"Come on Hermione, help me lift him up!" Petunia said, pulling one of Ron's arms over her shoulders and pulling. Hermione grabbed the other one and pulling him up as well.
"Where should we take him?" Asked Hermione, "there is no way he could fly in this state."
Petunia had an idea. "Don't they use smelling salts to wake people up after being knocked out?" Asked Petunia. Hermione nodded, catching her train of thought.
They hauled Ron over to the troll room, dumping him off and waving the smell into his nose. It barely took five minutes before he was up and gagging.
"Where the Bloody hell am I?" He asked, brain foggy.
"Doesn't matter, Harry's in trouble and we need to go grab Dumbledore pronto." Petunia said, heaving him up and rushing him out of the room. As soon as she said the words "Harry's in trouble" he was running along with them through the chest board room and was the first one on a broom when they entered the bird room.
"Come on! Let's go!" Ron shouted from above. "Go go go!" Hermione threw one to Petunia and the cast off down the narrow passageway as quickly as the brooms could go. They zoomed past the Devil's Snare and up through the small hole by Fluffy's feet.
"I forgot about the three heads!" Shouted Ron as they scattered, all of Fluffy's heads snapping in their directions. "Come over here and throw the brooms at him!"
They followed Ron's orders and quickly made their way out, not before one nipped Petunia's leg though.
"Oh crap!" She groaned, looking down at her foot. Thankfully her shoe took most of the damage or else she wouldn't have one, but it still was bleeding profusely.
"Bloody hell." Ron swore. "Okay, Hermione go to the owlery and send Hedwig to Dumbledore, I'll get Petunia up to Madam Pomfrey." Ron commanded, Hermione slipping off.
"Look at you, being all bossy." Snickered Petunia. "It's finally come of use."
"Oh shove off." Ron told her, helping her down the stairs.
"Oh my god, you have a crush on Hermione!" Petunia gasped, which immediately lead to Ron covering her mouth.
"Shut up! No I do not!" He said, ears going red. Petunia continued to giggle over her brother's little crush.
"Oh look at who has a lil itty-bitty bitty crush." She said in a baby voice, smacking his hand away from her mouth. "This is the best blackmail." Ron's eyes flashed.
"If you tell a soul I will tell mum and dad about Brett, yes I remember that little song you wrote!" He remarked, watching her smile slip.
"Fine, you don't tell anybody and I don't tell anybody." She said as they stopped in front of the hospital wing.
"Deal." They shook hands before Petunia was hauled inside.
"Oh my good Heavens! What happened to you!" Madam Pomfrey gushed, pulling Petunia from Ron and onto a bed.
"Oh, just that dog on the third floor." Petunia winced as her shoe and sock were pulled off aggressively.
"Why were you on the third floor?" Asked Pomfrey, taking her mind off of Petunia's bloody foot for a second to sick her with a dark glare.
"Saving the Sorcerer's Stone. Somebody planned on stealing it and got pass all the obstacles so we chased them down. But only Harry could get through the last one so I don't know who did it yet. That's why Hermione's gone off to owl Dumbledore." She said nonchalantly.
Madam Pomfrey just shook her head, not believing a word that Petunia had just uttered.
"Here, drink this." She told her, holding out a purple mixture. "It'll heal up this wounds but you'll be asleep for a few hours. So I suggest Mr.Weasley leaving." She said, ushering Ron out. Petunia tipped back her head and pure the mixture down her that without tasting it. Instantly her eyelids began to droop and she drifted off.
