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Yes. I know. You all hate me. But I promised I'd keep this story alive so here I am, four months later finishing this. I left you guys hanging so hard core. I'm sorry.
So here it is. The moment you've all been hibernating for, THE YEAR OF THE WEASEL!
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Draco and Ginny exchanged glances. "That is really scary, the way they are looking behind us like there is someone there."
"Maybe we should look", Draco whispered, "In case it is Lord Voldemort."
At that very word the entire group went into a frenzied panic. They all hobbled around drooling and attempting to scream. All except for Hermione (not hormone!) who did not have the hallucination of Voldemort so there for was lost and just looked stupid, well actually she looked quite civilized compared to everyone else, but hey.
Draco turned around just to make sure. There was no Voldemort. It was just a hallucination from the potions. But it still freaked him out. In fact the whole lot of the witches and wizards freaked him out so he continued his walk with Ginny.
Just then a few nurses walked down the hall accompanied by Luci.
"My, my, my what a mess, lets get them all back into their rooms shall we."
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Amy opened her eyes. She looked around and sat up. "Am I dead?" she wondered aloud. There was no one else in her room. She got out of the bed and peered out into the hall. There were a few doors with names on them on the other side of the hall. She walked over and read them. Astoria, Hayleth. Amy shrugged she didn't know him. The next-door read: Staten, Nancy R. She didn't recognize that one either. She skipped a few doors, bringing her to the next hall. There were several names listed on these doors. Group rooms obviously. She scanned down them until she recognized a name. Johnson, Angelina. Weasley, Fred. Weasley, George. A smile appeared on Amy's face and she swung the door open. Angelina sat upright in her bed with an open book on her lap. Her head was tilted to one side and she was asleep. Amy looked over to see two empty beds. "I wonder where they are."
She thought for a second. "Now if I were Fred and George where would I be?"
Amy closed the door and walked out of the group room hall. She looked down another hall and saw a sign that read, "Storage."
Bingo.
She walked over to the door only to see the lock broken. "I swear if I knew them any better I could pose as their triplet." Amy stopped and thought for a second and she shuddered. That would be weird.
Amy opened the door and looked inside. Sure enough Fred and George were stocking up on potions and such.
"Uh Fred! Pruned frog! Resembles that old bat Umbridge ay?" George said holding up a jar with a wrinkly little frog in it.
"Ahhahahahaha! Throw that here!" Fred shouted holding his hands up. George chucked the jar at Fred with much force. Fred was laughing so hard he really couldn't catch it. The jar flew right past him and shattered on the floor. The liquid inside had a horrifying stench and the frog itself wasn't exactly aroma free.
"Nice one Fred." Amy said holding her nose.
"Amy!" George yelled holding his nose too and running over to her. He embraced her in a one handed hug.
"I'm glad you're alright" Fred said sounding quite hilarious with his hand clamped onto his nose. "Well I'm glad you guys are okay! I was worried." Amy said glimpsing at the frog.
"Aw, we were just treated for minor injuries. A muggle hospital could have done it." George said grabbing the door, "Alright now, can we please get out of here, Fred and I are pretty happy with what we found."
Fred laughed and pulled out a substance that looked somewhat like jam. "I'll have to give this to Ron and see what happens."
George shook his head. "That would be too great. How is my little Ronnikins by the way?"
Amy shrugged, "I don't know haven't found him yet."
The threesome (I mean that non-pervertedly) walked back to wake Angelina and explore St. Mungo's. About half way through the hospital the group ran into a middle-aged woman with dark hair and an unpleasant expression on her face. Although she seemed quite unlikable she was very pretty. She looked good for her age. Fred and George proceeded to check her out as she moved towards them. Amy immediately realized who it was and ran around a corner. She didn't want to start a scene.
The woman walked up to Fred and George and flipped some of her dark hair out of her pale face. "I was wondering if either of you could tell me where room CC21 was located."
"Sorry Ma'am", Fred started, "I'm not familiar with that room."
"But", George said, "We could show you to our room."
The boys began to laugh and Angelina looked furious. The woman was unimpressed. She glared at them and then walked away. The twins made sure to watch her leave. Angelina then slapped the two of them, "You guys are disgusting that woman was like 50!"
"She diffidently wasn't fifty." Amy said coming out from around the corner. "That was my mother."
George suddenly looked sick and he stuck out his tongue and gagged. "No offense Amy, but I can't believe I just hit on your mom."
Fred on the other hand bit into his bottom lip, "Damn, Amy's mom has got it going on."
Angelina glared at him. "You're disturbed. Seriously."
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Harry awoke again. He was in his room. He felt better and had his memory back. A blonde haired witch walked past his door he recognized as Luci. She peeked in on him. "Harry! You're awake! I was worried you wouldn't be the same. Seems we were giving you the wrong medicine. No wonder Draco healed faster then you!
Harry sighed. "Is Draco. . .ok?" Luci thought for a second, "Why yes, I believe he is." "Never thought I'd say this but I'm glad. How is everyone else?"
"Well", Luci began, "The Weaselys are all quite well. Amy Malfoy is alive, as is Angelina. Granger is bossing us around as usual. Lucious Malfoy on the other hand is on the verge of death. He is burnt severely, but we should have that under control eventually. Whitney is conscious but babbling and her burns are still appalling. Tonks and the others are in tip top condition and the Death Eaters are on their way back to Azkaban."
Harry's head fell into his hands. "This is all my fault I always hurt everyone. I was stupid; I fell for Voldemort's trick again. I can't believe I ever wanted to be an Aurour. I'm so gullible."
"Harry, don't worry about that. Everyone makes mistakes. No one thought I could be an Aurour, thought I was too carefree, which I am but the point is, here I am Harry, everyone messes up. And guess what? No one died. That's good." Luci comforted embracing Harry.
"I just wanted to see Sirius again. I miss him so badly. He's the closest I could get to my father." Harry said tears gathering in his green eyes.
"Listen, we all miss him. The ones who knew him for the good man he was. I guess I could say I wouldn't mind seeing his face again." Luci said. Then she turned away from Harry, "Quite sad isn't it. How he um. . . died and all."
Harry looked suspiciously at her, "Luci what do you know about Sirius? You actually knew him didn't you, you didn't only just work on his case did you? Luci!"
Luci turned around. She let out a nervous laugh, "Well for one I know where he is."
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Ashley: Uh oh! Another trick? Did the Dark Lord enlist Luci? Or was that even Sirius who died a year ago? Suspense! Grar! Find out next time luvs!