"Ron," Ginny said, staring down at his immobile body. She couldn't stand
to see her brother like that, so helpless. "Ron, please wake up," her
voice broke into a sob and she searched around for a chair, there was one
on the other side of the room. "I'll be back in seconds," she whispered and
quickly left to retrieve the chair. She came back in seconds, as she
promised, and sat herself into the chair. Her eyes took in the sight
before her, pale face, no freckles, and how scared he looked. Ginny had
always heard that people in comas looked peaceful, and she now knew that to
be wrong as she looked at her older brother.
Ginny put her face into her hands and began sobbing. Ron had always been such a great brother, even if he was a bit protective from time to time.
Ginny looked at her brother one last time before sitting down at a nearby desk and writing out two letters.
Harry- Ron is in a coma, please come to the hospital fast. -Ginny
And
Hermione- Please come quickly, Ron is in a coma. -Ginny
Ginny picked the two pieces of parchment up and rolled them into two tiny columns of paper. She exited the room and walked up to the receptionist's desk.
"Can you send this to Hermione Granger and Harry Potter, please?" Ginny asked, handing the two pieces of parchment to her. The receptionist nodded and exited into a back room. Now Ginny had to wait, and that was the most awful exercise of all.
***
Dumbledore looked gravely upon the Great Hall, where everybody was anxiously awaiting the Sorting so they could start eating the feast. Dumbledore himself was quite hungry, but he pushed that aside for the moment. He saw Professor McGonagall poke her head into the room, and Dumbledore nodded towards her. Her head quickly disappeared, only to reappear seconds later, leading the first years behind her. Dumbledore smiled, he loved watching the reactions of the first years as they entered the Great Hall. Practically all of their eyes were directed towards the enchanted ceiling, something Dumbledore had always been quite proud of.
Dumbledore stood up and spread open his arms, "Let the sorting begin!" Professor McGonagall nodded and stood up beside the Sorting Hat and began calling off names.
"Juniper Pucklebush!"
"Ravenclaw!"
The Raveclaw table erupted, cheering.
"Jon Thornbutt!"
The room rippled with quiet laughter at 'Thornbutt', making the first year's face flush a bright shade of red. Dumbledore glared at his student body, and everything was quiet again.
"Gryffindor."
The sorting continued, and Dumbledore's mood began to lift, something that had not occurred for quite some time.
"Missina Pumplesnout."
"Hufflepuff!"
There was an eruption of applause in the hall as Missina smilingly headed towards her new house. Dumbledore clapped along.
"Dumbledore," Snape whispered, leaning towards him. Dumbledore nodded, but didn't look his way. "How is the project coming along?"
"Nicely," Dumbledore responded in a whisper. "Although I do have some things to work out, it's going nicely."
"Glad to here it," Snape muttered, and sat upright once again. Dumbledore smiled, contemplating on what his next course of action should be. Well, he did want to try some of those new lemon flavored parchments; they'd be quite handy if he ever sent something top secret (which he did often). Instead of saying 'after reading this, burn it' he could say, 'after reading this, eat it.' Dumbledore began to chuckle at the absurdity of the thought. Snape glanced over at him briefly before turning back to the Sorting.
"Liliana Turnbottom!"
"Gryffindor!"
"Gregory Wishington!"
"Slytherin!"
Dumbledore continued clapping, but his mind was elsewhere..
***
Harry woke up the next morning to the familiar sound of an own tapping on his window. He opened up the window and a gray-white bird flew in and dropped a letter into Harry's hands. Harry smiled at the bird, wondering why it wasn't leaving, and then realized that it was hoping for some sort of pay. Harry went to Hedwig's food stash and brought out a couple nougats of food, which he gave to the owl. The owl flew away after eating his nougats.
Harry frowned at the piece of parchment he was holding in his hand. It was Ginny's handwriting, and he had not spoken to Ginny for five years. Still frowning, he opened it up and read. Harry sighed, he hadn't spoken to Ron for what seemed like a lifetime, and he deeply regretted it each day, but his pride would not let him apologize to his former best friend.
"What to do." he wondered, sighing and remembering the 'date' he had with Cho after work. "I leave for the hospital tomorrow he decided," before carefully placing the paper onto the counter and fixing himself breakfast.
After about an hour, Harry was ready and he walked over to his small fireplace. On top of the makeshift mantle was a small jar of powder, which Harry now reached for and drew out a pinch of it. He threw the powder into the fired, which instantly flared up and turned a disturbing shade of green. Harry winced; he hated floo powder, and stepped into the fire. "Alivander's!" he yelled.
***
Hermione was at her new, small office early the next morning, before the sun rose. She was arranging some personal items on her desk, a couple frames, when a business-like owl knocked on the window. She calmly stood up, smoothing her skirt, and walked over to the window. The bird was unrecognizable, but that was of no concern to Hermione since she would now be getting writing assignments from many different people. She opened the window and the owl hopped in, spraying her with a wet mist as he dried himself off.
"You must have gotten rained on." She chuckled, and untied the piece of parchment tied to the owl's leg. She began to open it, but the owl wasn't gone yet. "Off with you, then," she said, pushing the owl towards the window. The owl just flew up and landed back on Hermione's desk. She groaned, frustrated. "What do you want?" she asked.
The owl started pecking at her hand.
"Get off!" she exclaimed, backing away. "Crazy owl," she muttered.
The owl swooped at her, beginning it's pecking again.
"I didn't mean it!" she yelled, shielding her face with her hand. After a lot of pecking she finally decided to do something, grabbed the owl around its belly, threw it out the window, and hastily shut the window. "Ha!" she laughed. The owl angrily started knocking on the window, and Hermione chose to ignore it.
The parchment lay sitting on her desk, unopened. Hermione crossed the room and picked it up, wondering who would have sent her such a crazy owl. She opened it, and her eyes bulged out. "Oh dear," she muttered, reaching for her chair. "Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear." She wanted to go to Ron, but she couldn't just up and leave her job on the first day.
"What to do," she muttered, a tear dribbling down her cheek.
Ginny put her face into her hands and began sobbing. Ron had always been such a great brother, even if he was a bit protective from time to time.
Ginny looked at her brother one last time before sitting down at a nearby desk and writing out two letters.
Harry- Ron is in a coma, please come to the hospital fast. -Ginny
And
Hermione- Please come quickly, Ron is in a coma. -Ginny
Ginny picked the two pieces of parchment up and rolled them into two tiny columns of paper. She exited the room and walked up to the receptionist's desk.
"Can you send this to Hermione Granger and Harry Potter, please?" Ginny asked, handing the two pieces of parchment to her. The receptionist nodded and exited into a back room. Now Ginny had to wait, and that was the most awful exercise of all.
***
Dumbledore looked gravely upon the Great Hall, where everybody was anxiously awaiting the Sorting so they could start eating the feast. Dumbledore himself was quite hungry, but he pushed that aside for the moment. He saw Professor McGonagall poke her head into the room, and Dumbledore nodded towards her. Her head quickly disappeared, only to reappear seconds later, leading the first years behind her. Dumbledore smiled, he loved watching the reactions of the first years as they entered the Great Hall. Practically all of their eyes were directed towards the enchanted ceiling, something Dumbledore had always been quite proud of.
Dumbledore stood up and spread open his arms, "Let the sorting begin!" Professor McGonagall nodded and stood up beside the Sorting Hat and began calling off names.
"Juniper Pucklebush!"
"Ravenclaw!"
The Raveclaw table erupted, cheering.
"Jon Thornbutt!"
The room rippled with quiet laughter at 'Thornbutt', making the first year's face flush a bright shade of red. Dumbledore glared at his student body, and everything was quiet again.
"Gryffindor."
The sorting continued, and Dumbledore's mood began to lift, something that had not occurred for quite some time.
"Missina Pumplesnout."
"Hufflepuff!"
There was an eruption of applause in the hall as Missina smilingly headed towards her new house. Dumbledore clapped along.
"Dumbledore," Snape whispered, leaning towards him. Dumbledore nodded, but didn't look his way. "How is the project coming along?"
"Nicely," Dumbledore responded in a whisper. "Although I do have some things to work out, it's going nicely."
"Glad to here it," Snape muttered, and sat upright once again. Dumbledore smiled, contemplating on what his next course of action should be. Well, he did want to try some of those new lemon flavored parchments; they'd be quite handy if he ever sent something top secret (which he did often). Instead of saying 'after reading this, burn it' he could say, 'after reading this, eat it.' Dumbledore began to chuckle at the absurdity of the thought. Snape glanced over at him briefly before turning back to the Sorting.
"Liliana Turnbottom!"
"Gryffindor!"
"Gregory Wishington!"
"Slytherin!"
Dumbledore continued clapping, but his mind was elsewhere..
***
Harry woke up the next morning to the familiar sound of an own tapping on his window. He opened up the window and a gray-white bird flew in and dropped a letter into Harry's hands. Harry smiled at the bird, wondering why it wasn't leaving, and then realized that it was hoping for some sort of pay. Harry went to Hedwig's food stash and brought out a couple nougats of food, which he gave to the owl. The owl flew away after eating his nougats.
Harry frowned at the piece of parchment he was holding in his hand. It was Ginny's handwriting, and he had not spoken to Ginny for five years. Still frowning, he opened it up and read. Harry sighed, he hadn't spoken to Ron for what seemed like a lifetime, and he deeply regretted it each day, but his pride would not let him apologize to his former best friend.
"What to do." he wondered, sighing and remembering the 'date' he had with Cho after work. "I leave for the hospital tomorrow he decided," before carefully placing the paper onto the counter and fixing himself breakfast.
After about an hour, Harry was ready and he walked over to his small fireplace. On top of the makeshift mantle was a small jar of powder, which Harry now reached for and drew out a pinch of it. He threw the powder into the fired, which instantly flared up and turned a disturbing shade of green. Harry winced; he hated floo powder, and stepped into the fire. "Alivander's!" he yelled.
***
Hermione was at her new, small office early the next morning, before the sun rose. She was arranging some personal items on her desk, a couple frames, when a business-like owl knocked on the window. She calmly stood up, smoothing her skirt, and walked over to the window. The bird was unrecognizable, but that was of no concern to Hermione since she would now be getting writing assignments from many different people. She opened the window and the owl hopped in, spraying her with a wet mist as he dried himself off.
"You must have gotten rained on." She chuckled, and untied the piece of parchment tied to the owl's leg. She began to open it, but the owl wasn't gone yet. "Off with you, then," she said, pushing the owl towards the window. The owl just flew up and landed back on Hermione's desk. She groaned, frustrated. "What do you want?" she asked.
The owl started pecking at her hand.
"Get off!" she exclaimed, backing away. "Crazy owl," she muttered.
The owl swooped at her, beginning it's pecking again.
"I didn't mean it!" she yelled, shielding her face with her hand. After a lot of pecking she finally decided to do something, grabbed the owl around its belly, threw it out the window, and hastily shut the window. "Ha!" she laughed. The owl angrily started knocking on the window, and Hermione chose to ignore it.
The parchment lay sitting on her desk, unopened. Hermione crossed the room and picked it up, wondering who would have sent her such a crazy owl. She opened it, and her eyes bulged out. "Oh dear," she muttered, reaching for her chair. "Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear." She wanted to go to Ron, but she couldn't just up and leave her job on the first day.
"What to do," she muttered, a tear dribbling down her cheek.