Life went on as usual. The year was almost over before Voldemort got bored and started attacking.
We were all gathered in the great hall eating dinner when Dumbledore started to speak. "Now, now, children. It has come to my attention about the recent attacks on students. Each and every one of them is alive, injured, but alive."
Oh, I forgot, snakes have been coming onto school grounds and they have been attacking every one of my friends. Neville started turning purple, Hermione was paralyzed, Ron was close to death, and Fred and George won't wake up. Harry and I are the only ones left.
"It's all my fault." Harry mutters. "Voldemort wants me. If I turn myself in to him, he'll leave everybody else alone."
"No, Harry. If you turn yourself in, Voldemort has won. He wants you to turn yourself in so there is nothing stopping him." He's been going on like this ever since Hermione got bit. You have to feel bad for the guy.
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I'm sitting in the infirmary before I go to bed like I do every night now since all this happened. Neville's awake, but he's usually sleeping because the medicine causes him to. I usually bring Hermione flowers because I don't really feel I can do much else. Madame Pomfrey is working on a cure for her but so far it's halfway done. With Fred and George I always just sit by them and hold their limp hands. Ron is awake and he'll soon be out. He only nearly died. No biggie.
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One week left at Hogwarts and if Hermione can't be turned back to normal or if Fred and George don't wake, they'll be transferred to St. Mungo's. Ron and Neville got better over time and they were released from the infirmary last week.
"Will Hermione ever get better?" Harry asks when we're eating breakfast.
"Of course she will. She's too stubborn not to." I answer.
"What about Fred and George?" Ron speaks up.
"Hmm. They haven't blown up their toilet yet so I doubt they'll be like that for much longer.
"I certainly hope so." Neville says.
"What are you losers up to? Are you still moping at the loss of that mudblood and the Weasley traitors? Ugh, that's so like you. Anyway, I'm here to offer you one last chance to be with real wizards Potter."
"I think I'd like to stay with them, thank you." Harry says calmly.
Malfoy scowls and his face turns red. "Fine then, but if you come running to me begging us to let you in, expect it not to happen."
"Who said he'd be begging some low life like you?" I ask confused. I zoned on the entire conversation and just heard 'begging us' and 'not to happen'.
"What is with that freak?" Ron asks.
"Beats me. I just hope he leaves us alone." I answer.
"Yep." Ron says.
"Guys! Guys!" Neville comes running into the great hall and stops in front of us
Ron sniffs the air and wrinkles his nose. "Geez, Neville. Did you ever think to put some axe on buddy?"
"Ignore that. So, what is it that's so important?" I ask.
"Fred and George are awake." He pants. We don't even say anything as we get up and run to the infirmary. We knock over Quirrell on the way there and we don't even stop to pick him up.
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"Fred! George!" We all shout as we enter the infirmary. We pass Hermione who is still paralyzed on the bed.
"Huh? Ron! Katie! Harry! Neville!" They shout back. It's an attempt at a shout, they really can't in their condition.
"Fred!" I say again as I pull him into a hug.
"Hey Katie! How's life?" He says cheerily hugging me back.
"Awful and boring without you!" I say into the crook of his neck.
"Aww, well now I'm back so the rest of the year will be un-awful and not boring. Say, how much of the year is left?"
We all freeze at the question and slowly turn our eyes to Fred. "On-one w-we-week." I stutter. Fred's eyes widen.
"We have one week to catch that snake!" Fred and George turn to get out of their beds and then fall back onto them. "Of course, we need to be able to move first."
"Why do we need to catch that snake?" Ron asks.
"Because that snake is working with You-Know-Who and he plans to use it on Harry and Katie. He wants to capture you two and make Katie to go through a whole lot of pain in front of Harry to make him do something. We don't know what."
"How do you know this?" I ask.
"I had a dream. The poison must have given me part of the snake's memories."
"We have to tell Dumbledore!" I say to the others.
"We'll be here." George responds tiredly. "We can't really move."
The four of us race to McGonagall's office.
READERS! Okay, I got down to the action after all the fluffy chapters. This will probably be the last time I write for a while. School starts tomorrow and that's more important. I'll update when I can which I hope will be sometime this weekend or as soon as I can. –wolfhound22