Chapter 7 - Healing "Willow? Willow!" I hear someone saying as I open my eyes slowly. //I can still kind of hear that staticky noise// I think quietly //I NEED to wake uppppppppp-// "Harry?" I say quietly as I sit up. "Uugh, my head feels all fuzzy." I say "Everyone, out of the way please!" Said Madam Pomfrey as she rushed to the bed that I was sitting on with a bottle of something in her hand. "What happened?" I groan clutching my head "Well Willow," I hear someone say. //Chrysanthi! That voice is Chrysanthi!// "You know when we were re-potting the mandrakes? Someone knocked your earmuffs off, and, and, you got knocked out." //WHAT? WHO DID THAT?// "Uuugh" I groan "Do you have any idea who that was?" I ask "No, which is strange, because it was knocked off from your left side, but you were at the left end of the table!" Chrysanthi answered with a frown. "Lie down, lie down. You've had a very ranged assortment of medicines while you were asleep, but you still need more. Bottoms up!" Madam Pomfrey says, handing me a sleeping draught. Just then I remember something, a voice, it seemed just out of reach of whos voice it was, but I was very sure that I knew who it was from. //It was just someone saying 'Willow' but that, that voice was very strange.// I thought //I wonder who it's from.//
