Disclamer: We do not own, yes we. Me and me mate Sarah have co written this little fic *which is gradually getting longer* hope u enjoy! We do own Dominica Matolov Ridler and Natalie Domomov Ridler. Set in Harry's 5th year. This story starts on 18th March 2003. All other dates mentioned are based on this. The dates do not correlate with the actual year 2003.

A Day in the life of the Hospital Wing

Chapter 4

            Everyone stared. Nobody moved as Dom Ridler returned to the Great Hall. People were still there. She was untidy and dirty. She raised her hands, blood dripping down one, wand in the other, and said a supreme body locker curse, that ended up with the whole room frozen, paralyzed, some in very painful positions. Almost all the Ravenclaws were still in the hall, as were many of the uninjured teachers.

            Dom slowly approached the teachers table. She needed some directions.

            "Wingardium Leviosa" she said confidently. Flitwick was lifted into the air and deposited at her feet. "I need you to direct me to Dumbledore's office. I'd better wake you up" She grins maliciously. She revives Flitwick, making sure she takes his wand first.

            "What do you think you are doing, attacking teachers and students? You will be expelled for sure" Flitwick said surely.

            "Oh be quiet. Where is Dumbledore's office?" she demanded urgently. Flitwick was defiant. "Fine, don't answer. Imperio"

            'Where is Dumbledore's office, Flitwick'

            "On the third floor, behind the statue of the eagle, password is pear drop" droned Flitwick, before collapsing as she took off the curse.

            "Bloody small thing couldn't take it" she muttered, before turning and heading to the third floor. Meanwhile in the Hospital Wing, George was waking up.

            "Let me kill him!" he'd shouted, then fallen to the floor while trying to get to Draco, but he kept on crawling towards him. Harry stooped and helped George back into the chair.

            "You have to admit, the bastards determined!" Hermione said laughing. Her evil laugh echoed through the silent ward, broken only by Ginny, who had just regained consciousness.

            "What? What happened? Where did they go?" Ginny asked utterly confused. Justin quickly tried to calm Ginny down. "No, leave me alone Justin" Ginny said pushing Justin off of her and tried to get off the bed. "Professor, I…"

            "Oh no you don't missy" Pomfrey said briskly, pushing Ginny back onto the bed.

            "Please Poppy" Dumbledore interrupted calmly. "Do you have something to tell us Miss Weasley?"

            "Oh, sorry" Ginny replied, embarrassed by all the attention. Harry gave her an encouraging nod from behind McGonnagol. "Well when I was leaving the great hall earlier, I sort of saw something…in a mirror. It was…a distorted image of me, I think. There was blood. And a bloody knife in a pale hand. His hand."

            "Ginny, what the hell…Oh hello, professors" Ron had come through the door, that had been left ajar, and his face was turning the same colour of his hair. Harry had slowly started moving away from a still pale George. "Ginny, what were you talking…?" Ron began

            "What happened to your face, Mr Weasley?" McGonagall asked. Ron took the tissue off his cheek to show everyone the four long, and quite deep, scratch marks.

            "Who did that to you?" Dumbledore asked quietly.

            "Herm…" Ron started, but was cut off by an angry scream.

            "I did! I scratched the filthy thing!" Hermione screamed and then started coughing. "I'm // cough // sorry // cough // Ron" Hermione whispered through the coughs. "SHUT UP YOU STUPID GIRL!" she screamed at herself.

            "Where is she?!" Ron had leapt up at this, and had started to push his way to the back of the room.

            "Mr Weasley, you may see Miss Granger in a moment"

            "But Prof…"

            "She is under the influence of another, by the Imperius curse, Mr Weasley. She is not acting as herself" Ginny and Ron were guided past the screen. Both of them gasped in surprise as they saw Hermione and Malfoy chained to there beds, Hermione making an intense fuss.

            "What you looking at you fucking redheaded whore!?!" Hermione snapped. Ginny started crying immediately. Harry walked up to her and guided her back to her bed. Ron stood frozen, dumfounded, staring at her until a thud behind him caused him to look around. George had fallen out of his chair and was sprawled onto the floor.

            "George! Fred!" Ron squeaked angrily. Hermione laughed evilly. Ron went to George and helped him slowly into the chair. An almighty scream sent George into a fit of shivers, gripping Ron's hand hard. Everyone else frantically searched for the person who had screamed. Malfoy was struggling against his bonds and mumbling, apparently trying to reach the bandage around his head.

            "Oh, my head. I must get to the twins, curse wouldn't work. Visions, diary vision…I never meant to harm him, to kill him…"

            "He's not dead yet!" screeched George, wrenching himself out of Ron's grasp, ignoring the lingering shivers. He gradually got closer to the ground and landing finally on his hands and knees. Dumbledore stepped in his path and reluctantly, George allowed himself to be manoeuvred onto the bed. Ginny was still sobbing quietly into Harry's shoulder when she heard Malfoy and began to cry fitfully again. George rolled off the bed onto the chair, receiving many glares and sat watching Fred sleep peacefully.

            "Poppy's asked me to knock her out Albus, its half past 8 and these children need sleep" McGonagall said before getting ready to knock Hermione out with the Consio spell. Malfoy had tears in his eyes but was still muttering his apologies.

            "Hey, you don't think you're strong enough to handle her…to handle a child!" Hermione smiled sarcastically.

            "Be quiet Miss Granger" snapped Pomfrey losing her temper.

            "Make me"

"Consio!" gasped McGonagall, finally snapping. Hermione's eyes snapped closed and she fell unnaturally silent.

            "At last, peace and quiet" said Ginny, wiping her eyes and coming over to sit on George's bed.

            "If you wouldn't mind, Poppy?" asked McGonagall, guiding her towards her office. She throwed off McGonagall's arm and stormed off into her office, slamming the door behind her. Sprout sat up at the sound off the door slamming and turned to Snape.

            "She's not in a good mood is she" she said and Snape painfully nodded. Just then Ginny started jumping on George's empty bed looking bored. Madam Pomfrey screamed and ran out of her office.

            "You off that bed! You in that bed" she shouted, first at Ginny, then George.

            "No" George said as Ginny moved off the bed.

            "Now Mr Weasley I am not in the mood" Pomfrey threatened. George shook his head. Madam Pomfrey's fist's clenched threateningly.

            "Calm down Poppy. Weasley, in the bed" McGonagall ordered angrily. George shook his head, looking quickly at Fred.

            "Now Mr Weasley" Dumbledore said calmly. George grudgingly lay down on the bed, not in the bed. Ginny walked sulkily across the room, Harry following, looking back to the other Weasleys. George was glancing at Fred suspiciously and managing to thoroughly annoy Ron who was sat between the two beds. Malfoy had taken heed of Hermione being knocked unconscious and stopped talking. Within a few minutes, the lights had been turned off and everyone appeared to be asleep. Harry had Ginny in a tight hug and then felt her go slack against him, obviously asleep. He smiled and lay down on the bed, Ginny resting of his chest and soon he joined her in the land of sleep. McGonagall and Dumbledore were sat with Sprout and Snape, talking quietly about how they were going to catch Dom. Fred and George sat up and blinked at exactly the same moment. Draco watched, slightly freaked out.

            "Hey George" Fred said holding his chest.

            "Hey Fred" George said weakly.

            "Hey look" Fred said, indicating Harry and Ginny.

            "Aww, that's quite cute" George said. "I mean, ew, gross" he corrected himself. They both saw Ginny shiver and snuggle closer to Harry. George sighed as he shakily walked over to Ginny's bed and tucked them gently in. Fred saw George painfully cringe and hold his head, but as he'd been asleep he had no idea why his twin was in pain. George smoothed some of Ginny's hair and then walked slowly back to his bed.

            "What's up George?" Fred asked, moving over in the bed allowing George to sit next to him. Ron was asleep in the chair between the two beds and didn't wake up during any of the happenings.

            "Cruciatus curse" George said painfully. Fred stared at his twin looking horrified. "Night Fred" he said moving to his bed and the two lay down at the same time. A loud crash woke everyone up. Ginny quickly disentangled herself from Harry, blushing scarlet.

            "Professor Flitwick!" Harry shouts in surprise as McGonagall, Sprout and Dumbledore came around the screen "Are you all right sir?"

            "Albus" Flitwick squeaked, looking up at Dumbledore and ignoring Harry's question.

            "What is wrong?" asked Dumbledore as Flitwick climbed onto the bed.

            "Dominica Ridler…she came into the Great Hall and, she put the full body bind on everyone left in the room…I didn't have time to block the spell" All the people still able to in the ward had gathered around the bed. "She wanted information. She put the Imperius curse on me so I would tell her" Flitwick continued, making Ginny cringe.

            "What did she want to know?" McGonagall asked quickly.

            "The location and password to…" he hesitated. Dumbledore nodded for him to continue "to your office, Headmaster."