Age of Mischief ~ George Weasley [Harry Potter] Fanfic

A family?

****Bethany's point of view****

I was deep in thought when we got to Mr Weasley's ward. I was thinking about what George had said about being a family. It made me really upset, I don't know why though. We went into the ward and Fred was laughing. Like a lot. I snapped out of my trance and started laughing with Fred because it was too contagious. We walked into the ward and I immediately spotted Mr Weasley. His red hair stood out from all of the other patients, and there was a window by his bed.

"Hello family!" He called and I looked behind me at Alastor and Tonks.

"We don't want to interrupt. This is a family thing." Thinks explained. I immediately ducked back. Of course it is a family thing! Who am I to interrupt? Harry dropped back with me, and we stood at the entrance awkwardly. Mrs Weasley smiled at us and pulled us into the ward again.

"Don't be silly, Arthur wants to thank you!" She said warmly. I smiled and walked along with her. We all took a seat and talked with Mr Weasley.

"Hello!" Mr Weasley said again as we get nearer. "Bill just left, Molly, had to get back to work, but he says he'll drop in on you later."

"How are you, Arthur?" Asked Mrs Weasley, bending down to kiss his cheeck and looking anxiously into his face. "You're still looking a bit peaky."

"I'm absolutely fine," Mr Weasley replied brightly, holding out his good arm to give Ginny a hug. "If they could only take the bandages off, I'd be fit to go home."

""Why can't they take them off, Dad?" Asked Fred.

"Well, I start bleeding like mad every time they try," Said Mr Weasley cheerfully, reaching across for his wand, which lay on his bedside cabinet, and waving it so that seven extra chairs appeared at his bedside to seat them all. "It seems there was some rather unususal kind of poison in that snake's fangs that keeps wounds open. They're sure they'll find an antidote, though; they say they've had much worse cases than mine, and in the meantime, I just have to take a Blood-Replenishing potion every hour. But that fellow over there," He said, dropping his voice and nodding towards the bed opposite in which a man lay looking green and sickly and staring at the ceiling. "Bitten by a werewolf , poor chap. No cure at all."

"A werewolf?" Whispered Mrs Weasley, looking alarmed. "Is he safe in a public ward? Shouldn't he be in a private ward?" I frowned and made a noise of indignation. George looked at me and took my hand. I looked down at our hands and scowled.

"It's two weeks until the full moon," Mr Weasley reminded her quietly, looking at me. "They have been talking to him, this morning, the Healers, you know, trying to persuade him he will be able to live an almost normal life. I said to him - didn't mention names, of course - but I said I knew a werewolf personally, very nice man, who finds the condition quite easy to manage. "

"What did he say?" Asked George.

"He said he'd give me another bite if I didn't shut up," said Mr Weasley sadly. "And that woman over there ," he indicated the only other occupied bed, which was right beside the door, "won't tell the Healers what bit her, which makes us all think it must have been something she was handling illegally. Whatever it was took a real chunk out of her leg, very nasty smell when they take off the dressings."

"So, you going to tell us what happened?" Asked Fred.

"Well, you already know don't you?" Replied Mr Weasley, smiling at Harry and I. I smiled back, but not my usual smile. "Its very simple - I'd had a long day, dozed off , got sneaked up on and bitten."

"Is it in the prophet, you being attacked?" Asked Fred, indicating the newspaper Mr Weasley had cast aside. I laughed bitterly.

"Of course not. The ministry wouldn't want everyone to know a dirty great serpent got -"