A/N: I am no medical expert!
For a moment, everyone was shocked. Harry was the one who spoke up
first. "Is it serious?"
Dr. Andrews replied, "Yes. Now, we are going to have to keep her. But you were lucky, Bonnie. We caught your malaria early. But the bad news is you'll have to stay in the hospital for two weeks."
"That's it?" Harry asked.
"Yes.". Dr. Andrews replied. "With any more luck, the medication we give her will make her completely better in no time. Now, if you have any questions, just ask the nurse for me."
"Thanks, Dr. Andrews."
"You're welcome." He turned to Bonnie. "And I will be back in a couple of hours to check on you. Promise me you'll try to take a nap."
"I promise."
"Okay. I'll see you later, everyone."
"Bye, Dr. Andrews." They all replied. Just like she had promised, Bonnie closed her eyes and went to sleep. After telling her good night, Harry thought about the Dursleys. He didn't want to ask Mr. Weasley about this, but he had to.
"Mr. Weasley, I know we probably shouldn't do this, but I think we should send an owl to the Dursleys."
"About?"
"Bonnie."
"Why?"
"Whether we think so or not, they have a right to know."
"Harry..."
"Trust me, they won't come."
Mr. Weasley looked as if he'd rather not. "Okay." Harry picked up the parchment and quill and began the delibrately nasty letter.
Not that you'd care, but your daughter, Bonnie, (in case you'd forgotten her name), is very sick. She has malaria. I am writing you to tell you this out of the pure goodness of my heart. Do not, in any way try to contact Bonnie or I will have you arrested by the muggle police.
Harry Potter Harry folded the letter up and sent it by Hedwig, who he had brought with him. He sat back wondering how the Dursley's were going to react.
Dr. Andrews replied, "Yes. Now, we are going to have to keep her. But you were lucky, Bonnie. We caught your malaria early. But the bad news is you'll have to stay in the hospital for two weeks."
"That's it?" Harry asked.
"Yes.". Dr. Andrews replied. "With any more luck, the medication we give her will make her completely better in no time. Now, if you have any questions, just ask the nurse for me."
"Thanks, Dr. Andrews."
"You're welcome." He turned to Bonnie. "And I will be back in a couple of hours to check on you. Promise me you'll try to take a nap."
"I promise."
"Okay. I'll see you later, everyone."
"Bye, Dr. Andrews." They all replied. Just like she had promised, Bonnie closed her eyes and went to sleep. After telling her good night, Harry thought about the Dursleys. He didn't want to ask Mr. Weasley about this, but he had to.
"Mr. Weasley, I know we probably shouldn't do this, but I think we should send an owl to the Dursleys."
"About?"
"Bonnie."
"Why?"
"Whether we think so or not, they have a right to know."
"Harry..."
"Trust me, they won't come."
Mr. Weasley looked as if he'd rather not. "Okay." Harry picked up the parchment and quill and began the delibrately nasty letter.
Not that you'd care, but your daughter, Bonnie, (in case you'd forgotten her name), is very sick. She has malaria. I am writing you to tell you this out of the pure goodness of my heart. Do not, in any way try to contact Bonnie or I will have you arrested by the muggle police.
Harry Potter Harry folded the letter up and sent it by Hedwig, who he had brought with him. He sat back wondering how the Dursley's were going to react.