Stella's POV

We staggered in to the room as Hermione stood up and helped us over.

"What happened?" Ron asked

"The challenge was the baskalisk. I got knocked out and my leg broke and Stella saved me with the sword of Gryfindor." Harry smiled and winced as Hermione healed his leg.

"How did you get it?" Ron asked curiously

"I dunno. I was on the ground and I saw the sorting hat and I pulled it out. I also got baskalisk fangs and the supplies."

"Speaking of supplies Demetrius needs the stuff badly. He could die if we don't give it to him now." Hermione said quietly.

I quickly ran over as Demetrius opened his eyes.

"Stella... Where have you been?" He slurred a bit.

"Don't worry. Long story lets get you better."

For the hour I spent time healing Demetrius until he was at his full strength telling him my tall tale on the way.

"I'm healed. Now it's your turn."

"I'm fine-"

"No your not." Demetrius took the rag as he began to clean the wound on my face. Blood trickled down my temple as he healed my wound.

"So. How do we prepare for tomorrow?" Ron asked as we all pondered the question.

Who knew what we were going up against.