Xenith
Chapter Thirty-two
A/N: this is a special note to two of my reviewers, one who I treasure deeply the other whom I have absolutely no respect for. First the good: to AlexaDonaghy, I was in no way offended by your review! I was worried that you my have thought less of me due to my terrible French! I'm so happy you love it so much! It's people like you who I'm writing this for!!! And secondly, to kateydidnt, if you're even reading this, if you are going to insult me at least spell patronus correctly. It's not patroni. That's just pathetic. Thanks to all my WONDERFUL reviewers! Keep'em coming!!!!!!!!!!
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"Ron!" Ginny exploded into her brother's dormitory. "Ron! Wake up!"
"Ginny?" Ron poked his head out of the hangings of his four-poster, coming fully out upon seeing her face. "What's wrong? What happened?"
"Harry! He passed out just now! I don't know what happened. I was just positioning him to do a cartwheel and he groaned and fell!" She let out in a rush.
Ron dashed down the stairs to Harry, falling at his side, pressing his fingers to Harry's neck. His pulse was faint for a moment before Harry let loose a heart wrenching scream and started thrashing about.
"Gin, go get Hermione," Ron said, feigning calm for his frantic sister. He didn't hear Ginny pound up the girls' stairwell or shout for Hermione to come.
Harry had passed out. Later, Ron would wish that he had heard his sister's shouts, however, because then he may have gathered his senses enough to get Harry out of the common room before the whole of Gryffindor house poured down the stairs around him and Harry.
Harry's breathing went ragged as the Gryffindor's surrounded them. His arms thrashed out and he nearly punched Ron.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Hermione panted from behind him. Harry's thrashing limbs snapped against his body. Ron spared the smallest of glances of thanks at Hermione.
"Where'd all these---?" Ron cut off as he caught sight of the students pressing in around them. "Never-mind. Clear out!" Ron commanded, flicking his wand at Harry with a muttered, "Mobilicourps." The largest seventh year cowered away from him as he stormed from the tower, Hermione and Ginny in his wake.
"Ginny, tell me _exactly_ what happened before he passed out." Ron said, or ordered rather.
"I was helping him with---" Ginny was cut off as Harry wrenched himself free of Hermione's body bind, flailed in mid-air a moment before pulling away from Ron's spell and landing on the floor of the corridor with a resounding thump. He lay still a moment and then screamed, "NOOO! Ron!" at the top of his lungs, folding in on himself and spasming as though he'd been plugged into an electrical outlet, muttering, "No . . . Ron . . . Hermione . . . Ginny . . . NO!"
"Hermione, go get Fred and George, anyone. We're going to have to carry him." Ron didn't see Hermione nod and tore back to the Gryffindor common room, he was already instructing Ginny. "Gin, go get Dumbledore, send him to the Hospital Wing, wait there with him. And no matter what Pomfrey says, you stay there. Got it?"
"Yes, Ron." Ginny answered, darting down the corridor and ducking through a passageway in the stone.
"It's alright, Harry," Ron murmured to his friend, trying to hide the fear from his voice. "You'll be alright."
"---he broke away from my body bind and Ron's levitation," he heard Hermione explain as three sets of feet pounded toward them. "We can't get him still, he needs to get to the Hospital Wing."
"Right," Fred, or George, said seriously.
The trio came into view, Fred and George immediately taking charge of the situation.
"Take his feet, Ron," George instructed. Ron nodded and moved to Harry's feet. "Fred?"
"Right," Fred nodded, understanding what George wanted of him without any further explanation. The twins grabbed each others forearms and slid them beneath Harry's back. "One . . . two . . . three!"
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Chapter Thirty-two
A/N: this is a special note to two of my reviewers, one who I treasure deeply the other whom I have absolutely no respect for. First the good: to AlexaDonaghy, I was in no way offended by your review! I was worried that you my have thought less of me due to my terrible French! I'm so happy you love it so much! It's people like you who I'm writing this for!!! And secondly, to kateydidnt, if you're even reading this, if you are going to insult me at least spell patronus correctly. It's not patroni. That's just pathetic. Thanks to all my WONDERFUL reviewers! Keep'em coming!!!!!!!!!!
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"Ron!" Ginny exploded into her brother's dormitory. "Ron! Wake up!"
"Ginny?" Ron poked his head out of the hangings of his four-poster, coming fully out upon seeing her face. "What's wrong? What happened?"
"Harry! He passed out just now! I don't know what happened. I was just positioning him to do a cartwheel and he groaned and fell!" She let out in a rush.
Ron dashed down the stairs to Harry, falling at his side, pressing his fingers to Harry's neck. His pulse was faint for a moment before Harry let loose a heart wrenching scream and started thrashing about.
"Gin, go get Hermione," Ron said, feigning calm for his frantic sister. He didn't hear Ginny pound up the girls' stairwell or shout for Hermione to come.
Harry had passed out. Later, Ron would wish that he had heard his sister's shouts, however, because then he may have gathered his senses enough to get Harry out of the common room before the whole of Gryffindor house poured down the stairs around him and Harry.
Harry's breathing went ragged as the Gryffindor's surrounded them. His arms thrashed out and he nearly punched Ron.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Hermione panted from behind him. Harry's thrashing limbs snapped against his body. Ron spared the smallest of glances of thanks at Hermione.
"Where'd all these---?" Ron cut off as he caught sight of the students pressing in around them. "Never-mind. Clear out!" Ron commanded, flicking his wand at Harry with a muttered, "Mobilicourps." The largest seventh year cowered away from him as he stormed from the tower, Hermione and Ginny in his wake.
"Ginny, tell me _exactly_ what happened before he passed out." Ron said, or ordered rather.
"I was helping him with---" Ginny was cut off as Harry wrenched himself free of Hermione's body bind, flailed in mid-air a moment before pulling away from Ron's spell and landing on the floor of the corridor with a resounding thump. He lay still a moment and then screamed, "NOOO! Ron!" at the top of his lungs, folding in on himself and spasming as though he'd been plugged into an electrical outlet, muttering, "No . . . Ron . . . Hermione . . . Ginny . . . NO!"
"Hermione, go get Fred and George, anyone. We're going to have to carry him." Ron didn't see Hermione nod and tore back to the Gryffindor common room, he was already instructing Ginny. "Gin, go get Dumbledore, send him to the Hospital Wing, wait there with him. And no matter what Pomfrey says, you stay there. Got it?"
"Yes, Ron." Ginny answered, darting down the corridor and ducking through a passageway in the stone.
"It's alright, Harry," Ron murmured to his friend, trying to hide the fear from his voice. "You'll be alright."
"---he broke away from my body bind and Ron's levitation," he heard Hermione explain as three sets of feet pounded toward them. "We can't get him still, he needs to get to the Hospital Wing."
"Right," Fred, or George, said seriously.
The trio came into view, Fred and George immediately taking charge of the situation.
"Take his feet, Ron," George instructed. Ron nodded and moved to Harry's feet. "Fred?"
"Right," Fred nodded, understanding what George wanted of him without any further explanation. The twins grabbed each others forearms and slid them beneath Harry's back. "One . . . two . . . three!"
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((¸¸.·´ ..·´ -:¦:- tbc -:¦:-
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