The Last Battle

Chapter 11

"Bloody hell!" George exclaims while reading the Daily Prophet.

"George!" Mrs Weasley scolds from the other end of the table.

"No Mum, look! Harry, Ron and Hermione were at the Ministry yesterday!" George pushes the newspaper across the table.

Biting my lip, I feel guilty for not letting them know.

"Did you see anything while you were there Maisey?" Fred asks, taking bite out of his toast.

"Don't hate. I saw Ron and Harry, Hermione was down with Umbridge apparently."

"What? Why didn't you tell us?" Mrs Weasley jumps up, a fretful expression on her face. She drops the Daily Prophet to the side, "I would have liked to know that my son was ok!"

"I'm sorry Mrs Weasley, it slipped my mind. Honestly, it was such a rush, I barely got a chance to talk to them much."

"At least you talked to them!" Mrs Weasley raises her voice, a glare forming.

"Uh oh." George takes my hand under the table and gives it a reassuring squeeze. Things were going to getting hectic, a Mrs Weasley rage was coming on.

"They've been gone for weeks! No letters! No word! No anything! I'm worried sick about the three of them! You saw them yesterday and don't even think to tell me they're alive!" Mrs Weasley scolds, stomping out of the kitchen.

"Don't worry about her, she's just scared." Fred says, sipping at his coffee.

"I should have told you all, I'm sorry. I don't know how I forgot! I mentioned it to Ginny because of Harry and all, but after that it slipped my mind."

"It's alright." George smiles slightly.

"What time do you have to leave Maisey?" Fred asks.

I check the clock beside the Weasley Clock, "Now!" I exclaim, jumping from my seat and putting my dishes in the sink that was already cleaning plates.

"Good luck!" The twins chorus.

I smile and quickly peck George on the lips, "Bye!" I hurry out of the house, walk out of the protective charm barriers and apparate to St Mungos.

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"Bandage it tightly to support the bone. I'll administer the antidote." The healer, Marigold, instructs.

I do as she says and clip the bandage together, "Now what?"

"Elevate his leg under those cushions." Marigold points to the pile of cushions at the end of the bed. I carefully raise the man's injured leg and pile them under it.

"Now Maia. Take a good look at our patient and see if you can tell me what happened to him. You're welcome to get closer to see his wounds.

I look over his body, broken leg, fractured arm, deep scratches over his stomach and face and a bump to the head. "I think-"

"Don't think. Know." Marigold cuts in.

"He has bone damage and a bump on his head which would suggest a strong blow to them, or some kind of force, so maybe a fall from something high, he has cuts over his stomach and face meaning he fell into something sharp. He fell from his broom, fifteen feet high possibly, hit his head when he hit the ground which was a field of prickles or vines?"

Marigold smiles, "Well done, almost completely correct. Jonah Grey was playing Quidditch and was hit by a bludger in the head, he fell into his Mother's rose bush. Excellent work."

I smile and take the gloves off my hands, "Where to next?"

"This patient over here. He was bitten by a tarantula and has suffered a severe reaction from the poison. What antidote would you suggest?" She asks.

I take a close look at the patient; his lips are blue, his eyes are swollen and shut, he has bright red rashes over his arms and a puncture wound on his wrist which is a dark purple. I then move to the tray of different potions, in which one can apparently save him.

"None of these." I answer after reading all the vials.

Marigold smiles, "Indeed. What would you use then?"

"An anti-venom, pain killers and some antihistamine which is a muggle-"

"I know what antihistamine is, don't worry." She smiles.

"Oh, well then, that's all, and I would also suggest intense surveillance over the patient in case his symptoms worsen."

"Well done Maia! You definitely know a lot."

I blush, "Thank you."

"Actually I am going to speak to my boss about you. You could probably pass for an assistant healer rather than nurse. Even in the next few weeks you could be bumped up to the position." Marigold pauses and begins to pack up the medical equipment.

"This morning when I asked if you could make Skel-gro, you made it perfectly. No assitant nurse has ever done that before under my watch. I can't make any promises but I'm sure my boss will be very impressed."

I can't help but grin, "Thank you so much!"

She laughs softly, "You can go home now. I will send you an owl with my boss's answer."

I take off my white coat and hang it up on the hook in the corner, "Thank you Marigold. See you later!" I pick up my purse and walk out of the room. I must of definetely done something right!

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Thank you so much for letting me know they're alright! I'm so happy but jealous of you at the same time!

Hogwarts has changed. A lot. The Carrows are using the Cruciatus Curse on first years as a discipline! You have know idea how bad it is. The crying at night with all the little ones missing home, the injuries a lot of students have now from detentions. They make Umbridge look like an angel.

I can't say much, every owl is being intercepted.

Hopefully everyone is well.

xx

Even though she hadn't signed her name, I could tell by the handwriting that it was Ginny sending the letter. I frown and fold the letter back up. I actually thought Snape was a decent guy, but since he killed Dumbledore, sliced off George's ear and ruined Hogwarts, he's proven me wrong.

"You ok?" George's familiar, calming voice startles me from my door.

I nod, "Yeah, just thinking."

I hear him walk towards the chair I am sitting on and feel him drape his arms over my shoulders, "Seriously what's wrong, you have something on your mind."

I put down the envelope and turn around so face him, "Hogwarts...it's just different. The Carrows are torturing the students during detentions."

George shakes his head and sits down on my bed, "Bloody Snape."

I burst out laughing as an idea pops into my head, "Imagine if we snuck into Hogwarts and caused some havoc like we used to?"

George's face lights up for a split second but then seriousness clouds it, "It wouldn't be safe. Not with Snape Headmaster and Death Eaters as teachers."

"Oh come on! Since when have you been worried about danger. We'll conceal ourselves with a disillusionment charm. Fred can come too!" I jump from my chair and land on the bed next to him. "Live a little!"

George smirks, "Ok, I'm in, let's find Fred!"

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