Chapter 6 We've Got Visitors

He reached down and pushed her skirt up high on her thigh and ran his fingers up underneath till they encountered the elastic where her leg was in the bottom of her panties. Running the tips of his fingers along the edge he deepened the kiss. The two broke for air and both panted as his other hand came up and entered the V where the buttons of her blouse met. Slipping his hand inside he pushed under her bra and tweaked her nipple. Moaning in passion he whispered "Mione, I love you"

She nuzzled his neck as she whispered back, "I love you too Ron." Her hand descended to the snaps holding his jeans closed and as she fumbled with the snaps she said softly "Ron, ron-hey mate Ron! Wake up you git! Pssst"

Ron couldn't believe it! Who would drag him out of such a wonderful dream? Well, whoever it was they were definitely on the top of his list now. He cracked an eye open and was vaguely surprised to see it was still dark in the dorm. Never at his best when he first woke up but when you combined it with the dream he had been having and to little sleep it was a disaster waiting to happen.

"What?" he said loudly to Neville's horror.

"Shhh, will you be quiet." Neville whispered in ear. "I don't know what they are but one of them bit Dean and he's real sick now. Whatever they are they're poison." Neville's face took on a look of horror. "Don't move mate and whatever you do be quiet he hissed as he backed away from the bed. Ron felt some movement on the other side of his bed and slowly turned his head in that direction. He was face to face with a small white creature that had black eyes shaped like crescent moons turned on their side a black twitching nose and fangs bared.

Finally Ron's brain started to work and he processed what Neville had told him. 'Be quiet. Don't move and poison.' He stared at the creature till he felt his eyes cross. He wanted to blink but was afraid of what the thing would do. What it finally did do was grab a hunk of his hair and bring his face forward and sniff. That was when Ron felt more movement on his bed. Ron shifted his eyes as so that he could see as far down the bed as possible without moving anything else and what he saw were several more of the creatures climbing up to join the first. The first creature lifted the edge of Ron's covers and burled under them and started to make its way down his body. Ron could feel the claws on its paws? Hands? Whatever they were and it used them to accentuate its journey. Once it reached the bottom of his pajama top it burled under that and started back up his chest but this time without a layer of cloth in-between. Ron tried not to but he shivered at the tickling feelings of having the fur of the little creature crawling up his stomach to his chest.

From the floor he heard some chitterling sounds mixed in with some hissing. He was tempted to raise his head up enough to see over the edge of the bed to find out what had apparently excited the little buggers but just in time he remembered his somewhat precarious position and forced himself to lie still. The chitterling sounds seemed to excite the others that were on his bed. They climbed down and joined the crowd on the floor. The one under his pajama top also halted his progress and to be frank Ron wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. He wanted it up and out of his top but what happened if his bottoms were the next target. Ugg! The mental images that attacked his brain at the thought made him feel slightly ill.

Ron was in luck it seemed. The one under his pajamas scurried up and crawled out of the neck and launched himself onto the floor. Ron took the opportunity to quickly join his friends at the other end of the dorm. He couldn't believe what he was seeing though. The little buggers had thrown all of his positions out of his school trunk and were now going through his photo album. From the sounds they were making and the excited movements he thought they liked what they saw.

Ron looked over at Dean. Neville had been right. The teen was in bad shape. He was being supported by Seamus and Ron doubted that he would be able to stand without the extra support. His face was pale and sweaty and his limbs shook. They needed to get him to the hospital wing as soon as possible but how through the crowd of white midgets rhapsodizing over his photo album?

Well, he wasn't a master chess player for nothing and soon he had a plan that would hopefully get them all out of this mess. He quietly snuck over and grabbed his wand off the bedside table where he always put it before retiring for the night and once he rejoined his dorm mates he asked them quietly. "Do any of you have your wands?" The others shook their heads no. "Ok, here's what we do. The floor in front of the door is clear so I'm gonna try and levitate Neville over there. Neville when you get there wait cause the next one I'll move is Dean. Help him to the hospital wing. After Neville is you Seamus. You need to try and get some help because I can't levitate myself over there." Holding his wand in the proper position he quietly muttered the spell and Neville rose up about 15 inches into the air and started to move toward the door. It took a lot of effort and Ron was seriously doubting that he would have the strength to move Dean let alone Seamus but he did manage to get Neville in the correct place to escape and that was something at least.

As he looked around the room resting he mentally hit himself in the head. Damn, why didn't he think of that before? "Seamus, where's your wand?"

"It's on the night stand. Same place you keep yours."

Ron with an embarrassed glace at Seamus murmured the spell and summoned the wand in question. Handing it over to Seamus he quickly summoned Neville's wand and levitated it to the boy. With three casting the charm it took only a little effort before Dean had joined Neville at the door which was lucky for them because the little white guys seemed to have finally finished with his photo album and as a group they were now looking directly at him. Ron gulped as he pointed his wand at Seamus. With Neville's help he too joined the others. As the creatures started toward Ron he felt himself lifted off the ground and levitated to the other three boys. He kept his eyes closed but could hear the clear shouts of dismay from the creatures as he was lifted over them. When his feet touched the ground he was grabbed by the arm and jerked out of the room.

The four started down the stairs but didn't get much further than the fourth one. They could all see the common room floor swarming with the white things. Seamus murmured the words that all of them were thinking. "We are so screwed."

Dean's legs collapsed at that moment and the group was hard pressed to keep him from tumbling down the stairs. They lowered him to a sitting position and Seamus steadied the boy. "We gotta get some help for him. His fever is going up and the trembling is worse. All were afraid that if they didn't get the boy to Pomphrey soon that Dean would die but how?

The how was actually quite easy although it wasn't the best thing for budding egos of teenage boys. You see, all the guys had to do was slowly walk down the stairs and out the portrait hole being as quiet as they could. They found out the trick when Ginny slowly and calmly walked up the stairs and told them.

Harry woke up with the medallion warm on his chest. Sitting up in bed he thought about what he should do before he climbed out of bed. Although he hadn't given his word to Kingsley about not going anywhere without his guard he knew they expected him to cooperate with them. Giving a quick sigh Harry climbed out of bed and pulled a robe over his pajamas. He then went over and shook Kingsley's arm. "Wake up sir. My family is sending for me."

Kingsley wasn't really awake yet and Harry was about to discover that when not quite awake and not really asleep Kingsley could say anything. "Sir, I gotta go but I wanted to let you know first. Do you want to come?"

Opening his eyes then rapidly closing them Kingsley murmured "No, no it's ok. Just be back in time for dinner." He then snuggled down into his pillow and went back to sleep.

Harry shrugged and with a grin he portkeyed out. To find himself once again in the living room of his aunt and uncle's home. With a flourish he bowed at his aunt who was once again holding the medallion that was used to summon him.

"So what's going on here Aunt Petunia?" he asked.

Duddykins said you wanted us to call you if any of those things came back. Well, two of them are in your bedroom right now." She looked disgusted for a moment before she schooled her features. "Can you get rid of them and please clear out all that junk in the room for me? Perhaps you can talk to them and explain that we don't want them here. I would appreciate it if you will."

Harry smiled gently at his aunt. "I don't even know if these things can talk Aunt Petunia but I will do my best. Did Dudds warn you all to stay away from them? They are poison you know. I don't want any of you bitten again. Dudds was lucky that the poison didn't spread when he got bit before."

"He warned us about them. Do you know what they are or what they want?"

"Unfortunately I don't. At least not yet but we have a team working on finding out about them. Look, let me get upstairs so I can see what's going on. I'll do my best to help you but I can't make any promises yet. Ok?"

Petunia sighed in exasperation before giving her nephew a curt nod in agreement.

Harry turned after quick thanks and made his way upstairs. At least they had got all the junk cleared out of the hall way and you could walk through it again. Harry reached over to the door and silently swung it open. As he took in the room his heart was moved to pity. It was obvious at least to him that this was a parent with a small child and judging by how limp the child was it was sick or even dead. Not wishing to startle the parent he slowly slid through the wards and waited by the door for the larger one to stop praying or whatever it was doing and notice him. It took only moments for the larger one to sense his presences and with a hiss that turned into the most comical expression of surprise Harry had ever seen the larger one turned.

The look of awe that replaced the surprised look embarrassed the teen but he was determined to help the child if he could so he slowly started toward the two talking softly as if to a frightened wild animal which for all Harry really knew that was what they were. The mother began talking and much to Harry's surprise he could understand a word here and there. It seemed to speak in a combination of parseltongue and some sort of chittering sounds.

Harry gently picked the child up and raised it to his face and held it close to his cheek to see if he could feel breath. The baby was almost hot to the touch and if its mother was anything to go by its face was swollen and distorted. With a gentle finger he probed the cheek and felt a hard core above its mouth. It took a little doing but using very careful movements he was able to open the child's mouth. Casting a lumos he peered into the tiny mouth. Strange. It had three fangs poking through the gum but the one was covered up with swollen skin. Harry thought about it for a moment and suddenly he knew, he just knew what was killing this baby.

He quickly walked over to his old desk and opened the knee drawer and fished out a paperclip. Putting the end in his mouth he bit down squeezing it together till he had a very small u shaped end. He then worked the end of the clip into the child's mouth and positioned the u where the fang should have been. Turning the child over so he was face down over Harry's lap he gently pushed the clip up till he felt the fang break through the gum. He then used his thumb to gently milk the excess venom from the child's poison sack. A few drips on his robe and the child started to stir. It wailed in fear from the position it found itself in. Harry reached down and caught the mother up in his hand and deposited her next to her child. Tears dripped from her eyes as she scooped the young one up and hugged him tight. After that she dropped to her knees and kissed his robe.

"Hey, none of that now. Why don't you take your baby home. I think he'll be ok now." He gently stroked her fur as he pulled her up in a standing position. She scooped her child up and without a sound the two vanished. 'Well, that was interesting.' Harry thought as he got back to his feet and left the room.

Petunia was waiting for him and she invited him to have some tea as he told her what he knew about what was going on. The two retired to the kitchen and spent a surprisingly pleasant two hours talking before Harry decided he had better get back to school so with a quick hug he grabbed his portkey and returned to the school.

Back into complete pandemonium.