There was an uneasy silence in the hospital wing. Neville had moved over to be next to his roommate and sit while waiting for Madam Pomfrey. Few people knew that Neville, during his younger years had visited the Weasley's when his grandmother was busy. He remembered all the red heads running around and trying to avoid them. Or them avoiding each other. It was often a mess. This moment however reminded him of when Fred and George pulled one of their earlier pranks. Everyone was blaming each other and it was incredibly awkward when they all happened to walk into the same room at the same time. Though it felt a lot less uncomfortable than the current situation.

"So, why does Hogwarts have a tree that attacks people? That seems kind of... Dangerous to have where there are a lot of kids. Or anyone for that matter."

"Well Ronnie it's simple," George (?) began.

"Please don't call me Ronnie."

"Some chaps at this school-"

"Marvelous groups of fellows-"

"They were indeed, decided to plant a lovely tree here-"

"At our lovely school in Scotland."

"Scotland?"

"Yes Scotland now hush up-"

"Yes please do keep all comments for the end of the lecture."

Ron glowered at the twins. Oh who was Neville kidding, it looked sad how his face was green, his skin was clammy and overall miserable. His eyes were slightly glassy and he looked ready to throw up. Maybe it was a good idea for him not to talk.

"Now then where were we?"

"Our lovely tree."

"Ah yes our lovely tree."

"Was enchanted to have some fun."

"Got a little carried away it did."

"So now it whomps anything that comes close enough to the Willow branches."

"That sounds about as safe as a dragon," Ron grumbled. Then silence over took the group. Eyes darted around the room, though repeatedly returned to Ron's Slytherin green hand. Charlie seemed calmer as he took a damp cloth and wiped his brow lightly. Obvious signs of his training at the dragon reserve, was his care for those who had received their ailment from the famed beasts.

"What is all this? I leave for one moment and all the Weasleys show up in my wing."

"Hello Madam Pomfrey," Bill choked out. The Weasley's raised their brows at their brother's squeak. Pomfrey didn't dissapoint and she looked pointedly at Bill. Her nostrils flared.

"Oh what trouble have you gotten into this time?"

"Trouble?"

"Bill?"

"This time?" The twins grinned at the implications.

"Nothing Madam Pomfrey. Just bringing my brothers up here after playing with the Whomping Willow."

"Just like you played with it in your fourth year?" Her face like marble, no change in emotion, only an air of indifference. Fred and George burst out laughing while Charlie and Percy looked at Bill like he had declared an undying love for Professor Snape. Neville gave a small chuckle while Ron turned even greener.

It was only from Pomfrey's many years as a mediwitch, that she was able to ensure he did not throw up on himself or anyone else.

Then, like a lion, she pounced on the twins, questioning how they had hurt themselves. Ron was astonished to see the twins' arms fixed with a flick of her wrist and wand. Out of all the magic he had seen, that was the most brilliant. To be able to make broken bones a thing of the past at a moments notice was brilliant. Almost like when a pawn makes it to the other end of the board and changes. An often ignored aspect made great and even lead to victory.

How could they shrug it off like it was nothing? Did this really happen so often that it was just a fact of life for them? Ron didn't think he'd ever be not amazed to see the magic at work. The potions, he didn't have much care for, but the spells were absolutely, "Brilliant."

Pomfrey looked at the first year lion for a moment before returning to her duties. Giving Neville a quick look, she repeated her action she had with the twins and healed his wrist. Ron watched in wonder as Neville began moving his wrist slowly, tentatively as if he was unsure it had worked. He gave a small smile finding it no longer hurt and was no longer broken.

"Off you all go. I don't want to see you back unless you're sick."

"Sure thing Madam Pomfrey."

"We're sure we won't get hurt playing Quiditch!"

"Boys."

"Here Ron," Neville handed Ron a small item, "You look like you'll be in here awhile. I know you like chocolate so..."

Ron looked down at the package. A chocolate frog. Apparently, they were 100% frog free! He opened the package tentatively, catching the frog as it leapt out. The good thing about the frogs were that once you caught them, they stopped squirming. Good thing considering he didn't even want to thing of eating a moving animal like object. He had enough from the worm he ate when he was five.

"Thanks Nev."

Neville gave a tenative grin before leaving the hospital wing. Funny how he made it out before the twins.

"Get!" Pomfrey screeched forcing the terrible two out of her facility. Her glare was enough to get Percy out of the room, though not without a look back over his shoulder. Though he was faster than the twins, he seemed to take longer to leave. He kept dropping things from his quill to a note, to almost his wand. Ron wasn't quite sure what to make of that as Percy the Prefect never seemed to be klutzy. And yet there was the definition of clumsiness. Maybe he should see Pomfrey.

Not so long after Pomfrey threatened to use sticking charms on his supplies if he didn't stop dropping them. Oddly that seemed to work as he didn't drop anything more as he left the room.

"What was that about?" Ron questioned.

"Oh. He just wanted an excuse to stay longer," the new Weasley (Bill they had said) explained, "He used to do the same to mum and dad when they were talking so he could listen in."

"Listen in to what?"

Neither Charlie or Bill said anything.

"If you didn't want to say anything,you could have just said so."

"No Ron that's not it. It's just, you should be resting. A dragon's bite is nothing to sneeze at."

Ron rolled his eyes as he snuggled down into the hospital bed. A bottle of Dreamless sleep was given to him as he prepared for the rough night ahead. He drank the contents quickly, gagging at the flavor before falling asleep.

"He's ... Tall for his age."

"Yeah. He is, isn't he Bill?"

"Weasley hair and cheek bones."

"Prewett face and skin color."

"Dad's height."

"Mum's attitude."

"Really?"

"Act first and all that."

"Ah."

Both Bill and Charlie gazed over Ron's sleeping face a moment longer. Both enjoying each other's company while trying to decide how to bring up their family before Madam Pomfrey kicked them out of the medical ward.

"What was that?"

"There really was a three headed dog," Harry muttered. In an effort to avoid Filch and his ever annoying cat and the detention that was bound to come with it, he and Hermione had ducked into one of the rooms in the third floor corridor. Harry was rethinking points versus their lives. What kind of school has a beast like that in their building? Perhaps it was one of Hagrid's. After all, a dragon made the dog look like a fluffy bunny.

"No. Beneath its feet was a trap door."

"Why would a dog be standing on a trap door?" Harry asked, not even wanting to know why she was looking at the feet when the thing had three giant, slobbery heads.

"I don't know."

So yeah. Harry and Hermione now have seen Fluffy.

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