Patience

Chapter 71

!Warning!- Lots of cursing in this chapter and kissing with vivid detail. Read as you choose so :)

I had hardly stepped from my Herbology class when I was bombarded by a frantic looking Ron and Hermione. They stumble over their words, struggling to put together coherent sentences, until Hermione takes a deep breath and hushes Ron.

    "Em, we need to tell you something." She finally says, solemnly. 

    "Well, yes, what is it?" I ask, frantic due to their uneasy demeanor. 

    "We, Harry, Ronald, and I, went on a um...adventure the other night."

    "Yes?"

    "An, adventure, that nearly ended in Harry and Ronald's deaths..." She trails off. 

    "WHAT?" I panic and rush over to Ron. I check him for any major injuries and anything that could harm him later, he enjoys the attention. After seeing that he's perfectly fine I move on to Harry, but he's not there. "Where's Harry? Is he okay? I need to find him, now!" I start pacing. 

    "He's currently unconscious in the Hospital wing, that's why he wasn't at the quidditch match the other day." Hermione replies calmly. 

"Okay, okay, thank you for telling me." I reply before sprinting to the wing. A cloud of worries and concerns fog my mind, not knowing what to expect or even the particulars to their "adventure". I enter the wing and hurry over to the boy with jet black hair and a lightning scar. 

"oh god, oh god." I mumble, sitting in a chair beside him and examining him. Large cuts scattered his body and his face was pale other than the specks of dust and dirt that had gathered on his skin. 

"Em?" He mutters, coming out of his sleep-like state. He groans after trying to sit up and I push him back down. 

"Bloody hell, Harold, never scare me like that again!" I scold, but quickly collapse in his arms to embrace him in a hug. He hugs me back and smiles widely. 

"I missed you." He chuckles. 

"I missed you too, though I only just learned about you." 

"Well, I'm happy for your short-lived distress." He smirks and I roll my eyes. 

"Okay, tell me everything!" I sit up a bit straighter as he dramatically tells me of his heroic actions, about the three headed dog and a trap door. Something about flying keys and a life size wizards chess set. Then he gets to a part that makes my stomach drop all the way to Romania. He fought Voldemort...again.

"ARE YOU BLOODY MAD HAROLD?" I shout, causing Madam Pomfrey to shush me.

"Once again...my name isn't Harold." Harold rolls his eyes. 

"Watch your sass level Harold," I say, pointing my finger at him, "Next time you decide to play a little with death, invite me so at least I can try to help you, instead of just not knowing anything about my little brother. Understand?"

"Yes ma'am." 

"Good." I nod, satisfied. Just as I'm about to tell Harry about his match against Ravenclaw, Dumbledore walks in.

"Excuse me Miss. Rosewood, but may I have a moment alone with Mr. Potter?" He smiles down at me. 

"Y-you know my name?" Not exactly the proper response, but the headmaster and I had never really talked, so I was a bit astonished at his knowing of me. 

"Of course, one could never ignore a master prankster such as yourself. May I just say that one you pulled on Professor Snape was one of the best ones I've seen since young mister Potter's father attended." He compliments, I feel my jaw drop to the floor.