I open one eye then the other. My mouth hurts; I need some pain relievers. I slowly raise to a sitting position, freezing at the sight of Stephen asleep nearby with my puppy on his chest and Hagrid near his feet.

I snag my cell phone from the table in front of me and take two pictures; I have to record this moment. Of course, at my movement, the two dogs move, waking him up.

“Hey,” he greets with sleepy eyes and a gruff voice. “How do you feel?”

“I hurt.” I ...