The entire Weasely household was awoken that night by a bloodcurdling scream.
We all got up and ran into the hallway at the same time, looking around, dazed, as the screaming continued.
My stomach threatened to strangle itself when it hit me who the only person missing was.
I was the first one into Allyson's room, closely followed by everyone else. Allyson was on her bed, screaming and squirming in pain.
"George!" she gasped. "George make it stop! Make the pain stop!"
"Aly," I cried. "Aly, what's wrong? What hurts?"
"Make it stop!" she screamed again. "Make it stop hurting!"
"Aly, what hurts?" I cried frantically, my eyes searching for some sign of what could be hurting her.
"She needs to get to St. Mungo's!" Dad cried.
"How!?" I asked.
"Apparate of course!" Ginny cried.
"No!" Allyson screamed. "No! My head!"
"Your head hurts?" I asked.
"Yes!" she screamed.
"Then she can't apparate," I said, freaking out.
"She has to!" Dad yelled. "It's the fastest way."
I grabbed her arm and instantly we were in the front office of St. Mungo's, several healers already on their way to find out what was going on.
Before I knew what was happening, Allyson was being pulled away from me.
"Wait!" I cried, desperately trying to follow. A stern looking healer turned towards me.
"You can't go back there," she says.
"I have to!" I cried, not caring how much attention I attracted. "She's-I-I can't-I have to!"
Her face softened, and she lay a hand on my shoulder. "You can't do anything for her now," she pointed out. "The best thing you can do for her is fill out a sign-in sheet. I know it's hard, but you have to let us do our job."
I nodded vaguely, my heart breaking into a million pieces.
After she left, I fell into one of the waiting room chairs, and all I could think was that for the second time I was helpless as someone I cared about was in danger.