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 7
"Mr Weasley, what in haven's name is the matter now?" Madam Pomfrey asked George angrily. He was fussing and pulling at his right leg.
"Nuffinummissus" George slurred, his eyes crossing. He was double, again, again again. He couldn't focus on anything. He didn't understand anything anyone said to him. The only thing he knew was that while his leg was burning hot, the rest of his body was ice cold.
"Let me see that leg of yours" said Pomfrey, pushing away George's hands and pulling up his trouser leg. The gash had become dirty and swollen. "When did this happen?"
"Felllakewter…" he began, very confused. He was no help to Pomfrey.
"He said he jumped in the lake and the water was cold" Tal said sleepily. Fred had offered to sleep in the chair so she could have the bed, but she had refused and was now trying to sleep in the chair beside George.
"What was it that damaged your leg?" Pomfrey asked, summoning a cloth with her wand.
"Squid" George managed to say before collapsing backward on the bed. His leg was covered with blood, both fresh and old.
"You should have informed me immediately!" Pomfrey snapped
"How bad is it, Poppy?" Dumbledore asked, coming over. "We have had our fair share of surprises today"
"It's some kind of infection, probably from something in the lake water. This family really is in for a rough night" Pomfrey added.
"Can you cure it?" Dumbledore asked, knowing the answer
"Of course I can cure it. But, as I said, it's going to be rough."
Hermione ran through the forest, quite sure she was going in circles. "Oh, this is impossible" she gasped as she tripped over yet another tree root "What was that?" she had spotted a dash of light among the dark trees. Blood was spilling over a rock, coming from a figure lying over it in a very painful position "Malfoy, great" He was wheezing slightly as he breathed yet was still unconscious. Some of the ribs on his right side were showing "Ew!" Hermione hissed. Suddenly, she felt the presence of someone behind her. She spun around and saw a tall hooded figure with Dom stood to their left.
"Miss Granger" the thing hissed.
"V-V-Voldemort" Hermione stammered. He held up his hand and suddenly she couldn't move at all. He walked up to her and ran his other hand through her hair. She tried to move away from him, but she couldn't even speak. Her whole body was frozen.
"Ahhhh!" a scream cut through the silence of sleeping students. Tal was fighting to untangle herself from the blanket she was wrapped in. She had to escape.
"Calm down Miss Ridler!" Pomfrey shouted, running out of her office and having to work hard to keep Tal in the chair. "Miss Ridler, what is wrong?"
"They're in trouble. I must go. I must help them!" Tal shouted, kicking out at Pomfrey. The raised voices had woken almost everyone in the ward.
"Now what is happening?" Snape asked angrily. He was looking even worse now, probably from the body bind. "I agree" said Dumbledore, sweeping out of Pomfrey's office. Even he was beginning to look stressed "We do all need sleep, after all."
"I'm sorry Professor!" Tal started, throwing the blanket angrily to the floor "But your friends are in danger. My father is in a very bad mood now. I'm afraid at what he might do to them."
"How do you know this?" Dumbledore asked kindly, laying a hand on Tal's shoulder to calm her
"I have…I mean my sister and I have some sort of psychic link. It allows us to communicate, whatever the distance between us. My sister is asking for our help"
"We will do…" Dumbledore started before being interrupted by Snape
"Headmaster, you don't intend to help them? This could be some sort…" Dumbledore held up a hand to silence him.
"They are students of this school, Severus, no matter how much Voldemort tries to control them. I, as Headmaster, will do all I can to ensure their safety" He turns to Tal "Please, lead the way"
"I have done it father" Dom said unhappily but rather pleased with herself "Dumbledore is coming"
"And that sorry excuse for a witch believed you?" Voldemort asked, referring to Tal. Hermione and Draco were chained magically to a wall, heavy manacles on each wrist. Draco hadn't actually woken up as of yet so Hermione had resorted to kicking his ankle. Dom sighed and rubbed at where he had hit her around the face. Voldemort pushed passed her, ignoring the fact her had trodden on her foot and cupped Hermione's chin in his hand.
"I hope you rot in hell!" Hermione shouted, spitting in his face and pulling away from him. This got him very annoyed and he slapped her hard around the face.
"I shall enjoy destroying you and that Weasley family…and Potter" he added, hissing out Harry's name
"We'll destroy you first!" Hermione screamed at him, lashing out at his ankle instead of Draco's.
"You are really beginning to try my patience young lady" Voldemort said, slightly amused and making a show of pulling his foot away from her just in time. "The next few hours are going to be fun"
"Not for you" Hermione retorted simply
"If you won't stop arguing with me and be quiet" he snapped, now really losing his temper "I will make you be quiet. Understand?" Hermione now stayed silent, she knew when she was being threatened. A small groan pulled Voldemort from his thoughts. Malfoy had regained consciousness at last and was pulling, unsuccessfully, at the manacle on his left hand. His right hand appeared to be broken and was badly twisted.
"What are we doing here Granger?" he asked, not too pleased at the company. Hermione just hissed at him to be quiet. He ignored her "You really think I'm gonna listen to you, Granger. You're a friend of…" he was interrupted by footsteps and an amused voice.
"You're back with us again I see, Malfoy. Glad you could join the party" Dom said sarcastically.
"Ridler, what are you talking about? Is this some kind of joke?" Hermione again tried to make Draco be quiet by kicking him hard in the ankle. He winced but before he could reply, a high voice cut in.
"That wasn't very nice, young lady. Do you always kick your friends?" Voldemort looked ready to laugh. Draco's eyes widened, either at Voldemort or at his comment. This time, he stayed quiet. "Ah, young Malfoy. You will be glad you are awake. I'm going to destroy my worst enemies" this time, Voldemort did laugh. A high, loud cackle that echoed around the surprisingly large cave. He quickly stopped, listening intently to something only he could hear. "It seems as though we have visitors"
