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I wake up in a startle. In a pool of sweat. My hands were shaking. Another bad dream about You Know Who. I grip my hands. They shake fast. I sit up. No way can I go back under the covers. Not to mention, I'm boiling hot like I have a fever or something. I feel my head. Oh, I do have a fever. Lovely.
I let out a small cough. My legs did ache a little. Maybe I slept on it wrong. I shakily stand up. I look out the window. Hedwig's still asleep so I'm trying not to wake her. She deserves to go to sleep. She's a really good owl. She's so quiet when she sleeps. I cough again. I see the stars shining over the school. It looks like such a beautiful night. The moon is full and shinning.
I look around. Everyone's asleep. If I am sick, I can't stay here. I take my invisibility cloak. The night air might do me good. I put my invisibility cloak on. No one needs to know about this, especially Professor Umbridge. I really don't like her. She's blinded that there is no dark wizard when I was there. She claims there is no Lord Voldemort.
I walk out without any notice. My barefoot moves around the soft grass and the rough dirt. I take off my cloak. I breathe in the fresh air. It smells so good out here. I don't smell gas, blood, foul odors, none of that crap. I breathe in the air. I sit down. I move my feet in the dirt. It's so quiet out here. It's so beautiful out here. I cough again.
"May I join you? O chosen one?" A voice asks behind me.
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