The Daughter Of Bellatrix And Ares

Chapter 14

Nadia POV:
We're planning to visit the Weasleys Dad in the hospital tomorrow. I'm not the fondest of hospitals but I'm going anyway because according to my Father I have to be nice to gain their trust. Absolute bullshit if you ask me.

We all got a couple hours of sleep before our trunks arrived from hogwarts. Harry still had bags under his eyes that led me to believe he hadn't been sleeping but everyone else looked refreshed.

After we all got dressed in muggle clothes, they didn't even let me wear my regular outfit or bring weapons people could see, we headed out with a heavily scarred and paranoid man named Mad-Eye Moody and a young smiling woman with short bright pink hair named Tonks.

We got on a train that led us to the heart of London. Stepping out from underground we saw a store-lined street packed with Christmas shoppers. I wrinkled my nose, gross, people.

"Here we go," Mad-Eye said not long later.

We had arrived at a large, old-fashioned, red brick department store called Purge and Dowse Ltd. It wasn't the most appealing place to shop, the bricks were fading, the display window held a few chipped dummies with their wigs askew modeling clothes that were at least 10 years out of date, in this time not my own, and there was a large sign on the dusty door that read 'closed for refurbishment.' As someone passed I heard them tell their friend "it's never open, that place..."

Tonks beckoned us forward closer to the window "everyone ready?"

Everyone nodded, clustering around her. Tonks leaded close to a very strange looking broken dummy and said "Wotcher... We're here to see Arthur Weasley."

Harry looked at the pink haired women like she'd gone insane but I've seen plenty of things in my demigod travels so I didn't even blink. Not even when the dummy nodded ever so slightly and beckoned it's jointed finger, and Tonks grabbed Ginny and Mrs. Weasley by the elbows and stepped right threw the glass vanishing.

Fred, George, and Ron stepped up and disappeared after them. Moody poked Harry in the back for probably the thousandth time and grabbed my elbow pulling us both through the glass.

There was no sign of the dummy or the store it was in on the other side. Instead they had arrived in a crowded reception full of tons of witches and wizards, some of which looked normal other sporting gruesome disfigurements.

"Over here!" called Mrs. Weasley, and we followed her to the queue.

There was a large painting of a witch with long silver ringlets, it was labeled Dilys Derwent St. Mungo's Healer, 1722-1741 Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, 1741-1768.

Dilys was eyeing the Weasley party carefully, as though counting us, it looked as though the witch winked at Harry before walking sideways out of her portrait, probably to the one at Hogwarts.

I stopped paying attention but a couple minutes later Moody was pulling me in the direction of Arthur's room. We walked through double doors, passed more paintings of healers and doors filled with other patients.

Most of the following is taken directly from the books

"We'll wait outside, Molly," Tonks said once we arrived at Arthur's room "'Arthur won't want too many visitors at once, it ought to be just the family first."

Mad-Eye growled his approval of this idea and set himself with his back against the corridor wall, his magical eye spinning in all directions. Me and Harry drew back, too, but Mrs Weasley reached out a hand and pushed Harry through the door, saying, "Don't be silly, Harry, Arthur wants to thank you. You come to Nadia."