A/N: Here is the third chapter . . . enjoy. And review it if ya read it!
Disclaimer: I own nothing and JK Rowlings owns everything. (I'm trying to see if she'd give me the twins though. ;) )
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Harry sat up in his bed and look out into the hallway of the hospital. Mediwizards rushed by him frantically, paying him little notice.
As soon as Sirius made his dramatic entrance, the Death Eaters disapparated, leaving no trace of their ambush. Harry's pain in his scar slowly subsided, and now it was only a faint dull ache, just enough to be noticed. He shivered at the sheer force of the pain he had experienced earlier, and how it had brought him to his knees. It had never been so strong before. . .
After the Death Eaters left, Sirius transformed into human form. Using a portkey, he took them both to the nearest magical hospital. As Veronica was harmed by magic, there was nothing muggle doctors could do. Sirius held her limp body in his arms, and Harry followed close behind. He left at the front desk, promising to meet with Harry as soon as possible and changed back into dog form before anyone noticed him. He licked Harry on the hand, and bolted off into the night.
Upon seeing Veronica, the medics had whisked her away. Harry still had a strong headache, but other than feeling a bit dizzy, he was fine. The medics had left him in this room to lie down. But Harry was feeling too restless to relax. Millions of questions buzzed around in his head. Was Veronica all right? What had happened to her? Why had his scar hurt so much more than it ever had before? Did that mean Voldemort had been among the Death Eaters? Harry shivered even though he was in the warm hospital bed. The pain had been so strong…it could only mean that Voldemort had grown in power.
And how on earth had his wand summoned up the dark mark?
There was a light rap on the door. Ron, Fred, George, and Ginny Wesley poured into the room along with their parents. All of them shared the same worried expression.
"We got owled that you were here," Ron explained. He peered down at his best friend. "Are you all right, Harry," he asked anxiously, his freckles standing out more than usual on his pale face.
"I'm fine," Harry assured them. Mr. Weasley looked extremely concerned, and Mrs. Weasley looked teary-eyed. "Honest." He added.
"Imagine, going out all by yourself…" Molly Weasley admonished. "At night? You could have been killed…"
"Gosh mum," Fred commented.
"You sound like you're talking to us." George added.
"Harry's got it covered …"
"He can take care of himself as he has shown …oh…"
"Only about every time You Know Who attacks him…"
The twins suddenly paled realizing what their words meant and fell silent.
"Thanks for your concern, but I really am ok," Harry insisted sitting up. "And Mrs. Weasley, I wasn't alone, I was actually with someone."
"Who?" Ron asked curiously. "Snuffles?" He gave Harry a knowing glance.
"No, I was, uh, with this girl." Harry suddenly felt his face flush.
Ginny face suddenly got this pale, strained look, and the twins started whistling and cat-calling.
"Woo woo, looks like someone is mackin' it up . . ." Fred laughed.
"Harry's big pimpin'…" George continued.
"He gets it all from me." Fred added, with a wink.
"What because you've gone out…twice with Angelina..."
"All right enough you two!" Arthur Weasley said, wearily. "Harry it is still highly dangerous, to go out like that into Muggle London at night, and at times like these. Even if it is with another witch..."
"Well," Harry hesitated. "I wouldn't exactly say she is a witch." He cleared his throat. "She is more of a muggle. . ."
"A muggle!" Ginny gasped. Mr. Weasley got this excited gleam in his eye.
"Well what happened to her?" Ron demanded.
"She is actually here I think. She passed out." Harry felt a pang of concern for Veronica. "I think I want to go see if she is all right."
"Oh no you don't!" Mrs. Weasley was firm. "You are not going anywhere!"
"Ah, I think that we should go check on her," Harry gave Mr. Weasley a knowing glance. He was forever fascinated with Muggles and their way of life.
Molly Weasley raised her eyebrows. She found it hard to put up with her husband's obsession with muggle contraptions. "And why is that dear?" She asked, coolly.
"Ah, well we sound she if the poor dear is all right," Arthur Weasley cleared in throat. "You know, common courtesy and all."
"Oh honestly Arthur! You are like a child in a candy store when it comes to Muggles! And I do think we should check on the poor thing, but please don't bombard her with questions!" Still talking all of the Weasleys filed out of the room. Ron was last. He turned to shake his head.
"All of this for a girl! Honestly, man, get a grip."
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Veronica sighed, and rolled over trying to get into a more comfortable position.
Five more minutes, she thought to herself. Just five more, and then I'll get up . . .
Suddenly all of her muscles froze. The experiences of the last night, flooded back into her mind, terrifying events that she could not forget. She could still feel the chill wind cutting into her bones like an icy knife and see the pale skull, with its empty eye sockets and cavernous mouth, illuminated above the trees, a sickening omen of death . . .
She slowly opened her eyes, not wanting to know where she was.
Six red headed people peered down at her interestedly, all of them in dark robes.
"Where am I?" She gasped, blinking.
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Harry walked briskly down the hall. He decided that he was well enough to get up, and he didn't really want to be left alone with his thoughts at the moment. As he strode down the hall he could hear the excited Weasley voices, emerging from a doorway on the far end. He entered the room.
"Oh you poor thing," Mrs. Weasley said sympathetically. "A muggle, in such a terrible situation! How did you ever handle it?"
Veronica opened her mouth, and then closed it. The woman had just called her a muggle. She was at a loss for words.
"And er," Mr. Weasley shot a sidelong glance to his wife. "I have, uh, a few questions I'd like to ask you. It's for official Ministry business, you know I work on the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department…so I work really closely with muggles all of the time." Mrs. Weasley threw him a warning gaze. "I mean, only if you are up to it." He added quickly.
Veronica looked around wildly and spotted Harry in the doorway. "Who are these people?" She mouthed. "And what the hell is a muggle?"
Harry sighed and then cleared his throat. "It might be best if I explain some things to her first," he said. "She really doesn't know anything about our world."
"Ok, would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" Veronica burst out. She looked around at all of the silent faces that stared back at her.
"Veronica," Harry paused. "This is going to sound completely crazy to you but its true." He eyed her and she stared back in confusion.
"Veronica, I'm a wizard."
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