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NAZ1 - I can't say much about Rory.. that would be nice to get some help! THx.

Anonymous - I will.

Wow - Yeah he's changed, alittle out of character eh? Oh well.. I love him hehe.

Star Dust13 - Yeah fluffyness!

Cinnamon Angel - Too much havoc.. haha its coming.

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"Yes sir, what happened?" my voice croaked. Please don't let anything bad happen!!

"Would you come with me to my office?" Dumbledore gently asked as he walked towards

his office. I did not need to answer, we both knew that I would follow him.

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"Miss Weasley," the white haired man answered, "There has been an accident."

Those last 5 words rang through my head several times as I thought of the possible

things that could of happened to Rory.

"What happened?" I could feel the tears in my eyes.

Professor Dumbledore gave a weak smile and replied,

"Mr.Cich was riding on his broom with Mr.Klow, Mr.Mink, Mr.Vin and Mr.Stevens. They

were playing tag and Rory wasn't watching where he was heading to..."

"And?" I squeaked. Please don't let Rory be dead!

"He hit the Whomping Willow." Dumbledore stated with wet, sparkling eyes,

"The tree hit him numerous times... he's unconscious right now."

Between sobs I asked, "Can I see him?"

"Certainly."

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When we arrived at St.Mungo's Hospital, the nurse led us to Rory's room.

As we walked down the hall I saw several patients, many were screaming

as the doctor's tried to give them potions, some gave me dirty looks as I passed by.

"Here's the room, please be quiet." the nurse whose name was Judy politely asked,

"the other patient in this room is sleeping."

"Of course," Dumbledore gave a quick smile as we entered. I quickly followed

clumsily. I was so scared of what I would see. I took a deep breath and went behind

the curtain.

Rory had several bruises and cuts. His head was wrapped and the whiteness of the

bandage was slightly red. He had a black eye and a bruise on his cheek. One of his

legs and one of his arms were in a cast. It was a horrible sight.

Dumbledore pushed me forward, "Anything you want to say?"

"Uhh.." I looked back at him but he all I saw was a swishing curtain.

I went up to the bed and sat down on the wooden chair beside it.

Taking a deep breath, I touched his hand and looked at his face.

"Hey Rory," I casually greeted as I held my tears back.

The playful, sweet, little boy I knew was gone and left with a motionless doll.

"I had to serve detention for the unsufferable git and he kept smiling as he gave

me detention. I think he was going to pee his pants." I chuckled...