I DO NOT OWN ANY OF J.K. ROWLING'S CHARACTERS, ONLY MY OC'S
IN THIS PART MY OC'S ARE NORA AND ANNAH
Chapter 1
Harry was walking with his friends to Hagrid's hut to check out one of his new pets. Hagrid had been as excited as ever and kept talking about it, but wouldn't say what animal it was. This probably because of his history with his pets being taken away and he didn't want to risk any Slytherin's hearing him and reporting the case to the Ministry and letting history repeat itself.
It's not fair," Hermione said when they were halfway down the path to his hut. "What isn't fair?" Ron responded to the messy-haired girl's statement. "That Hagrid doesn't get to keep his pets. I mean, Buckbeak was almost killed because of this world's crazy vendetta against him." Harry looked at her, "You do have a point. Well, at least the Slytherins have a vendetta against him. We had to go back in time to save him after Malfoy was 'almost killed' by him." The red-head looked at them both, "About that, what happened with you traveling back in time? I still don't get it."
Hermione continued talking to Ron, trying to explain what happened, but Harry had zoned out. He heard a noise and continued listening to it. He shushed them after a minute or two. "What's wrong?" His best friend asked. "Didn't you hear that?" Harry whispered. "No, what did you hear?" Hermione, in turn, asked to which Harry responded with: "A whimper or a scream... I don't know, but it was definitely a human noise." "Great observation. We were talking you know?" Ron said. "You know what I mean, Ron" Harry responded.
Harry slowly walked towards where he'd heard the noise from. Hermione let out a sigh, "I guess we're going on another adventure that could possibly get us killed." "Well, it's never happened, so I reckon we'll survive this one too," Harry said to the sarcastic remark that the girl had made. "Besides, I think that a whimper isn't something to be fretting about."
"Ron, you first." Harry said jokingly as he pushed his friend towards the bush. "What?" Ron stuttered. "Just kidding." Harry wore a big grin across his face and pushed the branches to the side. His grin quickly disappeared though, because of what he saw next.
There lay a young girl on the ground, her black and yellow robes making clear that she was a Hufflepuff, probably not older than twelve. Her knee was busted and bleeding and her dark brown curly hair was pushed brutally to the ground by her head.
"Oh shit," Harry exclaimed as he ran towards her. His breath hitched in his throat. "Hermione, check if she's still alive." He could just get out. "Harry..." Hermione said almost knowing for sure that they weren't going to like what she'd find out. "Just do it!"
"Not again..." He heard Ron make out. Ron was probably referring to Cedric Diggory's death this year. It was just a few weeks after the tragedy after all.
"It's Nora!" Hermione said, a tear streaming down her face. She couldn't get it together to check if Nora was actually breathing. "Nora?" Ron said, "Nora, the second-year girl that was too shy at first to ask you for directions to the library last week?" "Yes..." Harry took a step back, and hit something, or rather, someone. "Merlin!" Ron said as he saw who Harry had run into.
There was another girl, this time from the Slytherin house. The fear could be seen in her expression even if she lay still on the ground. This girl was definitely a first-year. Her short blonde locks swaying in the cold evening wind and big emerald eyes staring right at them.
"She looks frozen in fear," Ron said the obvious, but it gave Harry an idea. "That could be it."Harry thought. Now that he looked at the Hufflepuff's expression, she had her eyes shut tight. He turned to look at the blonde girl from before and said: "If you can hear us, move your eyes." Hermione had caught on and looked at the girl's face. In turn, the Slytherin moved her emerald orbs. "Thank Merlin!" Hermione exclaimed. "Is your friend petrified as well? Move your eyes if so." The girl felt a bit confused but knew that Nora was hit with the same spell, so again, her eyes moved. "Okay, okay." "They're actually petrified?" Ron asked, "Wow, I didn't know that my remark was literally right."
"Harry, Ron, please help me with taking them to the hospital wing." The Muggle witch said. "Can't you cast a levitation charm? Or make them lighter? I'm not that strong and Harry can't lift both of them alone" Ron said, obviously wanting to get out of having to carry the girls, especially the Slytherin which he eyed suspiciously. "Sorry guys, I didn't take my wand with me, and I take it you haven't either?" Harry felt around in his pockets. "Nope." Ron groaned, "You'll owe me a favor." He said jokingly to the blonde girl that was still on the ground, who rolled her eyes, which didn't have the same effect without the sassy look that most Slytherins were able to pull off flawlessly using their em style entire body, and lifted her up.
After they brought the girls up to the medical ward (Which took a lot of effort, seeing that Hufflepuff's like eating.) Madam Pomfrey was very angry but quickly started worrying about her new patients. "Don't you have a bit left of that Mandrake Draught you used on me in our second year?" Hermione asked, still worrying about the small children. "We don't know if this is the same petrification. Plus, we used up all of that potion on the children then. We also don't have a batch ready, I'll have to ask Pomona to tell me as soon as the Mandrakes have hit puberty." This didn't calm Hermione that much though.
Madam Pomfrey shooed them away so the patients could at least rest a bit. Harry and Ron were already walking to the door, but Hermione stopped and pressed a kiss to both girls' foreheads. After all, she knew how scary petrification was and how nice it was to feel cared for. She walked further and caught up with her friends. "We have to sleep now, otherwise we won't get a good score on that Potions test." She said while grinning, but when the boys didn't seem to look, she looked back.
When the other two didn't look, Ron looked back as well. He was trying to remain his manliness after all.
"Finally, Harry looked back. Not trying to hide it, which also gave the other two a reason to look back a second time. Worried expressions plastered their faces.
"I hope they'll get well soon." All three of them seemed to think.