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Chapter 27

More Woes of Mrs. Weasley

Sirius bolted out of the Courtroom and into the side chamber with a shrunken sack full of Galleons in his pocket to announce the good news. "GUESS WHAT?!?!? There's no one here." So he dashed out of the room and into a wall. "Ouch." He kept running until he reached a plain black door. He opened it and the room started spinning.

"Darn it!"


"Where are they?" Hermione exclaimed, concerned. "What if they got caught? What if a Dementor got them? What if I got number seven wrong on my Potions assignment?"

"Hermione, I don't think any of those things happened," Ginny replied.

"That still leaves the question of 'where are they'!"

"Calm down, Hermione. Harry, Ron, and Heather are perfectly capable of taking care of themselves."

"Well, what about Sirius then?!?!?!? What happened to him?!?!??!?!?!?!??!??!!"

"HERM-OWN-NINNY!!!!!!!!!! MR. BLACK VAS CLEARED!!!!! HE'S CLEARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Viktor! How do you know?"

"It vas the rat, Herm-own-ninny! The rat vas in Bulgaria and I recognized it from the story you told me about Mr. Black. So I brought it here and it vas a man, Herm-own-ninny! The man you told me about!"

"That's absolutely wonderful!!!!!!!! Where is he?!?"

"Uhh…Mr. Black or the rat?"

"Sirius!!!!!!! Where is he!?!?"


"SPIDERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M GOING TO DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Ron, you're not going to die, just stay calm."

"You expect me to stay calm?!?!? How can I stay calm?!?!?"

"This door must be sealed somehow," Heather mused. "If we could just figure out…RON, LOOK OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Ron screamed in agony as a large black spider sank its giant fangs into his leg.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Ron immediately paled and fell to the floor.

"RON!!!!!!!!!!!" Harry yelled.

All of a sudden, Sirius heard a muffled scream, followed by a shout of "RON!!!!!!!!!!!" from Harry. It was coming from the door directly in front of him.

He burst into the room to find Harry and Heather surrounded by a large number of acromantulas, and Ron unconscious some feet away.

Sirius then bellowed the first spell he could think of, "Incendio!"

One of the spiders blew up. The rest turned and advanced on Sirius instead.

"Dang it! RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Heather and Harry ran out after Sirius, carrying Ron. They hurriedly slammed the door shut and leaned against it, for fear of the angry spiders knocking it off its hinges.

The room started spinning again. "Hurry! We have to get him to St. Mungo's!"

"Yeah Sirius, you're gonna just waltz into St. Mungo's with an unconscious kid and nobody will cause any trouble at all."

"Nope."

"Umm…"

"Sorry, forgot to tell you. I WAS CLEARED!!!!!!!!!"

"You were WHAT?!?!?!?"


"He got bit by an acromantula!!! HELP!!!!!!"

Harry and Heather (and Sirius, who was under the Invisibility Cloak) were trying to explain Ron's situation to the Healers at St. Mungo's. They were failing miserably.

"How does someone waltz out in public and get bitten by an acromantula?"

"It's a long story, but if he doesn't get help soon he's going to die!!!!!!!!!"

"Let's take a quick look to make sure this is serious…HOLY MACKEREL!!!!!! I NEED HEALERS OVER HERE STAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

A crowd of Healers swarmed around Ron and carried him off to a nearby room. Harry and Heather (and Sirius) sat down in some chairs waiting.


"Okay, I'm really starting to think that Dementors got them. Where are they?"

"Hermione, I'm sure they're fine," Remus consoled her.

"Oh, but I have this weird feeling, I just know something is wrong!" Hermione cried.

"Fine! We'll go check St. Mungo's and see if any of them are there. Will that make you feel better?"

"Yes."

"Oh, yeah, we just walk into St. Mungo's and ask, 'I'm sorry, but you haven't admitted Sirius Black today, have you?'" Ginny muttered sarcastically.

"Oh, let's just go, please!"

"Fine!"


"I'm sorry, but you haven't admitted Heather Windling today, have you?" Hermione asked the wizard at the information desk in St. Mungo's.

"No, I'm sorry."

"Ummm…Harry Potter?"

"Nope."

"Ron Veasley?"

"Sorry."

"Told you, Hermione. They're perfectly fine," Ginny smirked. "Now let's –"

"Wait!" the Healer cried. "I did admit a Ron Weasley, now that you mention it. He has a serious acromantula bite. Could be fatal."

"WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"

"Room 162 to your left."

The four of them dashed down the hallway to room 162 to find an unconscious Ron in a bed with Healers grouped together around him. Ginny stared, Hermione started sobbing, Krum tried telling Hermione that "It vill be alright", and Remus tried to console both of them, but with no effect.

A Healer stepped out of the room. "Are you relatives of Ronald Weasley?"

Ginny spoke up. "I am."

"Well, I thought you should know, it doesn't look too good. We're doing the best we can, but I'm afraid it might be too late. You all can come see him in a couple of minutes."

Hermione, Ginny, Remus, and Krum spotted Harry and Heather. Hermione sat next to them, only to be pushed off the chair.

"AAHHH!" Hermione shrieked. "What was that for, Harry?"

"Wasn't me," Harry told her. "You just sat on Snuffles."

"Oh. Sorry, Snuffles." She sat next to Heather instead.

While the seven of them waited anxiously for word of Ron's condition, Viktor explained how Sirius was cleared, since he couldn't very do it himself.

"Vell, I vas visiting some of my friends at Durmstrang ven I noticed that there vas a rat scurrying down the hallvays. Durmstrang almost never has any rats, since ve have a lot of cats in the school."

"Ooh, are they Bulgarian kneasles?? I'd just love to see one, they're fascinating!"

"Uh, I do not think they are kneasles, Herm-own-ninny. Anyvay, I noticed that the rat had a bit of silver by its paw. I thought that vas strange, but then I remembered the story you told me about Peter Pettigrew. I figured that is vas him, so I stunned him and brought him to your ministry. I found your friend, Tonks, vas it?"

"Yes, Tonks. Go on," Harry prompted.

"Vell, she took me to the Vizengamot and then ve came in and saved Mr. Black. The rat said in the trial that he vas at Durmstrang to recruit Death Eaters."

"So young?" Remus asked.

"Apparently."

After five more hours of awkward silence, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley appeared.

"Is he alright? What happened? What's this fuss about an acromantula? Where's Ron?"

"It's a long story," Harry explained. "We were at the Ministry of Magic to go help Snuffles and they were going to kill him, give him the Demetor's Kiss anyway, and then they didn't so we waited by the door and then we ran away because Ron sneezed and people came and we ran into the Department of Mysteries by accident and we got lost and then we found Professor Windling and then we went into this room and there were a bunch of really big spiders and we couldn't get out and then one bit Ron and then Snuffles ran into the room and we all got out and then we came here and they wouldn't admit him but then they did and we've been here ever since, and that's what happened to Ron."

"Can you go back to the part about Snuffles getting killed? Who's Snuffles?? What on earth were you doing in the Ministry of Magic in the first place?? Why aren't you at Hogwarts where you should be?!?"

"Okay, Snuffles is, uh, well…he can't really go out in public without the whole wizarding world going into a state of panic, so I can't really say his name out loud. But, I assure you, he's a very responsible godfather."

"You mean…Sir – Snuffles is…cleared?!?!?!? But what does this have to do with Ron?"

"Well, we kind of went to the Ministry of Magic to go get him, but then we all ran out because somebody was going to see us, and we ended up in the Department of Mysteries."

"How do you know the way to the Department of Mysteries?" Mr. Weasley questioned.

"Well, we weren't really trying to get in there in the first place."

"This is so confusing. How did they find out about Snuffles, anyway?"

"How should I know??"

"So pretty much if it weren't for Snuffles we wouldn't even be here?"

"Well, it wasn't his fault!" Harry protested.

"You mean to tell me that it's all because of your godfather that my son is in intensive care?!? OUCH!!!!!!!!!" Sirius had kicked Mrs. Weasley in the shin.

"Well, if it wasn't for him, both me and Professor Windling would also be in intensive care."

"I-it-uh-fine."

"You know, I think I'll go get us some snacks. Anyone want something?"

"No, Remus, I think we're all fine."

"Right. I'll be going."

"What-what about…"

"Vell, Mrs. Veasley, your son has survived a lot of things. I think he vill be fine."

"But what if he's not fine?!?!?!?!?!? If anything serious happens I will personally hex Snuffles into oblivion! OUCH!!!!!!!!" Sirius kicked her again. "WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!?"

"Ummm, you may not have realized that the person you're talking about hexing into oblivion is sitting in that empty chair right next to you," Hermione pointed out.

"Great. Just great." Mrs. Weasley began to cry.

"Don't worry, Molly. Ron's going to be alright."

At that moment, a Healer came out of Ron's room. She had a grim expression on her face. "I'm sorry…"

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