DOROTHEA {fred weasley}

forty seven

Two days before term was due to end, Fred and George Weasley were shaken awake by Professor Mcgonagall. The Professor was in her night robes, her face tired, as if she too had been abruptly awoken.

"Fucking hell," Fred said, shielding his eyes from the woman's wand in his face, pulling his duvet over his face. 

"Come on," she said, speaking harshly but with a sad expression, turning her wand to George's bed. "You need to come to the headmaster's office."

"What?" George said. "Why? What time is it?"

"What's going on?" Lee groaned, half awake. "Fucking hell!" He yelped, seeing Professor Mcgonagall at the end of his bed.

"Go back to sleep, Jordan. Come on, boys."

"Thought you were a ghost, professor," Lee mumbled, closing his eyes again.

Fred and George stared at each other, both panic-stricken, and followed the witch downstairs to where Ginny was sat uncertainly in the common room. The younger sibling stood up at the sight of her older brothers,  relieved at Fred and George's presence.

"What's happening?" Ginny asked quietly, sounding much younger than she was, pressing herself against Fred's side.

"We have to go to the headmaster's office," the professor repeated, sounding shaken. "Come on. Now."

"Why?" Fred demanded, putting an arm around Ginny. "Why isn't Ron here too?"

"Ronald is already there, Mr Weasley, now please, follow me."

The three followed Minerva with their wands out, lighting the way up to Professor Dumbledore's office. When they entered, Harry was sat opposite the headmaster, sweat on his forehead, with his head in his hands. Ron stood in the corner, confused and shaken, a flash of relief passing his face when he saw his siblings. 

"Harry," Ginny said suddenly. "What's happening?"

"Your father, working for the Order of the Phoenix, has been injured," Dumbledore said, answering for the boy. "He's been taken to St Mungos. You are going to Sirius' house, which is closer to the hospital than The Burrow. Your mother will meet you there."

"Okay," George nodded, not wanting to ask anymore questions or have any further conversation upon hearing that something had happened to his dad. He began heading towards the huge fireplace, dragging Ginny with him. 

"You will not be going by floo, Mr Weasley," Dumbledore said. "But by portkey, our floo networks are being monitored. "

A feather dropped from the huge bird on Albus' desk and he looked to Mcgonagall.

"Professor Umbridge knows you're out of bed... Minerva, go to her, make something up. Anything."

Mcgonagall nodded and swallowed, she quickly put a hand on Harry's shoulder and whispered, "well done, Potter," before briefly putting a comforting hand on Ginny's arm and hurrying out of the office. 

They landed in a dark corridor, Harry too, to the sound of crazed shouting, "blood traitors, mudblood lovers-"

"OUT!" A harsh voice shouted. 

Sirius Black approached the group, shouting at his elf and pushing him into a room, closing the door behind him. The man helped up Ginny first, making sure she was okay, before pulling his Godson into a tight hug. 

"Harry," he sighed. "Everybody okay? What's going on? I heard Arthur has been injured."

George nodded with his arms folded, glaring at the younger boy in front of him, "Ask Harry."