Jasmine's pov

I woke up abruptly, coughing my lungs out. Someone put they're hand on my shoulder but it was yanked away with a hiss. 

"Jassy, are you okay?!"

"What do you think?! She can't breathe!"

"What do we do?!"

"Go get Snape!"

Blaise stood over me as my coughing became more erratic. I quickly rolled up sleeves. The same green purple scales covered the majority of my arms, making me panic, also causing my coughing worse. Blood and bile spattered from my mouth. Blaise thrust a bucket to me, allowing to hurl into it. A hand rubbed my back as I retched into the poor bucket. 

"Jasmine, I'm taking you to Pomfrey."

"O...kay."

I was lifted into Papa's arms and he rushed down the halls to Auntie Pomfrey. Blaise and Pansy were right on his heels. I felt my body get laid on the bed. 

"Poppy, what's wrong with her?"

"I don't know, I need to do some tests. Contact Charlie Weasley down in Romania. If this is something Dragon related, I won't able able to do anything without a Dragon expert here. Go!"

I was fed a couple potions, almost making me vomit again. 

"Hem hem."

"What do you want? This is an emergency."

"I don see the "emergency' here. It's just a half breed trying to get of of school work. If I don't see her in any of her class, which I will be monitoring, I will give Miss Potter a detention."

A viscous retort was on the tip of my tongue, but bile shot out instead, all over her bubblegum robes. 

"Detention, Miss Potter!"

"She is violently ill! She hurled as soon as she woke up! And her name is Rosewood-Snape!"

I turned my head to the blurry Blaise at my side. I don't know where Pansy was, but Blaise was sitting at my bedside. 

"Professor Umbridge, I would like for you to leave my daughter alone."

"Hmph, she has detention with me for tonight."

"She will not be attending this bogus punishment for something she cannot control at this moment. If you force her to go to this detention, I will go to Fudge about you abusing your authority here."

I heard her angrily stomp away with a cleaning charm. 

"Go..Pops."

I violently turned my body to cough away from everyone. I'm pretty sure I saw something gold in color.

"I'm here Professor!"

I felt a hand press to my cheek. It felt nice and cold. 

"Is there anything abnormal going on?"

"Um, she has greenish purple scales all over her arms."

My sleeved were cut off. I hissed at the sudden cool air hitting my skin and scales. 

"Did she come into contact with anything over the summer?"

"No, I didn't see anything, but she was with her friends too. Parkinson fetch Fredrick and Georgian from the hall. I'll fetch Black." 

Casalsed hands felt my arms, occasionally tapping the scales with fingernails. 

"What do you think it is Mr. Weasley?"

"The color reminds me of dragon pox, but the skin coloration doesn't match."

"Me and Pansy slept in the same room as her too, we're fine."

"Agreed, dragon pox is highly contagious. I would still like to perform a few tests on you, just to be safe."

"Alright."

"Jazzy-bear! I'm here sweetheart!"

I turned my now fuzzy, fading vision to Uncle Padfoot. 

"Snuff...fles?"

"I'm here baby girl. What's happened to her?"

"That's what I'm trying to determine. Did she come into contact with anything at your home? Anything at all Lord Black?"

"No, I didn't even have a party. We had fun at beaches in France, the forests in Germany, and even went to a circus in America."

"This circus, what was being shown?"

"It was amazing, Jasmine was called upon to be a volunteer. She was with the acrobats, tightrope walkers, and was..."

"What did my daughter do, Black."

"The knife throwing wheel."

"What?!"

"She told me she wasn't cut!"

"Where did the knife hit the board?"

"Next to her left ankle, in between her thighs, next to her left forearm, and next to the right side of her cheek."

"Poppy and Parkinson will check her, everyone else, leave the curtain."

I felt winkled, but deft hands and a pair of well moisturized hands strip my pajamas from my hot, sweaty, disgusting flesh. I was telling the truth though. The knife thrower didn't cut me. But...

"Aun...tie?"

"Sweetie, what is it?"

"The backs....of my knees..."

I was flipped to my front and the cold air hit the inner part of my knees like the train. 

"Holy shit!"

"Language Miss Parkinson!"

A light t-shirt and a pair of thin shorts were spelled on me.

"Gentleman, please come here."

"Jazzy-bear, what happened?"

"Ac..rob..ats..."

I started coughing heavily into the pillow, my face rested on. 

"Mr. Weasley, what do you think?"

"Hmmm, Lord Black, who was working at that circus?"

"It was a family of a witch and muggle, their five children, and their fifteen grandchildren."

"Well, now that I'm aware of their status, I can say, it's probably a variant of Dragon Pox, but I would need a second opinion from an American wizarding doctor. One moment."

"Parkinson, Zabini. I won't force you to go to class. You can go back to the common room, and prepare the room for Jasmine to rest." 

"Okay Professor."

I was too weak to wave them bye. I sneezed, hitting my head into the bed frame, getting a massive nosebleed. 

"Stupid girl."

My nose was fixed and a forceful, scorching heat pressed to the hurt part of my legs, rather harshly. I screamed, but was immediately placed under a silencing charm."

"Anthony?! What are you doing?!"

"Confirming your suspicions. She has what's know as Draconic Ice Ailment. It was discovered twenty years ago by an old dude called Martin Shammork. It's normally contracted through contact with Ice Dragon scales that haven't been charmed properly. The best antidote is rest, vitamins and minerals, and this potion. It doesn't have a name, but with this potion she should be right as rain in on day and one night."

"Thank you Mr. Goldstein."

"Of coarse. I have a bakery to get to now."

I was flipped back over. Someone sat me up and held up a  potion bottle. I did my best to drink the surprisingly fruity drink. It tasted like raspberries and plums. There was also a minty aftertaste that soothed my throat. 

"You, are you the potion master here?"

"That would be me. this worthless Auror wishes he was at my level."

"Watch it Sniv."

"Here's the recipe for the potion. It has to be followed exactly for the best taste and properties. If even one step is out of place, her organs will melt into a acid like puddle. See ya."

A crack made me flinch. 

"Black, take this recipe to my potion room and place it under to highest protection charm you can."

"Roger that."

Papa lifted me up after covering me with his robes. I could see his tacky green and silver sweater and his blue jeans almost clearly. 

"I can't believe you still have that."

"Well missy, I'm not going to discard a birthday present, regardless of how "tacky" it is."

"I forgot your a legilimens."

"Yes well. I don't want to see your butt out of your bed for the rest of the day. I will notify the other teachers about your absence and demand a free day from Albus to be with you."

"You know he won't let you."

"I'm aware, but it's worth a shot."

I was place in my bed and tucked in tightly. 

"Parkinson, Zabini. I don't want her to leave this bed for anything. If you manage to keep her here you will be exempt from potions testing with an automatic O. This entails bringing her food, water, books, and anybody she wishes to see. Understood?"

"Yes sir!"

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