Curses!
A/N: Free time rocks! My laptop sucks! Read on.
As they stepped out of the Three Broomsticks, lost in thought, Hermione was only vaguely aware of a hooded figure heading towards them, until he stepped in front of them.
"Hey, what's up?" Bill asked, as the figure withdrew his wand.
Without a word, he pointed it at Hermione and cried, "Aurora Rosa Cions!"
As she wavered precariously, he took off down an alley, Percy and Bill following.
Charlie kneeled next to her as fast as he could. "Ginny, Fred, George, help me get her to the bench!"
They carefully lifted her limp body and carried it to the nearest bench. A crowd had started to form.
"Someone call an ambulance!" A large woman screamed. When no one moved, she smacked a small man standing next to her with her purse. "Go call an ambulance, Herbert!" He took off for the nearest payphone, quarters in hand.
Bill and Percy returned, out of breath and red in the face.
"We couldn't catch him." Bill gasped. "But we got a piece of his cloak. Tore off after he jumped a chain link fence and disappeared."
"Does anyone remember what the guy said?" Percy addressed the crowd. "Please! I can find the counter-curse if anyone remembers what he said!"
"It was 'aura rose scones!'" The large woman called out.
"No, it was 'hora rose senses!'" Someone in the back added.
"Wait, I know the middle word was 'rosa,' not rose." Fred told Percy. "And the last word sounded like it started with a 'z.'"
"And the first word was 'aurora,' like from Sleeping Beauty." Herbert piped up timidly.
Percy fixed his gaze on Herbert. "Sleeping Beauty? You're sure it was aurora?" When he nodded, Percy grimaced. "This isn't that bad, but we need to get home. Fast."
"Get us home then! Now!" Charlie shouted, starting to panic slightly. He reached up and held Hermione's hand. "Don't worry, I'm going to fix it. Whatever it is."
As Percy and Bill began casting a transporting spell, the crowd broke into a chorus of 'Aww's. The large woman sniffled. Herbert handed her a tissue.
At the Burrow, things were hectic, to say the least.
Percy had immedietly bolted up the stairs towards his room. Charlie was kneeling by Hermione, and everyone else was basically standing around looking nervous.
"Get her on the couch. Get a blanket. Do something!" Charlie called. "Come on! What do we usually do?" He shouted.
"We ask Hermione!" George shouted back.
"Oh. Right."
"What's going on?" Ron asked, scaring everyone. He and Harry emerged from the kitchen, skittering across the floor.
"Hermione!" Harry cried, noticing her for the first time.
"What did you do?" Ron glared from Fred to George, and back again.
"We'll explain later." George informed them. "We need to find a counter-curse for 'aurora rosa' something with a 'z.' Have either of you heard of it?"
"Don't worry, I'm already looking it up." Percy called from above. "Ha!
The sound of hurried footsteps, followed by several loud thumps, accompanied Percy's descent down the stairs. Despite some bruises, he'd managed to keep his place in the book.
"It's a faerie curse." He mumbled. "Straight out of a faerie tale."
"What?"
"They're these stupid curses that are modeled after faerie tales that Muggles like to read. Pure rubbish by a wizarding standpoint, full of witches as old crones dressed in black and rhyming spells, but a while back, some smart ass decided to actually create spells from the stories."
"Like 'Sleeping Beauty' and 'Cinderella,' right?" Ginny asked.
"Exactly. I remembered reading about them for my Muggle studies class."
"You haven't had a muggle studies class in four years!"
"George, I still remember who I sat next to at lunch on my first day of school."
"Yeah, Bill and Charlie."
"I heard that."
"You were supposed to."
"Shut up!" Charlie screamed. "Percy, just tell me what we need to do."
"Well, it was from 'Sleeping Beauty,' and in the story, she could only be awakened by her true love's kiss."
Everyone looked at Charlie. Well, not quite everyone; Harry and Ron were looking at each other.
"So, we're screwed." Ron announced, turning and pacing in front of the couch. "Maybe we should all just kiss her and-"
Harry grabbed his sleeve and spun him around roughly. Charlie had already kissed her.
She didn't move, and Charlie felt his heart sink into his shoes. "Percy, are you sure that's the right charm? Maybe you didn't-"
"He was right."
Everyone leaned forward as Hermione's eyes flitted open.
"How do you feel?" Charlie asked excitedly, wiping her hair from her face.
"Fan-sucky-tastic." She grinned sadly at him. "Like I've had the flu. I feel disgusting."
When Charlie didn't say anything, she looked up at him again. "What?" She asked.
"I'm trying to figure out what you're talking about. You look beautiful to me."
(A/N: I want a guy who acts like Charlie! Wah!)
"You want to explain what the fuck is going on?" Ron screamed suddenly, reminding everyone of his and Harry's ignorance on the subject.
"I'd like to know also, and watch your language, Ron."
Everyone looked up at the doorway. Mr. Weasley was standing just inside the front room.
A/N: Free time rocks! My laptop sucks! Read on.
As they stepped out of the Three Broomsticks, lost in thought, Hermione was only vaguely aware of a hooded figure heading towards them, until he stepped in front of them.
"Hey, what's up?" Bill asked, as the figure withdrew his wand.
Without a word, he pointed it at Hermione and cried, "Aurora Rosa Cions!"
As she wavered precariously, he took off down an alley, Percy and Bill following.
Charlie kneeled next to her as fast as he could. "Ginny, Fred, George, help me get her to the bench!"
They carefully lifted her limp body and carried it to the nearest bench. A crowd had started to form.
"Someone call an ambulance!" A large woman screamed. When no one moved, she smacked a small man standing next to her with her purse. "Go call an ambulance, Herbert!" He took off for the nearest payphone, quarters in hand.
Bill and Percy returned, out of breath and red in the face.
"We couldn't catch him." Bill gasped. "But we got a piece of his cloak. Tore off after he jumped a chain link fence and disappeared."
"Does anyone remember what the guy said?" Percy addressed the crowd. "Please! I can find the counter-curse if anyone remembers what he said!"
"It was 'aura rose scones!'" The large woman called out.
"No, it was 'hora rose senses!'" Someone in the back added.
"Wait, I know the middle word was 'rosa,' not rose." Fred told Percy. "And the last word sounded like it started with a 'z.'"
"And the first word was 'aurora,' like from Sleeping Beauty." Herbert piped up timidly.
Percy fixed his gaze on Herbert. "Sleeping Beauty? You're sure it was aurora?" When he nodded, Percy grimaced. "This isn't that bad, but we need to get home. Fast."
"Get us home then! Now!" Charlie shouted, starting to panic slightly. He reached up and held Hermione's hand. "Don't worry, I'm going to fix it. Whatever it is."
As Percy and Bill began casting a transporting spell, the crowd broke into a chorus of 'Aww's. The large woman sniffled. Herbert handed her a tissue.
At the Burrow, things were hectic, to say the least.
Percy had immedietly bolted up the stairs towards his room. Charlie was kneeling by Hermione, and everyone else was basically standing around looking nervous.
"Get her on the couch. Get a blanket. Do something!" Charlie called. "Come on! What do we usually do?" He shouted.
"We ask Hermione!" George shouted back.
"Oh. Right."
"What's going on?" Ron asked, scaring everyone. He and Harry emerged from the kitchen, skittering across the floor.
"Hermione!" Harry cried, noticing her for the first time.
"What did you do?" Ron glared from Fred to George, and back again.
"We'll explain later." George informed them. "We need to find a counter-curse for 'aurora rosa' something with a 'z.' Have either of you heard of it?"
"Don't worry, I'm already looking it up." Percy called from above. "Ha!
The sound of hurried footsteps, followed by several loud thumps, accompanied Percy's descent down the stairs. Despite some bruises, he'd managed to keep his place in the book.
"It's a faerie curse." He mumbled. "Straight out of a faerie tale."
"What?"
"They're these stupid curses that are modeled after faerie tales that Muggles like to read. Pure rubbish by a wizarding standpoint, full of witches as old crones dressed in black and rhyming spells, but a while back, some smart ass decided to actually create spells from the stories."
"Like 'Sleeping Beauty' and 'Cinderella,' right?" Ginny asked.
"Exactly. I remembered reading about them for my Muggle studies class."
"You haven't had a muggle studies class in four years!"
"George, I still remember who I sat next to at lunch on my first day of school."
"Yeah, Bill and Charlie."
"I heard that."
"You were supposed to."
"Shut up!" Charlie screamed. "Percy, just tell me what we need to do."
"Well, it was from 'Sleeping Beauty,' and in the story, she could only be awakened by her true love's kiss."
Everyone looked at Charlie. Well, not quite everyone; Harry and Ron were looking at each other.
"So, we're screwed." Ron announced, turning and pacing in front of the couch. "Maybe we should all just kiss her and-"
Harry grabbed his sleeve and spun him around roughly. Charlie had already kissed her.
She didn't move, and Charlie felt his heart sink into his shoes. "Percy, are you sure that's the right charm? Maybe you didn't-"
"He was right."
Everyone leaned forward as Hermione's eyes flitted open.
"How do you feel?" Charlie asked excitedly, wiping her hair from her face.
"Fan-sucky-tastic." She grinned sadly at him. "Like I've had the flu. I feel disgusting."
When Charlie didn't say anything, she looked up at him again. "What?" She asked.
"I'm trying to figure out what you're talking about. You look beautiful to me."
(A/N: I want a guy who acts like Charlie! Wah!)
"You want to explain what the fuck is going on?" Ron screamed suddenly, reminding everyone of his and Harry's ignorance on the subject.
"I'd like to know also, and watch your language, Ron."
Everyone looked up at the doorway. Mr. Weasley was standing just inside the front room.