Caligulove
Darling,
a sensitive soul is just,
a tyrant who enslaves,
all those around him,
to make certain he
is hurt, always
Hermione
5/2/11
3:26 p.m.
After a good sleep and some healing by Madam Pompfrey, I stayed in the hospital wing with Ron and Harry, waiting with Tonks and the Weasley's. The Malfoy's were on their way, bringing Teddy with them. Bill and Fleur had flooed home and told them the whole story, and both were devastated that Draco had been bitten. According to Lupin, his transformation would start soon, and just thinking about it made memories of Jenny's transformation come rushing back. The mood in the wing was one of quiet despair. None of the Weasley's could shake Fred's death, especially George.
I looked up from my hands as Madam Pompfrey pushed the curtain around Jenny's bed away, looking worried. Everyone stood up at varying levels of speed, glancing at Lupin, who was currently asleep. Jenny's face was almost as pale after her incident with the bear-trap. Her hair had been combed and pulled back, leaving her missing ear in clear view, making most of the Weasley's glance at George, who had an unreadable expression on his face. Madam Pompfrey checked bandages on her chest and frowned. "This is out of my hands. We have to at least try to admit her to St. Mungo's. It's her heart," she added as several people opened their mouths to ask questions. "Her heart was stabbed twice, on each side from two different claws."
"But what about Lupin and Draco? Lupin could go with her, but Jenny wouldn't want to leave Draco to change without anyone here. Draco could change personalities if no one helps him through this that has experience." Mr. Weasley said firmly. He crossed over to her bed and looked at her a moment. "How long could we keep her here? Her transformation was what, an hour, maybe two?"
"It was an hour and a half. I don't know if we can, it will be incredibly risky-" Madam Pompfrey broke off as Jenny stirred, then gasped and sat up straight. "Jenny, it's alright, take it easy," she said hastily yet calmly as Jenny's teeth locked and her head drooped when she hissed through her teeth in pain. Madam Pompfrey gingerly propped her up.
"Draco…Draco, is he alright? Is Lupin…healed?" Voice cracking, she stopped up short upon seeing Harry. "Impossible," she gasped painfully, putting a hand on her chest. I shared a confused glance with Ron until it hit me.
"Oh, of course! You were fighting and then you got hurt. You didn't know that Harry never died. Everyone is safe Jenny, I promise." I hurriedly came over and took Mr. Weasley's place next to her, Madam Pompfrey hovering on the other side.
"Draco…the transformation, has it started?" Jenny asked slowly, breathing weirdly.
"Not yet, but you need to calm down and stop talking. You were stabbed six times in the torso, and some hit your heart and lungs. They haven't healed all the way. I am not that experienced of a Healer. We would have sent you straight to the wizard hospital, St. Mungo's, but—" Four beds down, Draco's body suddenly stiffening stopped her up short. She immediately started over there, and Jenny went to follow her, but groaned and grabbed her chest, falling back when she flung the covers off and tried to get up.
"Jenny," I started quickly, "Jenny, stay where you are, I'll get you over there, but if you move, you'll hurt yourself further, alright?" Jenny nodded, breathing shallowly with her eyes closed. Her hand hadn't left her chest. "Will someone pick her up and move her? Now, please?" I asked, and after a moment, Mr. Weasley came back over and carefully picked her up and carried her down the ward, everyone migrating down the same way. He set her down in the bed next to Draco's, and after some magical maneuvering, put them right next to each other. Jenny felt outward with her hand, eyes still closed until she found Draco's, feebly taking his and squeezing it. After a moment of silence, he inhaled sharply, his eyes fluttering open.
"Draco…look at me." Jenny said softly, and he turned his head to look at her, starting to frown when she didn't open her eyes. "I know it…was cold, and now…it's getting hotter. I know it's starting…to burn. But…you have to…keep your memories in your head…think…about them…all the time." When she started to wheeze, Madam Pompfrey put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her.
"I thought…you'd be at a hospital." Draco said through gritted teeth with obvious effort.
"Everyone still thinks she's a criminal, but if push comes to shove, we are going to try to get her admitted. Madam Pompfrey has done all she can." Mrs. Weasley said as reassuringly as possible to the both of them as Jenny's eyes opened in surprise.
"What's going on?" Lupin was getting out of bed down the ward, and he limped halfway, then Tonks caught up and helped him along. He saw Draco and swore quietly, going to his side as he convulsed, throwing his head back, eyes squeezed shut.
"Focus on my voice," Jenny whispered quickly. "Focus on me…I know…you can." She added as Draco groaned.
"I need to go," Harry said suddenly, and I turned to look at him, furious for leaving until he explained himself hastily, seeing the glares he was getting. "If I go and try to charm the staff at St. Mungo's, maybe they'll take her. After all, I'm supposed to be the 'Hero of the Wizarding World'." Harry said dryly.
"Then I'll take Jenny with you. There is no time to waste." Madam Pompfrey said briskly, but Jenny shook her head faintly as Draco started to tremble.
"No! I'm…staying…here." Jenny panted, squeezing Draco's hand tighter. He yelled out in pain and she flinched. "Draco…I love you, I know that…you can do this." She gasped for air and his eyes opened to look at her.
"Go," he groaned, "Go, Jenny."
"If you don't, Jenny, I don't know how I'll keep you alive." Madam Pompfrey said with difficulty.
"But, Draco…I can't…leave…now. I…can't." She whispered, but I could hear the defeat in her voice. Madam Pompfrey Summoned a stretcher as she said it and Mr. Weasley picked her up again, slowly letting her down to lay flat.
"Go, go now." Lupin looked torn, looking from Draco to Jenny. I knew he wanted to go with Jenny, to make sure she got the care she needed, but that would leave Draco alone to transform leaving room for him to potentially change into a very feral and wild person, like Greyback. Madam Pompfrey started off instantly, the stretcher floating along side her. After a hesitation, I followed. We stopped in Madam Pompfrey's office.
"Now listen closely. I'm afraid to take Jenny in the Floo Network because of the ash and her lungs. The quickest way is to Apparate, so that is what we'll do." She rapped her wand on a medicine cabinet and it wavered away to reveal a roomy passageway that she immediately started downward with out a backward glance. The walk was short and silent before we found ourselves in a chamber off of the Entrance Hall. Struggling to keep up with Madam Pompfrey's brisk pace, Harry and I broke into a light jog as we descended the steps and walked the short distance until we could Apparate. "We're going to Apparate now, Jenny, are you ready?" Madam Pompfrey asked placidly.
"Just do it," Jenny breathed, and after a moment, they vanished, Harry and I turning on the spot to follow them. When we got there, Madam Pompfrey was fretting over Jenny, who, if I didn't know her better, seemed to be having an asthma attack.
"The pressure from the Apparition…no time to waste, come along," She started out again, faster this time. Where we had appeared was the sick ward for wizards who could take themselves to the hospital. Madam Pompfrey marched right up to the desk. "Alfred," she said crisply, and the man with wispy blond hair sitting there looked up and smiled.
"Ah, Poppy! What can I do for you?" He asked.
"I have a patient here who needs medical attention as soon as possible." She said, and he instantly got up, walking around his desk, but stopped up short when he saw Jenny.
"Oh, my," he squeaked, and Madam Pompfrey made an impatient noise.
"The full moon was yesterday, Alfred, and even if she wanted to hurt us, which she doesn't, she's hurt to badly to even stand up." She said firmly, but he started to shake his head.
"I cannot allow it, I'm sorry, Poppy, but I simply can't-"
"Listen," Harry said fiercely but quietly, putting a hand on the stretcher to lean closer to the man, "Jenny has saved my life more than once already. I've known her for awhile, and she wouldn't-"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Potter," Alfred was flushing now, "but she has slaughtered over twenty people in such a crude fashion-"
"Death Eaters," Jenny rasped, making him flinch wildly, "I only…harm…Death-" She broke off with a wet sounding cough, and Madam Pompfrey frowned even deeper, pushing lightly on her chest and immediately withdrawing her fingers when Jenny inhaled sharply, making her cough again.
"Alfred, she fought just as hard as any wizard yesterday, fighting werewolves on the Dark Lord's side. That's how she was hurt." I said earnestly, and Alfred opened his mouth to say something when two men appeared from nowhere. I recognized one as Dawlish, an Auror, so I assumed the other was an Auror as well.
"We received a tip saying that a dangerous criminal was here, and I see now that it was right." Dawlish said with a smirk, withdrawing his wand.
"Look at her, does she look dangerous to you right now?" Madam Pompfrey snapped impatiently, but he ignored her.
"Jenny Quinty is wanted for the murders of the Malfoy's, the Lestranges, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Nott, Crabbe and Goyle as well as countless-" He started, but Harry cut him off angrily.
"The Malfoy's are not dead, they are in hiding. And you can't possibly say that the Ministry is going to charge her for murdering Death Eaters to help destroy Voldemort! Plus, they kidnapped and tortured her and one of her closest friends, as well as killing off her entire family!" I put a hand on Harry's shoulder and he stopped shouting. By now most of the ward was looking at us curiously. Dawlish's face was bright red.
"What's this rubbish? I never thought I'd see the great Harry Potter making excuses for a crazy Muggle girl who's a werewolf to boot!" said Dawlish's partner.
"I can testify in her defense, as well as the entire Order of the Phoenix and many students of Hogwarts. We aren't lying to you, Williamson. Just please let her get the medical help she needs, and we'll explain everything." Harry said, irritated.
"Explain now, and we might let her in. This still won't make her exempt from formal charges either." Dawlish said finally, and I squeezed Harry's shoulder before he could blow up in their faces. It was at least worth a try.
"Explain quickly, I think her lungs are filling with blood from the lacerations to her heart." Madam Pompfrey said as she listened at Jenny's chest. "And as much as you want to, please don't try and talk, it will only speed things up," she told her, and Jenny nodded faintly, eyes fluttering shut again.
"I met Jenny last summer, and we became great Muggle friends. I realized that I wanted her to be safe if Voldemort actually came to power. I convinced her to say a word I had Tabooed if she was ever in trouble without telling her anything about the wizarding world. Her memories and mine will confirm it. In August, Greyback came to her house for fun, looking to kill her. She said the Taboo and fought him off until members of the Order of the Phoenix could arrive. He bit her, and since we were so close to the full moon, she was changed. We obviously couldn't put her back in her household with a modified memory, and we weren't about to kill her, so the Order started training her as a spy. Disillusioned, she spied within Voldemort's Ministry for information."
"You've broken about fifty laws, missy," Williamson started, but Madam Pompfrey gave him a death glare and he stopped talking.
"For her own safety, we moved her from our headquarters to a safe house after Kingsley Shacklebolt, who had been working at the Order tried to use an Unforgivable Curse on her for standing up for herself against his discrimination towards her. He then went to the Dark Side, and tried to kill her and Remus Lupin when they went out to transform one full moon. After that night, they learned that the two Aurors after Kingsley had stopped checking in. Everyone fled the safe house. After the next full moon, she was kidnapped by Shacklebolt and taken to the Death Eater's headquarters. She was tortured there for a month." Harry took up the story where I left off, shooting a worrisome glance at Jenny when she started to wheeze, a hand on her chest.
"She was rescued by the Malfoy's and brought back to the safe house once we learned that it's location had not been leaked to the Death Eaters. Two weeks into her recovery, she learned that the Death Eaters had gone after her family and killed all of them, and her good friend was missing. She was so angry, she started going after Death Eater's like they had her family. On one excursion, she was faced with what she thought was another Death Eater, but it was her good friend, forced into service to counter her assassinations. They rescued him as well, and continued killing Death Eaters until the battle yesterday." I said quickly, watching Jenny out of the corner of my eye.
"Hurry, hurry." Madam Pompfrey stressed. The two Aurors looked at each other.
"Fine, bring her in, but for the safety of the hospital staff and its patients and visitors, she will be treated as if she were a mental patient." Madam Pompfrey looked up furiously as Harry and I glanced at each other, confused.
"That won't be necessary, I can assure you." Madam Pompfrey said stiffly, but Dawlish shook his head.
"Either have her restrained or no treatment at all, make your choice." He said flatly. I looked at Harry as he mouthed, 'restrained?'
"Yes, fine, now move," Madam Pompfrey snapped, pushing Jenny past the desk and into the actual hospital rooms, leaving Harry and I standing there for a moment before darting after them.