Chapter 83: Madame Pumfrey?
By the next morning, Ron's bitten hand had gotten worse.
"You should go to Madame Pumfrey." Hermione stated, looking at the swollen hand.
"That's what I suggested yesterday, but he wouldn't do it."
"I don't know. What if she could recognize a dragon bite?"
"Ron has a point."
"Harry!" Hermione shouted, "Look at his hand! He needs someone to take a look at it."
Phoenix looked at Ron's hand. 'He needs someone to look at it. But we can't risk the word and issue of a dragon out. I wonder if I can get Aunt Prue to heal it or should I ask Wyatt? Aunt Prue would more than likely tell mom. Wyatt won't if I ask. And he has access to memory dust. I'll ask Wyatt somehow…..'
"Hey, let's go get breakfast." Harry suggested, pulling Phoenix out of her thoughts.
She looked around, noticing Hermione and Ron gone. "Where did Ron and Mione go?"
"They are fighting all the way to the Great Hall. Ron's stomach got the best of him and took his mind off his hand. You were too deep in thought to realize they left. What were you thinking about, anyway?"
"Trying to figure out not to get Madame Pumfrey involved, but still get Ron's hand checked."
"Did you find one?"
She looked at him and smiled. "I think I just did."
It was that afternoon when Phoenix noticed the change in Ron's hand.
"Ron!" Phoenix shouted, grabbing his hand as the four of them stopped.
Ron gulped, looking at his pukied looking hand. "What am I going to do! I'm going to lose my hand because of that dragon!" he whined.
"What is causing it to turn green?" Harry asked.
"It looks as if Norbert's fangs were poisonous." Hermione answered while she examined his hand.
"Poisoned!" Ron squeaked again, causing other people to look at them in the hall. "That's it, I'm doomed."
Phoenix looked around, hoping everyone would continue walking, and looked at her friends. The idea of Wyatt helping didn't seem like a bad idea at all. "Why don't you two head to class. I'll take Ron to the hospital wing. I was there when he got bit, so it would be better for me to take him. We can come up with a plan on the way."
Harry and Hermione both shook their heads in agreement. They took one last look at Ron's hand before heading off to class, telling them they will let their professor know where they were going. When they were at a suitable distance, Ron and Phoenix started going the opposite direction towards the hospital wing, or that's what Ron thought they were heading. Instead, Phoenix grabbed a hold of Ron's arm and directed him in a different direction. Before Ron had any time to react, she placed her finger over his mouth to quiet him, looked around and orbed out.
When they orbed back, Phoenix let go of Ron, who ran over to a corner to puke. After he finished, he looked back over at his friend.
"What the heck was that! What did you do?" He asked, then looked around, noticing they were not in the hall anymore, but in the room Harry showed him the mirror. He must have shown it to Phoenix as well. "How did we end up here?"
"Ron, calm down," she asked before she placing a silencing spell around the room. "First off, sorry you got sick. Most people do if they never have orbed before. I orbed us here. I didn't think we would have had enough time to walk here with how bad your hand looked."
Ron looked at her in disbelief. "What is orbing?"
"It's a form of transportation." She answered without giving away too many details. "Now, let's get that hand healed."
"I thought that was what we were doing before all this!" He squawked.
She rolled her eyes, ignoring him, before tilting her head up to the ceiling. "Wyatt! Wyatt, I need you! It's your cousin Phoenix!"
Ron watched her continue to call for this "Wyatt" person at the ceiling, like some crazy witch. He was getting ready to ask what she was doing until he saw white and blue orbs floating down from the ceiling. His eyes got big as saucers when they formed into a person.
"What did you do this time?" a tall, clean-cut young man said, his arms crossing his chest. Phoenix stuck her tongue out at him as he laughed and gave her a hug. He pulled her away and looked at her clothing. "Wow, I never thought I would see the day. You in a skirt and a uniform?"
"Shut up! I asked for pants, but they wouldn't allow it."
Wyatt smirked and looked around the room. "This room looks cool, would be interesting to see the rest of this place."
"Well, we don't have time for it. Maybe next time… I need you to heal my friend Ron's hand."
"Ah, the real reason you called me, and I thought it was to see my beauty." Wyatt gave her a cheesy smile, then looked over at Ron and held out his hand. "Hi, I'm Wyatt, Nix's cousin."
Ron continued to stare; his eyes still big as saucers. Phoenix walked over to him, waving her hand in front of him. When that didn't work, she punched him on the shoulder.
"Ow!" Ron said, blinking and rubbing his shoulder. "What was that for?"
"My cousin was introducing himself. Plus, flies were laying eggs in your mouth." She said to him.
Ron cautiously took Wyatt's hand and shook it, "Sorry, Ron Weasley".
"I was wondering if you were him. Nix was telling me about her friends. So, let's look at this hand, shall we?"
Ron looked at Phoenix like a child asking mom permission. "It's okay Ron, he is a healer." She said to him, and Ron offered Wyatt his swollen hand.
"Wow, yep, this hand needs healing." Wyatt.
"Yeah, genius, that's why I called you. Would you heal it?"
"Don't you have a nurse or something?" Wyatt asked, looking over at his cousin. Seeing the look on her face told him what he needed to know. "Oh, one of those. Seriously, what did you do?" Wyatt asked her, while placing his hand over Ron's.
Ron looked down, seeing a golden glow coming off Wyatt's hand. He saw the green fading and felt the swell going away. When his hand was at normal size, Wyatt let it go. Ron looked at his hand in amazement.
"Okay Phoenix, now tell me what happen."
"Oh, well…. Ron and I were helping Hagrid with his pet dragon and…."
"Wait, wait, you're saying a dragon bit him?" Wyatt asked, seeing his cousin nod. "Phoenix, dragons are not real."
"Well, that's what I thought as well, until I saw one hatch in front of my eyes. And what do you mean by not real? You conjured up one when you were a baby."
Wyatt rolled his eyes. "That wasn't an actual dragon, Nix."
"Then explain the bite."
"Snake?" Wyatt shrugged.
Phoenix rolled her eyes and looked over at Ron. "You okay, Ron?"
Ron looked at Phoenix with a dazed look. "Uh, I think so? What did he do to me?" He squeaked.
"Only healed you. I could have done worse." Wyatt said.
"Wha?" Ron started, then looked between the two. "What do you mean?"
"Nothing, don't take him too seriously… on some things."
"Hey, Ron, was it? Are dragons real?"
"Of course! My brother Charlie works with them." Ron responded with a proud grin.
Wyatt looked back at Phoenix. "I'll believe it when I see it."
"Okay, fine."
"Excuse me?"
"We are planning on getting rid of the dragon on Saturday night. I'll sneak you in to see it before it leaves."
Wyatt eyed his cousin. "Okay, what is the catch?"
She nodded towards Ron, "Please don't tell mom or Aunt Prue about this. They will kill me. They are already mad about me telling Hermione."
"Mione knows what?" Ron asked.
"Oh, nothing Ron," Phoenix said, then went back to Wyatt. "I would love you forever if you, you know, wiped his memory."
"Oh, there is the catch. Well, you are in luck. I have dad's stash." He said with a cheesy grin, walking over to Ron.
Ron looked at him skeptically. "Don't worry, this won't hurt." Wyatt said. He reached into the pouch and brought some powder and blew it in Ron's face. "Okay Ron, you will go to…."
"Madame Pumfrey."
"Madame Pumfrey, and tell her you think you have a fever and headache. You will forget everything you have heard and seen here today. You will also forget me. Now you will go." Wyatt said.
The moment Wyatt stopped talking Ron, went up to Phoenix. "I think I'm going to Pumfrey. I'm not feeling too well." Then he left.
Wyatt turned back to his cousin. "This dragon better be worth it."
"It is," she smiled.
Then Wyatt orbed out, leaving Phoenix alone.