Ms. Horned Serpent (Harry x Reader x Draco)

St. Mungo's Hospital

   "(y/n)! Breakfast's ready!" You heard Molly Weasley call. You got out of the bed, and trailed downstairs. In the kitchen you found the Weasley, who all looked very tired, Harry, Sirius and Molly, who where serving everyone at the table.
   "Morning." You said, grabbing a plate and sitting down. You shoved food into your mouth, not quite awake.
   "(y/n), I am so thankful for you, if it weren't for you and Harry, they might have not found Arthur for hours." Molly praised, quickly turning away. After breakfast, everyone went to sleep, well except for you.
   You grabbed some of your books and made a nest on the living room, where you sat researching for the D.A. and your quidditch team.
   A couple hours into your research, you heard someone come down the stairs. Turning to see who, you spotted Harry. "Oh, I thought everyone was asleep." He said, walking into the living room.
   "It's okay." You said, he sat in a chair across the room. A awkward silence filled the room. "I don't think I ever apologized for Draco, for what he start after the game." You broke it.
   "Uh, it's okay." Harry said, looking at the floor.
   "No, it isn't. He acted like a git, and if I could, he would have apologized himself." You said. "But, no, Umbridge has to go and stop me. God I hate her."
   "Really? She actually stopped you? Since when did (y/n) let people push her around?" Harry laughed.
   "Since never, it's just as a slytherin perfect, I need to have good relationship with teachers, which means I can't openly disobey them.
   "What about the D.A.? Your disobeying Umbridge then." He said.
   "Not openly." You said, making both you laugh. After a bit more, everyone started to wake up. Everyone's trunks arrived from Hogwarts while you were eating lunch, so that everyone could dress as Muggles for the trip to St. Mungo's. Everybody except Harry and You where riotously happy and talkative as they changed out of their robes into jeans and sweatshirts, and they greeted Tonks and Mad-Eye, who had turned up to escort them across London, gleefully laughing at the bowler hat Mad-Eye was wearing at an angle to conceal his magical eye and assuring him, truthfully, that Tonks, whose hair was short and bright pink again, would attract far less attention on the underground.

   After a trip, the group finally arrived at St. Mungo's. Witches and wizards in lime-green robes were walking up and down the rows, asking questions and making notes on clipboards like Umbridge. You noticed the emblem embroidered on their chests:a wand and bone, crossed.
   "Are they doctors?" Your heard Harry ask Ron.
   "Doctors?" said Ron, looking startled. "Those Muggle nutters that cut people up? Nah, they're Healers."
   "Over here!" called Mrs. Weasley over the renewed clanging of the warlock in the corner, and they followed her to the queue in front of a plump blonde witch seated at a desk marked inquiries.
   After a long wait. Mrs. Weasley moved forward to the desk."Hello," she said. "My husband, Arthur Weasley, was supposed to be moved to a different ward this morning, could you tell us — ?"
   "Arthur Weasley?" said the witch, running her finger down a long list in front of her. "Yes, first floor, second door on the right, Dai Llewellyn ward."
   "Thank you," said Mrs. Weasley. "Come on, you lot." Everyone followed through the double doors and along the narrow corridor beyond. Everyone climbed a flight of stairs and entered the "Creature-Induced Injuries" corridor, where the second door on the right bore the words "dangerous" dai llewellyn ward: serious bites.
   Underneath this was a card in a brass holder on which had been handwritten Healer-in-Charge: Hippocrates Smethwyck, Trainee Healer: Augustus Pye."We'll wait outside, Molly," Tonks said. "Arthur won't want too many visitors at once. . . . It ought to be just the family first." Mad-Eye growled his approval of this idea and set himself with his back against the corridor wall, his magical eye spinning in all directions.
   Harry drew back too, but Mrs. Weasley reached out a hand and pushed him through the door, saying, "Don't be silly, Harry, Arthur wants to thank you. . . ." The ward was small and rather dingy as the only window was narrow and set high in the wall facing the door. Most of the light came from more shining crystal bubbles clustered in the middle of the ceiling. There were only three patients. Mr. Weasley was occupying the bed at the far end of the ward beside the tiny window, who was propped by pillows reading a Daily Prophet by the solitary ray of sunlight falling onto his bed.
   He looked around as they walked toward him and, seeing whom it was, beamed. "Hello!" he called, throwing the Prophet aside. "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 cheek and looking anxiously into his face. "You're still looking a bit peaky. . . ."
   "I feel absolutely fine," said Mr. Weasley 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 six extra chairs appeared at his bedside to seat them all. "It seems there was some rather unusual 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 keep taking a Blood-Replenishing Potion every hour. But that fellow over there," he said, dropping his voice and nodding toward 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 room?"
   "It's two weeks till full moon," Mr. Weasley reminded her quietly. "They've been talking to him this morning, the Healers, you know, trying to persuade him he'll be able to lead 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.
   "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, Dad?" asked Fred, pulling his chair closer to the bed.
   "Well, you already know, don't you?" said Mr. Weasley, with a significant smile at you and Harry. "It's very simple — I'd had a very 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.
   "No, of course not," said Mr. Weasley, with a slightly bitter smile, "the Ministry wouldn't want everyone to know a dirty great serpent got —"
   "Arthur!" said Mrs. Weasley warningly. "— got — er — me," Mr. Weasley said hastily, though you were quite sure that was not what he had meant to say.
   "So where were you when it happened, Dad?" asked George.
   "That's my business," said Mr. Weasley, though with a small smile. He snatched up the Daily Prophet, shook it open again and said, "I was just reading about Willy Widdershins's arrest when you arrived. You know Willy turned out to be behind those regurgitating toilets last summer? One of his jinxes backfired, the toilet exploded, and they found him lying unconscious in the wreckage covered from head to foot in —"
   "When you say you were 'on duty,' " Fred interrupted in a low voice, "what were you doing?"
  "You heard your father," whispered Mrs. Weasley, "we are not discussing this here! Go on about Willy Widdershins, Arthur —"
   "Well, don't ask me how, but he actually got off on the toilet charge," said Mr. Weasley grimly. "I can only suppose gold changed hands —" "You were guarding it, weren't you?" said George quietly. "The weapon? The thing You-Know-Who's after?"
   "George, be quiet!" snapped Mrs. Weasley.
   "Anyway," said Mr. Weasley in a raised voice, "this time Willy's been caught selling biting doorknobs to Muggles, and I don't think he'll be able to worm his way out of it because according to this article, two Muggles have lost fingers and are now in St. Mungo's for emergency bone regrowth and memory modification. Just think of it, Muggles in St. Mungo's! I wonder which ward they're in?" And he looked eagerly around as though hoping to see a signpost.
   "Didn't you say You-Know-Who's got a snake, Harry?" asked Fred, looking at his father for a reaction. "A massive one? You saw it the night he returned, didn't you?"
   "That's enough," said Mrs. Weasley crossly. "Mad-Eye and Tonks are outside, Arthur, they want to come and see you. And you lot can wait outside," she added to her children, you and Harry. "You can come and say good-bye afterward. Go on. . . ." The group trooped back into the corridor.
   Mad-Eye and Tonks went in and closed the door of the ward behind them. Fred raised his eyebrows. "Fine," he said coolly, rummaging in his pockets, "be like that. Don't tell us anything."
   "Looking for these?" said George, holding out what looked like a tangle of flesh-colored string.
   "You read my mind," said Fred, grinning. "Let's see if St. Mungo's puts Imperturbable Charms on its ward doors, shall we?"
   He and George disentangled the string and separated five Extendable Ears from each other. Fred and George handed them around. Harry hesitated to take one. "Go on, Harry, take it! You saved Dad's life, if anyone's got the right to eavesdrop on him it's you. . . ."
   "You too, (y/n)!" Fred said, shoving one at you.
   "I'm good." You said, not taking it.
   "You already know about it, don't you?" Ginny questioned, as everyone went to eavesdrop.
   "No, I just don't wanna eavesdrop." You lied, remembering where it was hidden, the Department of Mysteries. "I'm going to find a vending machine." You said, walking away. Soon after, Molly found you and everyone the Hospital, although everyone looked whiter, like they heard something they weren't supposed to.