The Lost Potter-Draco Malfoy

Chapter 45 ✔️

Charlotte-

I snuck in a power nap, right before our visit to Mr. Weasley, thankfully he was okay, but I was not. I was still wearing my school robes, and my suitcase, was barley filled. I wondered why Dumbledore had even bothered sending it. 

"How come everyone else's trunks are full? I only have like three shirts in my trunk!" I muttered, as I came downstairs, and sank into my seat next to Peter

"Did you finish packing?" He asked, "Everyone else did."

"Oh, I completely forgot! I got distracted." I signed, covering my face with my hands. "I'm going to go borrow something from Ginny's. Out of all the things to forget I forget this." 

I stood up, shrugging my robe off and throwing it over my shoulder before starting my climb up the stairs. 

"Distracted by someone, Charlotte?" Peter asked, not even bothering to hide the teasing note in his voice.

"What?" I asked, my head whipping around so fast, I almost slipped down the stairs.  

"Distracted? Like from your friends Lavender or Parvati?" He asked, smirking, but I swear he meant someone else. 

"Oh...yeah. Lavender needs me. I better go!" I shouted, deciding to run up the rest of the stairs, Peter's laugh following me the rest of the way up.  

I knocked on Ginny's door, and didn't enter until I heard her shout, 'come in,' 

"Ginny, you think I can borrow some trouser and a jumper?" I asked, Ginny sat on the floor with just a bra and jeans on, her trunk half open, and clothes everywhere. Stepping over a shirt, I jumped on her bed and landed on her blanket. 

"Yes, did you not pack any good ones?" She pulled out a large green jumper that was probably one of her brothers and shrugged it on. 

"Or any at all. My bag is completely empty, expect for a few bras, and maybe one or two summer shirts." 

Ginny chuckled, and handed me a dark blue jumper, and a pair of blue jeans. I moved off the bed, and onto a small corner of the room, where Ginny's clothes weren't. I felt relieved, finally being able to change out of my robes, I had been sleeping in all day. The jeans were a little tight, but I didn't care. 

I thanked Ginny, and walked out, finally ready to head to Saint Mungo's. 

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"Hello!" Mr. Weasley shouted as we entered his hospital room. He shared it with a few other people, who didn't seem as cheery as he was. 

"Bill just left Molly. He had to get back to work, but he says he'll drop in on you later."

"How are you, Arthur? You're still looking a bit peaky." Mrs. Weasley said, as she bent down and kissed him on the cheek before studying his face.

"I feel absolutely fine," Mr. Weasley said, as he tried to hug Ginny with one arm.

"If they could only take the bandages off, I'd be fit to go home." Mr. Weasley signed.

"Well, I start bleeding like mad every time they try. It seems there was some rather unusual kind of poison in that snake's fangs that keeps wounds open. They're sure they'll find an antidote, though; they say they've had much worse cases than mine, and in the meantime, I just have to keep taking a Blood-Replenishing Potion every hour. But that fellow over there. Bitten by a werewolf, poor chap. No cure at all." Mr. Weasley had summoned seven more chairs for them and put his wand on the bedside table.

"A werewolf? Is he safe in a public ward? Shouldn't he be in a private room?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"It's two weeks till the full moon. They've been talking to him this morning, the Healers, you know, trying to persuade him he'll be able to lead an almost normal life. I said to him - didn't mention names, of course - but I said I knew a werewolf personally, a very nice man, who finds the condition quite easy to manage." Mr. Weasley said, cheerfully.

"What did he say?" George asked.

"Said he'd give me another bite if I didn't shut up. And that woman over there," he showed the only other occupied bed, which was right beside the door.

"Won't tell the Healers what bit her, which makes us all think it must have been something she was handling illegally. Whatever it was took a real chunk out of her leg, a very nasty smell when they take off the dressings."

The Weasleys asked their father more questions about how he was attacked, but Mr. Weasley tried to avoid the answers but smiled brightly at Harry. Soon we were kicked out of the room for bothering him to much. 

"Fine, be like that. Don't tell us anything." Fred said after they shut the door in his face. He searched for something in his pockets but couldn't seem to find them. 

"Looking for these?" George smirked, taking out just what his brother was looking for, extendable ears. 

"You read my mind. Let's see if St. Mungo puts Imperturbable Charms on its ward doors, shall we?" Fred grinned.

"Can we ever leave them to have a private conversation?" I asked as he handed me one.

"I'm offended you would even think that, Charlotte! Of course we can!" Fred said, making me chuckle. Harry hesitated, staring at the ear Fred was trying to hand him.

"Go on Harry, take it! You saved Dad's life. If anyone's got the right to eavesdrop on him, it's you!" Fred explained, Harry didn't look to convinced but took it anyway.

Soon Fred was shoving the ears through the bottom of the door, "Okay, go!" Fred said. 

"... they searched the whole area but couldn't find the snake anywhere. It just seems to have vanished after it attacked you, Arthur... but You-Know-Who can't have expected a snake to get in, can he?" They heard Tonks say.

"I reckon he sent it as a lookout, 'cause he's not had any luck so far, has he? No, I reckon he's trying to get a clearer picture of what he's facing and if Arthur hadn't been there, the beast would've had a lot more time to look around. So, Potter says he saw it all happen?" Moody said.

"Yes, you know, Dumbledore seems almost to have been waiting for Harry to see something like this." Mrs. Weasley said.

"Yeah, well, there's something funny about the Potter kid, we all know that," Mad-eye said.

"Dumbledore seemed worried about Harry when I spoke to him this morning. He told his parents too," whispered Mrs. Weasley.

"Course he's worried! The boy's seeing things from inside You-Know-Who's snake. Obviously, Potter doesn't realize what that means, but if You-Know-Who's possessing him —" Harry jumped, yanking the cord so hard the wire almost snapped.

No one spoke. The others stared at Harry, mouths gaping, all of them expect me. We didn't speak, not until we heard a pair of footsteps coming down the hall. 

"What are you lot doing waiting out here?" Mum asked, I had almost forgot she worked at Saint Mungo's. Her uniform was pressed neatly, her hat was sitting perfectly on her head. The very picture of a Saint Mungo's doctor.

"We were kicked out! The twins ask too many questions." I said, pointing at them.

"Harry, are you okay? You look pale." Mum touched Harry's cheek, his face still looking a mixture of shocked and afraid. 

"Tired." He mumbled. 

"Okay, I'll tell Mrs. Weasley you guys need to go home. You look horrible." Mum said, she patted him on the cheek, before entering Mr. Weasley's room, and leaving Harry and I in the Weasley's shock.