Ginny stretched. "She's fine," the healer said to George. "A few bruises, and a sleeping spell. You were right to petrify her, but there wasn't really anything wrong. She'll probably be fully awake in about ten minutes."
George nodded and looked around. "I suppose I should owl my family, let them know that she's been found," he said.
"FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY! WHERE ARE YOU?" came his mother's voice, from the waiting room.
"Or not," said George.
The Healer raised an eyebrow. "Go talk to her, lad," she advised.
George stepped through the door. "Mum!" he said. "So you saw the clock-"
"OF ALL THE STUPID, IRRESPONSIBLE TRICKS TO GET UP TO!" Molly Weasley shouted. "TAKING OFF WITHOUT TELLING ANYONE, WITHOUT LEAVING SO MUCH AS A NOTE-"
An orderly tapped her arm. "Ma'am, you're in a hospital. Could you would please not shout in here?"
Molly Weasley swallowed hard. "You two take off without telling anyone, without asking anyone-what if whoever had Ginny had caught you too? We might have had to hunt for all three of you-to rescue more hostages-which would have been much harder-worried sick-FRED! OH, MERLIN, YOU'RE HURT!"
George turned to see his twin. His eyes widened. Fred was covered in blood.
"Mum, wait!" Fred said. "I'm fine, it's not mine."
"THEN GINNY-GINNY'S HURT-"
"Ginny's fine, Mum," George said. "Just a sleeping spell and some bruises."
"THEN WHO-" Mrs Weasley began, pushing past Fred into the second room.
A Healer was bent over the still blond figure in the bed. A clear plastic bag hung on a stand; a tube ran down, ending in a needle. The Healer gripped the pale man's good arm, and quickly pushed the needle in. The bag was full of a dark red fluid. George stared at it, confused.
The Healer stood and nodded to the Weasleys. "Ah, good," he said. "We've got the bleeding under control, and the transfusion seems to be working fine. I'll come back in a few hours to regrow his left arm."
"Why," asked Mrs Weasley, "are you putting a needle in his arm?"
"Blood transfusion," the Healer explained. "It's a Muggle technique."
"MUGGLE TECHNIQUE!" Mrs Weasley demanded. "You're using MUGGLE MEDICINE? WHY?"
The healer frowned. "Sometimes it's the best solution," he said. "He's mostly in danger from blood loss, now. And there's no potion or salve or charm that works better than just putting blood back in him. And since you don't need magic to do it, the Muggles are better at it than we are." He nodded at the bag. "Now, if you'll excuse me? Perhaps you'd better go tell the registration desk who my patient is."
George stepped closer to the bed. "Who was it, anyway?"
"You're not going to believe this," Fred said.
"Try me."
"It's Malfoy. It's Draco bloody Malfoy."
"Fred, your language!" scolded Mrs Weasley.
"That wasn't strong language, Mum, that was a description," Fred said.
"Should we go check on Ginny?" George suggested.
"Malfoy. Bloody Malfoy," Fred muttered, softly enough that his mother couldn't hear. "So was he rescuing her or kidnapping her?"
"I don't know. Maybe we should ask Blinky," George replied.
"I don't think he knows."
"Mm."
George looked at the reception room. It looked like the entire family had arrived. Plus Hermione Granger and Dean Thomas.
Mr Weasley stepped forwards. "That was very foolish, boys," he scolded. "Foolish. You might have been captured as well-"
"Dad?" said a voice behind him. Mr Weasley turned around. Over his shoulder, George could see Ginny.
"Mum?" she continued. "Why am I in a hospital, and why are my robes covered with blood?"
