through my head.

“Either stop worrying or I’ll have to send you to St Mungo’s Mrs Weasley, you’ll make it far worse on yourself.” Mme Pomfrey had a way with words and was always right. She always hated the way people fretted but had an amazing knack for calming them down.

“MUM!!! Fred said you were here! I thought it was I joke but I just had to check and you are! Are you ok?” Sevie in red robes. I was delighted. I have never squeezed her so tightly.