Chapter three
Hermione hugged her confused parents one more time.
"Three days?" her mother asked again. Hermione nodded before letting go of her and walking over to Ron.
"Love you!" her parents called. Hermione wiped her eyes before they overflowed. She knew they hadn't a clue what she was doing, and even more they didn't have a clue what had happened all year.
"Aw, 'Mione," Ron said, putting his arm around her. She stopped crying, as they started to walk in this fashion.
"God this is nice," Ron thought, and for one horrific moment he thought he had said it out loud.
"Look there's Mr. and Mrs. Dursley!" Hermione exclaimed before running over to two rather bored looking people. Ron followed, still shaken from what just happened.
"Yes, three days at least," Ron walked over as Hermione finished her speech. He noticed that Mr. Dursley looked as though he couldn't care less, thought Harry's aunt actually looked worried.
"Is he definitely alright?" Mrs Dursley begged. Hermione nodded.
"Of course!" she nearly yelled. The Dursley's nodded and turned away, leaving Hermione and Ron alone, but not for long.
"Ronny!" came a high pitched voice.
"Our lickle baby brother!" came an identical one. Two tall red heads stalker over towards them.
"Fred, George!" Ron exclaimed, grinning. They came over and hugged him awkwardly.
"It's so sad about-".George said trailing off. Fred nodded looking distraught.
"Here Fred, where's Mum?" Ron questioned quickly.
"She's with the order," George answered.
"We're here instead," Fred finished. Ron nodded.
"Harry's sick," Ron said simply.
"What's wrong?" Fred said gasping.
"Somebody took control of his mind earlier, he's unconscious," Hermione muttered. Fred looked shocked, and George looked outraged.
"So we're going to St. Mungo's with him," Ron said firmly. His two brothers nodded.
"Of course, c'mon then!" Fred said.
"What?" Ron asked, confused.
"Well you don't think we'd leave Harry with you two losers, do you?" George rolled his eyes. Hermione let out a giggle.
"See?" George pointed.
"You need us to keep morale high," Fred said dramatically.
"Fine!" Ron moaned, "But we're going now, how's mum going to know were we're going?" Ron asked quickly. Fred and George started to laugh.
"We brought back up," George pointed behind him. Standing there was a very awkward looking Percy Weasly.
"WHAT!" Ron yelled. Fred nearly chocked on his laughter.
"He's said sorry," George yelled so Percy heard him.
"C'mon then, let's leave the traitor alone," Ron muttered darkly. Hermione nodded coldly. Fred started to breath again. He threw Percy a dirty look.
"Ron, we're not talking to him!" Fred moaned. Ron narrowed his eyes.
"Neither are we," Ron replied, pointing at himself and Hermione. After five minutes of staring angriliy at each other Hermione broke the silence.
"THE TRAINS LEAVING IN TWO MINUTES!" Hermione yelled. Ron nodded.
"Fine!" George grinned, a twinkle in his eye.
"THE WIZARD WHO BETRAYED HIS WHOLE FAMILY AND LEFT US FOR DEAD AND NOW IS SUCKING UP TO US, WE WANT YOU TO TELL OUR MOTHER THAT HARRY IS SICK AND WE'RE GOING TO ST. MUNGO'S WITH HIM, CAN THAT TRATOR TELL OUR MOTHER THAT?" George yelled before pushing them towards the barrier.
"Brilliant!" Fred enthused. They ran through the barrier only stopping to glance at Percy, whole had turned as red as a tomato.
"Bloody brilliant," Fred repeated.