A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club September

Assorted Appreciation: 12 - Adelaide Brooke - Write about someone who dies in canon, living instead. Alt - Dialogue: "I haven't got time for stories."

Showtime: 25 - Epic III - (emotion) Afraid

Film Festival: 2 - (trait) kind

Assignment #4 - Charms Task 2. Write about blowing something up with Bombarda Maxima.

September Monthly: Build a bear - German Shepherd - Hannah Abbott

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Fred groaned and opened his eyes. Everything hurt. He wiggled his toes and could feel them moving in his boots. He found he could almost move his fingers, his left wrist, and his left shoulder. His right arm hurt too much. He was positive it was broken. He wondered if he could sit up, or if that would only make things worse. He could barely see in the dimness. He could see grey stone from the castle emboxing him. He remembered hearing someone yell 'Bombarda Maxima'. The wall must have exploded. Slowly he started to shift, pausing when the pain got to be too much. His arm was definitely broken. It hung limp at his side. He moved his left hand up and checked his face and head for damage. There was blood coming from his cheek. He still have both ears. That made him smile for a moment. Mum would still be able to tell him and George apart at least. His arm appeared to be the only thing broken. He worried there might be some internal injuries, but he couldn't find his wand to check. He tried to remember if he even knew the spell. Things dimmed around him and he could hear shouting. Were they winning? He hoped so. He found that while the stones were heavy, they were also not balanced very well. He could move them if he put some effort into it. He shifted a few aside and light started to stream around him.

"Someone's alive over here!" he heard a voice yell. He didn't recognize it.

"Where?" someone else asked. Fred felt the rest of the stones start to lift around him.

"Hold still, don't move! You don't want to injure yourself," the first voice stated. Fred squinted as light flooded his vision. All he could see was a silhouette of a girl with long hair.

"I'm not dead?"

"Nope," he heard her reply. He could hear people rushing around him, feel someone levitate him from the floor.

"Mind my right arm, it's broken," he explained hoping whoever was helping knew what they were doing.

"Don't worry. Madame Promfrey's going to have a look at it. Were you alone?"

"I don't know. I just woke up, I'm sorry." A soft hand touched his left shoulder. He tried to turn his head, but found it immobilized.

"Don't be. You were worried about yourself. I can't imagine how scared you must have been. Being buried alive is one of my worse fears. Well, that and tight spaces," she said.

"Can I have the honor of knowing my rescuer's name?" Fred asked after a moment.

"Sorry! I'm Hannah, Hannah Abbott. I'm a Hufflepuff." Fred felt himself being hovered towards the infirmary. Hannah followed him, slowly she slid her hand into his good one.

"Fred Weasley." He heard her giggle.

"Everyone knows who you are and that you own the joke shop. I bought some canary creams there during the summer."

"Well, you like those, you should see what we're coming up with for this next Christmas season. Matcha green tea creams that make it look like you're an evergreen tree! The needles fall off same as the feathers," Fred exclaimed. Hannah burst out laughing.

"That sounds amazing."

"You should come check them out. We're going to be releasing them in November, right before the winter holiday." Fred suddenly felt a bed beneath him. The hovering spell had been released and he was on one of the infirmary beds.

"I will, well, we're in the infirmary. Madame Pomfrey should be with you shortly. I probably should go help on the battlefield." Hannah started to pull her hand from his.

"Are we winning?"

"We won, Fred. We won." Fred smiled. Hannah's hand slid from his.

"I'm glad. Hannah..."

"Yes?"

"Um, would it be possible for you to stay? I mean, I know it's most likely just my arm, but..."

"There's nothing to be ashamed of if you're scared, Fred. And I can stay if you'd like."

"I would very much like that, Hannah." Her fingers curled around his hand.

"We might have a bit of a wait, there's a lot of injured people."

"As long as you can stay, I can handle that. Do you want to hear about the shield hats we developed?"

"I would like that very much!"