The Daughter Of Bellatrix And Ares

Chapter 16

Nadia POV:
A couple hours later me, the Weasleys, Harry, Hermione, Remus, Mad-Eye, and Mundungus were all ready to go to the hospital.

I was a bit more excited to go this time seeing as last time I heard some information about Harry and You-Know-Who. I was also bringing Electra, despite Ms. Weasleys protests, the dragon was sitting on my shoulder.

Like last time we traveled using the underground train before walking through the crowded streets of London.

I got a couple looks because of Electra but I used to mist to make her look like a regular bird rather than a fire breathing dragon.

After not too long we arrived back at the abandoned looking storefront that covered for the magic hospital. We walked through the glass and straight to Mr. Weasleys room, not bothering with the front desk.

Most of the following is taken partially from the book

They found Mr Weasley sitting in bed, the remains of his turkey dinner on his lap and a rather sheepish expression on his face.

"Everything all right, Arthur?" asked Mrs. Weasley, as they greeted him and handed over their presents.

"Fine" Mr. Weasley said "You haven't seen Healer Smethwyck, have you?"

"No," Mrs Weasley answered, narrowing her eyes with suspicion, "why?"

"Oh it's Nothing" Mr. Weasley replied, waving his hand and starting to unwrap his pile of gifts.

Mrs. Weasley did not seem entirely satisfied with Mr. Weasley's answer and to be honest neither did I. As Arthur leaned over to shake Harry's hand for his gift of fuse-wire and screwdrivers, she peered at the bandaging under his nightshirt.

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

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

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 see, we experimented with some of these old Muggle remedies, they're called stitches, Molly, and they work very well on-well Muggle wounds-"

Mrs. Weasley let out a loud noise somewhere between a shriek and a snarl.

Immediately Remus strolled away from the bed and over to the werewolf, 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," asked Mrs. Weasley, her voice growing louder with every word, "that you have been messing about with Muggle remedies?"

"Not messing about, Molly, dear," Mr. Weasley said looking quite scared, "it was more experimenting-only, well you see, with these particular kinds of wounds-it didn'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 Mrs. Weasley with a snort of mirthless laughter, "but even you, Arthur, wouldn't be that stupid-"