We now see him on a table and surrounded by people in white medical suits. I guessed that the illness was so contagious that they had to do this. They then were giving him some type of liquid that was known as the cure to dragon pox. In a matter of about 3 minutes his skin slightly cleared up, but sparks were for sure coming out of his nose when he sneezed."

Seeing this, my mother wanted to leave right away, but not before the dragon sneezed and blew flames on my upper chest and shoulders. Holly was horrified and really sorry. She saved me by spreading burn-healing paste all over my wounds. It's thick and orange, and luckily heals much more quickly than Muggle burn ointments. However, my mother kept me out of the sun and dressed me in long sleeves and turtlenecks for a year after the accident. This is what Muggles do in similar situations.

My mother and I went back to see Holly at the dragon reserve a few times once I reached school age. Antipodean Opaleyes aren't particularly aggressive and the one who sneezed on me, Bettina, turned out to be rather friendly in nature. I liked to watch her play with the other dragons, from a safe distance and while wearing protective leathers of course. Holly and my mother are still friends. I remember the accident very dimly, but I'm not afraid of fire or dragons.

And then last year, here at Hogwarts, I broke my wrist. I had been climbing up into a tree, - perhaps I should stop climbing trees - trying to get to a deserted Jobberknoll nest because I wanted to study how they made their nests, when I slipped and fell from about fifteen feet, landing on my wrist and snapping it. After a friend escorted me (painfully) back to the castle, the Matron in the hospital wing said that a small piece of bone had snapped off of my wrist and needed to be replaced. I only had to drink a few sips of skele-grow, but it was disgusting and painful. However, my arm was fixed within a couple of hours, rather than the months it took when I was a child.

So far, aside from the odd pepper-up potion, the skele-grow has been my only real experience in magical healing.

One day my cabin was scheduled to go for a hike through the woods. Why this was fun, I will never know. I was paired up with a large girl – she looked to be a body builder. Her and her friends were known to pick on the ‘unusual’ girls – like me. This seemed like a good time for them to have a little fun with me. While we were walking my ‘partner’ started to slow down with her friends, lagging behind the rest of the class. I knew I would be in trouble for leaving my partner so I sadly stayed with her, hoping the counselor would notice we were not there anymore soon. Of course THAT didn’t happen.

Once we got slip up from the rest of the group the girls turned to look at me. I knew something bad was going to happen so I turned tail and started running. I was running without really paying attention to where I was going when my foot hit a root and I went skidding on the ground. My arm ending up getting caught on some loose branches and was cut wide open. By this time the rest of the cabin HAD noticed we were gone and came looking for us unfortunately I was losing a lot of blood from my arm and feeling sick.

The counselor was prepared for anything and had a small bottle of Blood-Replenishing Potion with her. With the help of the potion I was able to make it back to camp and the healer there who patched me up. Thanks to this little episode though I was able to spend as much time as I wanted with the cooks and not hiking with the other kids.