You crumpled to the ground, your wand clattering onto the stone floor as your mind went blank and you fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. Your worst fear that year had been recognized: the basilisk had petrified you. Four months later, you woke in the Hospital Wing, Harry at your bedside, watching you apprehensively. You smiled at him once you regained your senses, he smiled back and took your hand gently in his, and you felt like everything would be alright now.