SPARKS FLY | fred weasley x oc | YEAR 3

chapter 12- the time turner

I ducked as we lowered into the tunnel beneath the flimsy house. I opted to join Hermione at the front of the group as Harry and Sirius helped Ron hobble along. Lupin, Snape, and the rat man trailed behind, a yelp escaping him every few minutes as Lupin would raise his wand and threaten him. "Are you sure we should be helping him?" I leaned in to Hermione.

"I'm not." She sighed. "But Harry...he seems already sort of...attached. I'm hoping Dumbledor has a much better solution."

The light of dusk came into view as we crawled out beneath the tree. It was oddly still, but I didn't pay much attention with Ron sitting on a root and groaning about his leg. Hermione and I sat next to him, Harry standing as he watched Sirius looking at the castle.

"Go." Hermione said softly.

"You alright, Ron?" I ask as I grimace at the soiled bandage around his shin.

"It's so painful. They might have to chop it." He answered sarcastically. I only rolled my eyes and leaned on the tree beside him. It was quiet for a moment; Harry and Sirius talking, the three of us sitting in silence by the tree, Lupin and Snape constantly shushing Pettigrew. An odd strangled sound came from behind us, and I turned to see Lupin's head tilted back and one of his hands clutching his chest.

"Hermione, what's happening? Is he hurt?" I asked frantically. Sirius and Harry both looked back, Sirius dashing to his friend's side. He began muttering something about fighting something, but fell silent as Lupin threw his head back and looked at the moon. The full moon. His face quickly distorted, his teeth being replaced with fangs and his chest heaving. We all seemed to realize what was happening at the same time. Pettigrew turned to us, smiled sickly, and melted down to his rat form, escaping. I looked up to see a werewolf and a black dog fighting. Snape lunged in front of us as the two friends fought, soon retreating to the forest.

"Potter!" Snape yelled as Harry chased after them. We all tried to follow Harry, but Snape continued to force us back.

"We have to go after him." Hermione protested.

"No, we have to get Weasley to the hospital wing. Maybe Potter will be lucky enough to survive." He spat as he placed Ron's arms over mine and Hermione's shoulders and led us towards the castle.

It felt like an eternity, practically dragging Ron up the hill past Hagrid's hut, across the bridge, and up the stairs to the hospital wing.

"There has to have been a better way to do this." I pant as we enter the infirmary and drop Ron onto a bed.

"What happened here?" Madam Pomfrey looked between us all for an answer.

"I found these 3 on the edge of the forest. It seems Weasley tripped over a root and scraped himself up. I thought it best to bring him here just to be sure he wouldn't slowly die from infection." Snape quickly lied. Hermione and I looked at him, stunned, before sharing a look. "I'll leave them in your capable hands." He swiveled on his heel and was off, cloak blowing behind him.

"Are you ladies alright?" She quickly asked.

"Oh, yeah, fine." I answered.

"Yes, it's just Ron."

"Alright, have a seat while I look things over." She instructed as she began pulling out various bottles and multiple rolls of fresh bandages. The three of us quietly sat on an empty bed as she meticulously wrapped Ron's leg, crossing the fabric in all different directions. She propped it up on a few pillows before walking over to us.

"You sure you're alright, dear?" She asked me. "That's some scrape on your forehead." I furrowed my brows as my hand reached up. My fingers ran over the rough patch of skin beside my left eye, causing me to wince.