Ophelia || Harry Potter

Chapter 85

All of us grab our coats heading to the car Mundungus had brought

It was enchanted therefore it could fit all of us within it. Me, Ginny and Hermione got in first, taking our seats with everyone coming in after. Mrs Weasley was apprehensive, however it was the only option

After about half an hour we arrive at st Mungo's hospital which has been decorated for Christmas. Amongst the plain white walls there were red, green and gold tinsel hung around bringing colour to the place. We walked past the reception and up the stairs. I followed the others since I hadn't been with them on their last visit

We walk into a ward where we foundMr Weasley propped up in bed, with the remains of his turkey dinner on a tray that sat on his lap and a rather sheepish expression on his face

"Everything all right, Arthur?" Mrs Weasley asked her husband, after we had all greeted Mr Weasley and handed over his presents

"Fine, fine" Mr Weasley replied, a little too heartily "You-er-haven't seen Healer Smethwyck, have you?"

"No" said Mrs Weasley suspiciously, narrowing her eyes at her husband "Why?"

"Nothing, nothing" said Mr. Weasley airily, starting to unwrap his pile of gifts we gave him  "Well, everyone had a good day? What did you all get for Christmas? Oh, Harry, this is absolutely wonderful!" He exclaimed having just opened Harry's gift of fuse-wire and screwdrivers

Molly did not seem entirely satisfied with her husbands answer. Therefore as her husband leaned over to shake Harry's hand, she peered at the bandaging under his nightshirt

"Arthur" she said, with a snap in her voice like a mousetrap "you've had your bandages changed. Why have you had your bandages changed a day early, Arthur? They told me they wouldn't need doing until tomorrow"

"What?" said Mr Weasley, looking rather frightened and pulling the bed covers higher up his chest. "No, no-it's nothing-it's-I"

He seemed to deflate under Mrs. Weasley's piercing gaze

'Well-now don't get upset, Molly, but Augustus Pye had an idea...he's the Trainee Healer, you know, lovely young chap and very interested in...um... complementary medicine...I mean, some of these old Muggle remedies...well, they're called stitches, Molly, and they work very well on...on Muggle wounds-"

Mrs. Weasley let out an ominous noise somewhere between a shriek and a snarl. Remus strolled away from the bed and went over to a man who had no visitors and was looking rather wistfully at the crowd around Mr Weasley; Bill muttered something about getting himself a cup of tea and Fred and George leapt up to accompany him, grinning

"Do you mean to tell me" said Mrs Weasley, her voice growing louder with every word and apparently unaware that her fellow visitors were scurrying for cover "that you have been messing about with Muggle remedies?"

"Not messing about, Molly, dear" said Mr Weasley imploringly "it was just-just something Pye and I thought we'd try-only, most unfortunately-well, with these particular kinds of wounds-it doesn't seem to work as well as we'd hoped-"

"Meaning?"

"Well...well, I don't know whether you know what-what stitches are?"

"It sounds as though you've been trying to sew your skin back together" said Molly with a snort of mirthless laughter, "but even you, Arthur, wouldn't be that stupid-"

"I fancy a cup of tea, too" said Harry, jumping to his feet. He grabbed my arm as we, Hermione, Ron and Ginny almost sprinted to the door. As it swung closed behind us we heard Mrs. Weasley shriek "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THAT'S THE GENERAL IDEA?"