Harry's Twin - Book One // Complete // Editing

Alive And Recovering

I shake Ron for the fifth time in the past few seconds. I shake him again, looking nervously at the door my brother and Hermione disappeared through. I shake him once more.

I sigh half-heartedly. I change my position from crouching to kneeling. I throw my head back, cursing this stupid chess set for the situation I'm in now.

I shake Ron again, this time yelling at him. 'Ron! Ron, wake up please.'

He stirs slightly, twitching his hand. His eyes stay closed. I bite the inside of my cheek. What if I some how have to drag him up through the trap door and then to the hospital wing? I don't think I could handle that. What would Hermione do in this situation?

I look at Ron, before squeezing my eyes shut. An idea springs to my head and before I can second guess myself, I slap Ron. Hard.

His hand flies up to his face. His eyes begin to slowly open. 'Why?' he says weakly.

'It worked didn't it?' I use the same tone. 'I don't know why it worked, but it did.'

With one hand on his head, and the other one used as support, Ron props himself up on his elbow. He begins to ask questions, completely centred around what just happened.

I try to answer them, firing hurried words back. 'Ron, slow down! Yes, you did just completely destroy a giant chess set. Hermione and Harry went through that door. No, you are not dead!' I stop suddenly, looking around me. The chess pieces appeared to be fixing themselves, sealing their broken pieces back together. There's no doubt that it was in effort to prepare for the next battle they'd face. 'Ron, let's go,' I say, standing up. 'I don't want to get in another death match.'

'But, Hermione. Harry,' Ron says.

I agree reluctantly, but force Ron to the very edge of the room by the door. We stand in silence. Ron leans carefully against the wall, holding his head. I struggle to peer past the chess pieces to the door on the other side. Soon enough, I give up and lean against the door behind me. I close my eyes, hoping Harry and Hermione are okay.

Minutes tick by and I begin to pace. By this time, Ron has recovered some and is talking to me. I pace back and forth, making side comments here and there. I'm beginning to get anxious. When will they get back? I ask Ron if he's sure we can't just go. And then I remember the trap door. How can we get back up and through that? Maybe Hermione will know.

As if on cue, Hermione bursts through the door, shouting our names. I realise she can't see us, as she stops seemingly in the middle of the board.

'Hermione!' I call back. Ron doesn't say anything but looks relieved. As Hermione slips between the gaps in the chess pieces, his face falls. I ask the question that both of us are thinking - 'Where's Harry?'

'Harry's still through there. There were potions and riddles and Harry got through. He's gone on to face Snape!' 

Ron finally speaks up, 'You didn't go with him?'

Hermione shakes her head, reassuring us that he will be fine. 'He said we should get Ron up to the hospital wing. We'll use the brooms.'

Ron protests, claiming he's fine, but still follows Hermione through the door. I stay back for a second, glancing to the other side of the black and white board. Harry better be okay.

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'Out, out!' Madame Pomfrey commands, showing Ron to a bed. She didn't even ask why we were out so late.

Hermione and I back out of the room, waving to Ron as we go. Without a word, Hermione begins to run through the corridors. She flies up to the common room. As soon as we're there, she snatches up some parchment and a quill. After dipping her quill in nearby ink, she scrawls a message to Dumbledore, explaining what is happening and how we need him to come back as soon as possible. It's a hastily written note, but covers everything he needs to know.

We jump back through the portrait hole, running out of the main doors to the Owlery. It's a wonder we haven't been caught. I find Owen and give him the letter. After stroking him twice, I send him on his way. He soars smoothly through the night sky, seemingly knowing that this is important. After watching him for a moment, we step outside again.

'What now?' I ask.

Hermione opens her mouth, but doesn't say anything. After a short time, she closes it. She opens it again, this time admitting she doesn't know what to do. We stand for a while, trying to figure out our next move. We eventually decided to try and get back to Ron. Half-way to the hospital wing, we realise it's a lost cause. Madame Pomfrey would never let us in to visit at this hour.

We trudge to the common room instead. Once inside, I sink into the sofa, while Hermione takes an armchair. We vow to each other we won't fall asleep. I stare into the fire, hoping Harry's okay.

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Hours later, I'm woken up. One of the Weasley twin's faces is hanging over mine. 'Big night?' he teases. I sit up, allowing him to sit next to me. As I begin to wake properly, I realise it's George.

'You have no idea,' I sigh. I yawn, stretching slowly. Suddenly, memories flood into my mind. I need to find Harry! 'I'm sorry, I need to go,' I grimace apologetically. George shrugs and stands up. He walks over to his friend Lee, leaving me to panic.

'Hermione, wake up!' I shake her, reminding me of how I tried to bring Ron back to consciousness last night. 'Hermione, we need to see Ron, and we need to find Harry.'

Hermione wakes, and as she does, panic spreads over her face. 'We need to go now!' she springs up.

We race to the Hospital wing, and upon entering we find both Harry and Ron. Ron is standing from his bed as Madame Pomfrey bustles away with medicine. Hermione and I quickly move to Ron's bed. After a short-lived greeting, I throw my arms around him.

'I'm so glad you're all right!' I say, pulling away. He smiles warmly, before looking over to Hermione. They share a brief exchange of hello's before Ron turns back to me. 'How is Harry?' I question, walking over to him.

'I think he's okay,' Ron says. I can tell he's lying and call him out. 'Okay, okay,' he winces. 'They said stopping Quirrell almost killed him. But he's alive and recovering. He'll probably be there for a few days though.'

I nod slowly, before picking up on his words. Hermione does, too. 'Quirrell?' she whispers from behind me.

Ron confirms, apparently just as confused as we are. Wasn't Snape supposed to be there? Who would think that stuttering Quirrell would have the confidence to go after the stone? After sitting with Harry for a few minutes, we're yet again bustled out of the Hospital Wing. 

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hey guys! Sorry this is kinda short but I just wanted to get it done. This book will be done asap and then it will go under major editing. I'm quite excited to see the end result (and to erase the cringey writing from when I was 12)! 

Another chapter coming soon. Please comment and vote on this one if you think it deserves one x