Weasley Twins - A Fate You Can't Escape

Chapter 77 - Scarred

I wake up to silence.  I don't like it.  I keep my eyes closed for a moment, not wanting to wake up.  I have a feeling I would rather be asleep.

"Miss Taylor."  A voice all too familiar says.

"Shh, headmaster.  I'm sleeping."  I mumble, clenching my eyes closed even tighter.

"I'm afraid I can't let you."  He says with a chuckle.  "We have much to discuss."

"I don't want to."  I grumble, but open my eyes anyway. Dumbledore sits in the bedside chair, one hand folded over the other, which for some reason is tucked in the sleeve of his robe.

I look down at my body and wince. My right leg, both arms and hands, and a good potion of my torso is covered in gauzy white bandages. 

"How's Eric?"  I ask, looking at my hands.  I'm not in pain which is nice, but the fact that the burns are still covered worries me.  Burns are usually pretty easy to heal quickly.

"He is sleeping.  Far fewer burns, but the damage the smoke did on his lungs will need extensive treatment."

"And the fire?  Did it spread?" I recall the wild nature of the fiendfyre and shudder. I don't think it would have ever been satisfied.

"Unfortunately, yes. However, due to your message and the quick actions of the Order, there were no casualties." His words make me sigh in relief. "However, it does appear that your home was completely destroyed."

"Oh." I feel a heaviness in my chest. I hadn't even considered that. Everything I owned is gone. "Has anyone one found my owl?"

"I believe your owl sought out none other than Miss Weasley. He will be staying at the Hogwarts Owlery until you are settled in a new place." He reassures me. Owlexander is such a smart boy. He went straight to Ginny, knowing she'd take care of him.

"I'm going to have to buy a new broom." I sigh, leaning back against the stiff white pillow.

"That can wait. It will be about while before you can play anyway." Dumbledore spares me a sympathetic look and stands. "You did well today. Many lives were saved."

And with that, the old man leaves.

I'm not really sure if that discussion was important enough to wake me up. I would have heard all that eventually.

Once the hospital staff get word that I'm awake, a nurse comes in to check in on me.

"Good morning, Miss Taylor. How are you feeling?" The man sits the bed up, bringing me along for the ride. I guess I won't be going back to sleep.

"Fine. But there's probably some powerful painkiller responsible for that."

"That's probably true," he smiles, popping a thermometer in my mouth. It beeps and he checks it. "You still have a bit of a fever, so we can't let you go home until that clears up. We want to make sure nothing gets infected."

"Ew." I scrunch my nose in disgust.

"That's what your white blood cells would say." He dug around in one of the cabinets by the bed and pulls out a sterile little package. "Unfortunately that's what I'm going to need to check."

"Great." I groan, offering him my arm. He does his thing, quickly and easily drawing some blood for the tests.

"I'll send this off, and hopefully that fever of yours will come down soon." He drops the vial into a little bag and seals it. "You are able to eat, so if you would like to order something, there's a menu on the table her."

"Thanks. I'm starving." I hadn't realized it, but I am. "Also, how long have I been here?"

"Just overnight. Don't worry, you didn't miss a whole bunch." He smiles, showing me his dimples.