went on feverishly, "then Voldemort will be able to come and finish me off... Well, I suppose Bane'll be happy."

Hermione looked very frightened, but she had a word of comfort.

"Harry, everyone says Dumbledore's the only one You-Know-Who was ever afraid of With Dumbledore around, You-Know-Who won't touch you. Anyway, who says the centaurs are right? It sounds like fortune-telling to me,
and Professor McGonagall says that's a very imprecise branch of magic."

The sky had turned light before they stopped talking. They went to bed exhausted, their throats sore. But the night's surprises weren't over.

When Harry pulled back his sheets, he found his invisibility cloak folded neatly underneath them. There was a note pinned to it:

Just in case.

"Did anyone get the number of that truck?" groaned Amelia as she sat up in the Hospital Wing bed a day later.

"Welcome back sleepy beauty," It was Harry.

Amelia chuckled but winced in pain. "Fuck what was that thing?" Amelia lifted up the covers to see that she was wearing a paper gown and sweatpants. She lifted up the gown to see her whole torso was wrapped in bandages a bit of blood leaking through. "Fuck."

"We don't know," pipped up Hermione, "it was stupid of you to try and fight it though even as a wolf." Amelia just became aware of her ear's fur and fangs, she made these quickly disappear.

"Well I'm alive and I'm glad to see Harry is too," Harry shook his head. "You are lucky you're alive. Madam Pomfrey said you could have died, you're going to have a few nasty scars though."Amelia chuckled. "Thanks, mom," she joked. She sighed. "Another scar another story I always say."