A/N: Yes, I know I'm on a short one-shot streak, but I think that they wouldn't work well long. I hope you like it! ;D

Disclaimer: O-nay E-may Own-ay His-tay. (Pig Latin.)


Quill

One moment he was flying through the air, diving for the animagus; the next there was a tree falling down onto him and the fox's fur was slipping through his fingertips. He started to black out, but not before he heard a triumphant yell – Harry's, he thought. There was a rush of footsteps in his direction before he could feel no more.

His world was suddenly really bright, he realized. He groaned and blinked, stretching his arms. He went to sit up, but realized he couldn't move his right leg properly. Before he could do any more, there was a shriek and a pair of arms hugged him tight.

"Ron!" Hermione shrieked. Ron looked at his surroundings, a bit surprised to find himself in St. Mungo's. Behind Hermione were Ginny and Mrs. Weasley, discussing something rapidly, while Harry slept in a chair beside them.

"What happened? Did they catch him?" Ron asked. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, they got him. And a tree fell on your leg…" she whispered in his ear, as Mrs. Weasley got up.

"Ronald! Are you feeling okay?" she asked.

"Mum…" Ron groaned.

"I've always said that being an Auror was dangerous, but do you boys listen...?" Mrs. Weasley sighed. Ginny stifled a giggle while she woke Harry up. Ron looked down the end of his bed, grimacing when he saw his leg. It was bent, a bit unnaturally, in several directions.

Ron gasped. Some painkilling potion must have worn off, for his leg began to throb in pain. It felt like it was being attacked by a quill – or rather several hundred quills. And not the feather part of a quill, either.

He turned to Harry, his face twisted in pain.

"Exactly how big was this tree that fell on me, again?"