'Till The End Darling

51. St. Mungos

"Where's the Portkey Proffesor?" Ron asked.

"Shh Mr Weasley." Mcgonagal hushed, until they were all safely in the confines of the empty hospital wing.
"This is the Portkey." She nodded towards an empty skele-grow bottle.

"Won't Harry be coming with us?" Ginny asked.

"No he'll meet you there."

"Where exactly...is there?" Y/n asked carefully.

"Headqua-" Mcgonagal stopped herself "very good Miss Reverie im impressed. I do in fact know about..well you know what. And good on you for asking, we can never be too careful in these uncertain times."

"You know about the Order?" Ron asked.

"Shhh Mr Weasley!" Mcgonagal hushed once again.

Fred and George snickered.

"We mustn't talk about it. Not even here. Also I might add that this bottle will be un-bewitched as soon as you've all used it, meaning it'll no longer be a portkey, incase for any reason you attempt to use it for such purposes."

"Proffesor shouldn't we be going to the hospital to see dad?" Ginny asked quietly.

"I suspect your mother will want to see you first." Mcgonagal nodded sympathetically "now come on off you all go. I hope you have a lovely Christmas."

"Is Harry going to be okay?" Asked y/n. Suddenly feeling awful for not having stayed with him. Prehaps if she'd told Dumbledore about her dream then Harry wouldn't have to stay alone.

"He'll be fine." Mcgonagal nodded "ill make sure of it."

Everyone placed a hand on the medicine bottle and before there was even time to comprehend they were flying through time and space. Traveling by portkey was no better than apparating. If anything the dizziness afterwards was worse.

"Is that them? Oh Merlin please say thats them." Mrs Weasley said in a fluster. She walked in to the kitchen to see all the children, minus Harry, lying in a heap on the floor.

"Ohh my children!" She cried "You're all here and you're all okay...you are all okay aren't you?"

Fred went to awnser but Molly quickly realised something.

"Where's Harry? Oh Merlin he didn't get lost via portkey did he? Oh no I don't know how we're-"

"Harry's fine Molly." Y/n quickly jumped in to stop the woman spiraling "Harry's had to stay at school, Dumbledores orders. But now we should really get going to St.mungos don't you think."

"Yes you're right." Molly nodded, patting her hair down "come on quicksticks."

She beckoned everyone into the living room and stuck out her arm.

"We're apparating there?" Hermione quickly questioned.

"Dumbledore has sorted everything. He's said its okay, now come on."

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, and scrunched up her mouth. It was always a very close call as to whether or not she would make it out of apparating conscious or not.

The immediate stench of cleaning chemicals and poperie hit her nose, but before she could even take that in, y/n was pushed down onto the floor by someone.

"Sorry love." George laughed from on top of her.

"Yeah sorry love." Fred added from on top of George.

"Ouch Fred you're on my leg." Hermione said. Y/n noticed that almost everyone was on the floor, apparating really isn't an exact science so no surprise there.