Harry Potter and his sister Alison

Chapter 10

PLEASE READ THE AN AT THE END!!!

"Ali what!?" Harry yelled, causing Sarah to jump nearly a foot in the air.

"S-she's in the h-hospital w-wing and w-wants you t-to c-come see h-her." Sarah stuttered timidly, scared of her friend's brother's sudden outburst.

Hermione put a hand on the young girl's arm. "Sorry about that Sarah, he's just upset that's all. Now can you tell us what happened exactly?" She asks softly, trying to get the eleven year old to calm down a bit.

Sarah nodded her head a little and began to explain. "Well Ali was trying to work on her potion when Derrick-"

The moment Harry heard that foul boy's name he ran straight to the Hospital Wing way on the other side of the school without stopping. He didn't care how long of a run it was as long as he got to his sister faster.

Ignoring the fact that his lungs and legs felt like they were on fire, Harry burst into the Hospital Wing, scanning each and every bed for his sister. When he finally spotted her, he ran over and pulled her into a tight hug.

He pulled back almost a full minute later and instantly began to bombard her with questions. "Are you okay? What happened? You're not hurt are you? Where's Derrick? When I get my hands on him I'm gonna-"

"Mr. Potter!" Madame Pomfrey snapped. "You are here for one purpose, and one purpose only. And that is; to comfort your sister and keep her still while I fix her arm."

"Fix her arm? What do you-" That's when he got a glimpse of the boil on Alison's arm. His eyes widened to the size of saucers. "What is that!?"

"The Bleeding Boil curse." The nurse explained. "The Ministry outlawed it years ago when the pranks it was used for went out of hand."

That's when Harry got the angriest Alison had ever seen him.

"DERRICK USED THE BLEEDING BOIL CURSE ON MY BABY SISTER!?"

Madame Pomfrey looked like she was about to explode with rage so Alison put her hands on her brother's cheeks then forced him to look at her.

"Harry look at me. I'm okay, really." She told him softly. "It really doesn't hurt that bad anymore and besides, I've had worse marks remember?"

Harry smiled just a little at Ali's bravery. He could tell that she was lying about it not hurting, she winced every time she moved her arm. But then he bit his bottom lip and his eyes glazed over as he remembered what she was talking about.

Flashback:

"I'm gonna get you!" Nine year old Harry called out as he chased his five year old sister around the back yard.

She squealed and tried to move her little legs faster. "No you're not! I'm too fast!"

Harry laughed and shook his head as he got closer and closer to her. "But I'm even faster!"

She squealed again and started laughing when he scooped her into his arms. "Hawy! Put me down!"

He smiled and kissed her cheek. "What's the magic word?"

She giggled. "Pwease?"

He chuckled a little and gently set her down then kissed her forehead before a small smirk slowly formed on his face. "Uh oh. Here come the tickle monster!" He said, holding up his hands and wiggles his fingers.