Disclaimer: I own NOTHING but the plot. Lizzy owns Bonnie and J.K. Rowling
owns the Potter gang.
Harry Potter sat at breakfast at his school, Hogwarts. But on this supposedly normal morning, what Harry didn't know was that someone he loved very much was about to become deathly ill. Sitting there talking with his two best friends Ron and Hermione, Harry looked up as Hedwig, the owl Harry had had since his first year at Hogwarts, came fluttering in with an envelope from Mr. Weasley, Ron's father. Smiling because he thought part of the message was from his cousin Bonnie, he opened the envelope. But as he read on, his smile faded.
Harry, Bonnie is extremely sick. At first, your aunt Molly and I tried to pass it off, but she's not getting better, she's getting worse. Harry, I knew that you would want to know, so in case you want to, so I'm giving you two days to ask Dumbledore for permission to leave, pack, and get here. TWO DAYS Harry, no more. We also decided to take her to a muggle hospital because I looked up Bonnie's symptoms in a witch and wizard medical book, but couldn't find anything. I'll let you tell Ron and Hermione.
Uncle Arthur Hermione, who was in front of Harry, saw him look like he had swallowed a bug. "Harry, what's wrong?"
"It's Bonnie." Ron joined in the conversation now. During the summer, both Harry and Bonnie lived with him. "What about Bonnie?"
"She's sick."
"Is she okay?"
"Apparently not. Listen, I need you two to stay here and tell me if anything funny happens with Draco."
"What are you going to do?" Hermione asked curiously.
"I'm going to ask Dumbledore if I can leave early."
"Harry, the Christmas holidays are only three days away..."
"I only have two days, Hermione..."
"Oh."
"Harry," Ron asked, "tell her I said hello."
Harry smiled. Ron cared for Bonnie. In fact, he often called her his sister. "I'll do better than that, Ron. I'll tell her you love her."
Ron smiled.
"See you, guys." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---- Harry went to Professor Dumbledore and sure enough, the next day, he was heading home with Mr. Weasley. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally made it to the Burrow. Immediately, he looked around for Bonnie. He said hello to Mrs. Weasley, then went straight to Bonnie after seeing her sleeping on the couch. He struggled on whether or not to wake her, and decided against it. But sure enough, he didn't have to. Bonnie woke up two minutes later.
"Harry?"
"Bonnie?"
"Did you come home early?"
"Yeah, sweethart, I did."
"How long have you been here?"
"About three minutes."
Bonnie smiled.
Harry, seeing how weak she was, said, "Bonnie, we need to go to the hospital."
"Why?"
"You're really sick, sweethart. Do you remember the hospital you stayed at when you got your tonsils taken out?"
"Yeah."
"I think that's where we need to go."
"Daddy won't be there this time, will he?"
"No."
"Okay."
"Wow, you really are sick!"
"Harry!"
"Okay, okay, I'll stop."
"Thanks."
"We need to go."
"Now?"
"Yes, now." ---------------------------------------------------- The journey to the Children's Hospital in Surrey was a long one. But soon after they got there, Bonnie was with a doctor. Bonnie was in a hospital bed, just to be safe. When Dr. Andrews came back, he didn't look well at all.
"I'm afraid Bonnie is a lot sicker than we originally thought. I was hoping against hope that I wasn't going to have to say this, but..."
"What is it, doctor?"
Dr. Andrews sighed and said, "Bonnie has malaria."
Harry Potter sat at breakfast at his school, Hogwarts. But on this supposedly normal morning, what Harry didn't know was that someone he loved very much was about to become deathly ill. Sitting there talking with his two best friends Ron and Hermione, Harry looked up as Hedwig, the owl Harry had had since his first year at Hogwarts, came fluttering in with an envelope from Mr. Weasley, Ron's father. Smiling because he thought part of the message was from his cousin Bonnie, he opened the envelope. But as he read on, his smile faded.
Harry, Bonnie is extremely sick. At first, your aunt Molly and I tried to pass it off, but she's not getting better, she's getting worse. Harry, I knew that you would want to know, so in case you want to, so I'm giving you two days to ask Dumbledore for permission to leave, pack, and get here. TWO DAYS Harry, no more. We also decided to take her to a muggle hospital because I looked up Bonnie's symptoms in a witch and wizard medical book, but couldn't find anything. I'll let you tell Ron and Hermione.
Uncle Arthur Hermione, who was in front of Harry, saw him look like he had swallowed a bug. "Harry, what's wrong?"
"It's Bonnie." Ron joined in the conversation now. During the summer, both Harry and Bonnie lived with him. "What about Bonnie?"
"She's sick."
"Is she okay?"
"Apparently not. Listen, I need you two to stay here and tell me if anything funny happens with Draco."
"What are you going to do?" Hermione asked curiously.
"I'm going to ask Dumbledore if I can leave early."
"Harry, the Christmas holidays are only three days away..."
"I only have two days, Hermione..."
"Oh."
"Harry," Ron asked, "tell her I said hello."
Harry smiled. Ron cared for Bonnie. In fact, he often called her his sister. "I'll do better than that, Ron. I'll tell her you love her."
Ron smiled.
"See you, guys." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---- Harry went to Professor Dumbledore and sure enough, the next day, he was heading home with Mr. Weasley. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally made it to the Burrow. Immediately, he looked around for Bonnie. He said hello to Mrs. Weasley, then went straight to Bonnie after seeing her sleeping on the couch. He struggled on whether or not to wake her, and decided against it. But sure enough, he didn't have to. Bonnie woke up two minutes later.
"Harry?"
"Bonnie?"
"Did you come home early?"
"Yeah, sweethart, I did."
"How long have you been here?"
"About three minutes."
Bonnie smiled.
Harry, seeing how weak she was, said, "Bonnie, we need to go to the hospital."
"Why?"
"You're really sick, sweethart. Do you remember the hospital you stayed at when you got your tonsils taken out?"
"Yeah."
"I think that's where we need to go."
"Daddy won't be there this time, will he?"
"No."
"Okay."
"Wow, you really are sick!"
"Harry!"
"Okay, okay, I'll stop."
"Thanks."
"We need to go."
"Now?"
"Yes, now." ---------------------------------------------------- The journey to the Children's Hospital in Surrey was a long one. But soon after they got there, Bonnie was with a doctor. Bonnie was in a hospital bed, just to be safe. When Dr. Andrews came back, he didn't look well at all.
"I'm afraid Bonnie is a lot sicker than we originally thought. I was hoping against hope that I wasn't going to have to say this, but..."
"What is it, doctor?"
Dr. Andrews sighed and said, "Bonnie has malaria."