Flawed *EDITING* (Chronicles of Narnia & Harry Potter Crossover) (PeterxOC)

27- Prince Charming

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Chapter Inspiration:

- I See Fire ~ Ed Sheeran (Submitted by coolcat1002)

Like last time I passed out, I heard voices arguing above me. I felt something tight wrapped around my left arm. "Why was she even in there? Someone should've gone and got them out!" A voice hissed.

"Hey, I'm not the one who ran off into a marsh, taking four other people on a wild goose chase! I saved her life! In case you didn't notice, she would be dead right now had I not actually took the time and thought about someone other than myself!" A second voice shouted.

It hurt my ears and I groaned, my head still pounding. "Shut it you two! She's waking up!" A third voice reprimanded. Whoever it was, gained the attention of the two arguing. "Laurel? Laurel, can you hear me? How are you feeling?" A fourth voice asked me.

I rubbed my eyes and opened them, seeing blurry figures. Mrs. Weasley, the fourth voice, loomed over me holding a cloth to my forehead. Harry, looking angry, had his arms around a worried Eva. Ron, Ginny, and George sat in the corner, watching me as well.

"What happened?" I croaked, rubbing my pounding head. I tried to sit up, but then realized Fred was hovering over the back of the couch and watched as he pushed me back down. I studied his face and realized how pissed off he looked.  

"That depends. What do you remember?" He told me, sitting on the edge. I saw images, but my head hurt too much to put them in a sequence. I shook my head. "Please just tell me. My head hurts too much." Fred frowned and took off the cloth, feeling my forehead.

"Mum, make her some tea. She's on fire." Fred told Mrs. Weasley. She nodded and ran off, taking my lily petals with her. "Was that supposed to be funny?" I weakly joked. Fred grinned. Harry stepped forward and picked up my left arm. I cringed inwardly as he examined the wrapped arm. "How does it feel?"

I shrugged nonchalantly. "Alright." I squeaked. I cursed myself as I saw Harry pale. He took my cheeks in his hands and looked at me fiercely. "You are extremely dense sometimes, Laurel. You should've ran outside instead of staying in the house. Then Fred wouldn't have had to play Prince Charming."

I blushed, but maybe it was the heat. Mrs. Weasley came back with a cup of iced tea. I took it from her hands, making her protest. "Thank you Mrs. Weasley, but I'm perfectly capable of holding a cup." I protested lightly. She chuckled and put the dampened cloth over my forehead.

I sipped the cup and sighed. My body, which was feeling like I was wearing snow gear in August, instantly felt better. "Her color's comin' back." Ron commented. "You shouldn't have done it Laure." Eva whispered with shining eyes. I gave her a look.

"I'd much rather be where I am now than be watching you in my place. I don't regret it Ev." She shook her head and leaned into Harry. He was learning to be a great brother quickly. Feeling exhausted, I sunk back into the couch and fell into a deep sleep. 

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I walked along a corridor with Harry and Hermione. "You’re lucky you weren’t killed." She told us. Harry shook his head. "No, I was fine. We're lucky Laurel got out in time." I shot him a look. "You mean we're lucky Fred saved my life. Why is that so hard to accept?" He shook his head and ignored my question. I huffed and looked down at the ground. Was he just being a protective brother or did something happen between Fred and Harry while I was out?