For The Love of Pranks! I Love You!

To Save A Life.

Pain.

That's all I feel, surrounded by darkness. It's a creepy feeling...but it's also like floating. Slowly but surely I start to feel my senses coming back, but that also means more pain.

What the hell happened? Did I get knocked off my bloody broom again? I can't exactly remember, and I can't pinpoint the pain. It feels all over.

Slowly I can get my eyes to open, and it takes a while for things to come into focus. I notice I'm in the Hospital Wing, slowly I look to my right to see a ginger head sleeping awkwardly on the bed. Fred. I wonder how long he's been here.

I wonder how long I've been here..?

I steadily bring my arm up to run my hand through his hair, when my breath hitches due to a sharp pain coursing through my chest, I close my eyes tightly hoping the pain will pass quickly.

"You're awake!"

"So are you." I say with a small painful smile as I hear him chuckle slightly. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"Don't worry about me. How are you feeling? Do I need to go get a pain potion from Madam Pomfrey? Gimme a mo—"

"Fred. Take a breath. I'm fine, a little sore, but I don't want the potion. It'll make me sleep. Now what happened?" I ask pulling him back into his seat by his hand, he looks at me his eyes full of worry, so I smile again hoping to calm his nerves.

"I don't know what all happened. Hermione came in this morning telling us you and Ron were here because of some attack last night? I wasn't really paying attention." He says rubbing the back of his neck out of habit.

"My dad! Fred where's–" Cringing as I try to sit up, Fred gently pushing me back down. Just before I can say her name Hermione comes through the doors with a flustered Harry. "Hermione! Harry!"

"Evey! How are you feeling? Are you—"

"Don't worry about me! Where's Dad? What happened?!" They exchange looks making my worry grow even more.

"We ran into Dementors last night. I had ran after Sirius, I didn't know you were hurt. But anyways, someone saved us. With a full patronus, it drove the Dementors away. But now Sirius, he's–in one of the towers. Awaiting the guards from Azkaban." Harry explains, obviously not comfortable about the situation either.

"No! They can't! He's innocent! Can't Dumbledore—?"

"That's what we're doing now. I'm sorry, but you're too injured to come along. But I promise you, we'll save your dad."

"Y-you're sure?" I say, Fred rubbing his thumb across my knuckles in comfort.

"Dumbledore believes we can do it. Don't worry, you'll be the first to know."

I nod as we watch the both of them stand close together and Hermione take out a... Time Turner? No way! Suddenly they're disappearing from our sight.

"Wicked." Fred and I say at the same time, making us both laugh. Suddenly the door to the wing opens to reveal Hermione and Harry. "Blimey that's crazy." I mutter.

"How'd you two get over there? I was just talking to you over here..." Poor Ron, they mustn't have told him about the Time Turner. They just grin at him as the potion finally kicks in and he falls back asleep.

"We did it!" Harry says as he runs to my bedside, breathless. "Sirius, he left with Buckbeak. He said he'll be in contact with us!"

"That's absolutely great Harry! I don't think I could thank the two of you enough!" Harry just squeezes my hand with a big smile on his face.

"How are you feel—" Suddenly there's loud shouting coming from upstairs, I guess they just found Dad missing...

"—This has something to do with Potter and Black!" We hear Snape roar as the doors to the Hospital Wing burst open, Snape stomping in with Dumbledore and Fudge following.

"Out with it Potter! Black! What did you do?" He yells and we all are just wide eyed in shock, Madam P looks like she's about to throw him out.

"Snape, be reasonable. The door's been locked this whole time—" Fudge tries to bring reason only to be interrupted again.

"They helped him escape! I know it!" Snape exclaims while pointing at Harry and I.

"You're talking nonsense Severus! The girl has been injured for pete's sake!" Thank you Minister. I'm not just laying here coz I enjoy the hospital...

"The Minister is right Severus. This door has been locked since I left, and does Miss Black really look well enough for a rescue mission?"

Dumbledore explains calmly, while Snape seething, storms from the ward looking like the big bat he is. Fred and I exchange glances trying not to laugh at a seemingly serious conversation. Dumbledore and Fudge continue their conversation, as Madam P comes over checking my bandages causing me to flinch.

"I'm sorry dear. How bad is it?"

"Eh if I don't move it's tolerable. What all did I manage to break this time?" I say with a slight laugh but stop as it makes the pain a bit worse.

"Well, you've managed to break 3 ribs on your left side, 2 on your right. And dislocate your left shoulder. Hence all the pain to that side." Groaning a throw my head farther into my pillow as Fred rubs small circles on my hand calming me.

"How long will I be stuck here Madam P?" I look over to see her mixing up a potion and I scrunch my nose up in disgust, just knowing it's going to be a nasty taste.

"Well seeing as the year is ending, I can only keep you until about lunch tomorrow. I can increase the amount of Skelegrow I give you tonight to help your ribs, but you'll have to keep them wrapped for a bit once you go home."

"Alright. And my shoulder?"

"I believe you still have the sling from last time?" She says raising an eyebrow at me as I flash an innocent smile and nod. "Alright, just keep it in that for a couple of weeks and you should be fine. Now, drink up dear. And Mr. Weasley I believe it's almost curfew?" She says as she walks away to check on Ron's leg.

"Do you have to go?"

"You heard the lady. And anyways, I'll be by in the morning, but it's been a crazy past couple of days. You need some sleep." Fred says as he gets up, preparing to leave. I sigh with a pout causing him to laugh at me, gah how I love the sound.

"Drink up love."

Making me stick my tongue out at him as he kisses my forehead, starting to head out being watched by the overworked matron. I hold my breathe as I drink the potion, willing myself to keep the horrid concoction down and almost immediately the pain lessens and I can breath a bit easier soon going into the best sleep I've had in a long while.