Dover, Delaware

Part one: At you like a heart attack

"Hey, Mione, what's a code blue?" Blaise asked nervously. Everyone knew that Hermione had wanted to be a doctor one day, so she knew all the medical terms.

"It means someone's going into cardiac arrest. But it's nothing major. People our age shouldn't be having heart attacks. Nothing major." She repeated to herself, trying to remember that the risks were slim to none. She snorted. Yeah right.

"Hey Blaise, we gotta get goin'. Our plane leaves in three hours, and we gotta get thru morning traffic to JFK. You know." He said as he shook his future brother in law's hand and gave Mione a hug.

"Raz, you're gonna be there, right?" asked his baby sister as she grabbed his hand and squeezed nervously.

"Baby K, I wouldn't miss it for the world, you know that." He sighed, "But I don't know who I should bring. Rhonda and I broke up for good." Rhonda was a Draco roadie, and slept around a lot. She had a pregnancy scare when she had done it with Blaise so she had stayed with him. Last week, she had got her period. Go figure.

"Lucky duck you are, little bro. No baby for you to worry about." MK said, absentmindedly rubbing her belly with her opposite hand.

"Huh? I thought that Blaise was older than you, Bo?" Hermione said questioningly to the brother and sister pair.

"He is, but he sold me his birthright when I was six and when he was eight for a cookie." MK remarked

Blaise shrugged, "What? I'm a sucker for cookies, especially chocolate chip ones."

Hermione grinned, "Oh, I get it. So she's the middle child. A little bit of a brat, eh?"

"HEY! I am not a brat." MK said as she dug her nails into the hospital chair, getting a strained wrist, "But Raz certainly could use a reality check now and again. I know I needed one." She gritted her teeth as the sirens started to go off in the hospital from the ambulances.

"I think we have to go now," Ron said, "We might not catch our flight if we don't leave now." MK waved bye to Hermione and gave Blaise one last hug.

"Mione, if anything changes with Draco's health, don't hesitate to call, okay?" Ron said as he led his fiancée out the door before she could harm anything (or anyone).

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Mark was still panicking as the DR was leaving, "The Chosen One? There's a chosen one? And you have everyone's lives planned out?"

The Ruler waved goodbye, "Goodbye Mark. See you in a little while." Then everything went black and Mark started to have bad dreams. Or were they dreams?

A doctor was standing over gun yelling 'Clear! Clear' and was giving his chest shocks with those paddle things. Then he started to breathe in. Out. In. Out.

A/N: Hello! I wrote this but I had to type it and got stuck in some sticky situations and more got piled up. Then today I got sick and so I had time to type. YAY!

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