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Ginny's expression turned stern, her eyes flashing with a mix of emotions.
"Harry, I mean it," she said, her voice firm. "You better not take this type of risk again to save me."
Harry looked at her, his eyes searching.
"I won't promise that, Ginny," he replied. "I'll always put you first."
Ginny's face softened, her voice cracking.
"Don't say that, Harry. You're important to me too. I couldn't bear it if anything happened to you."
Harry's expression gentled, his voice reassuring.
"I know, Ginny. But I couldn't bear it if anything happened to you either. We're in this together, always."
Ginny's eyes searched his, her gaze lingering.
"Promise me you'll be more careful, then," she said finally.
Harry nodded, his smile wry.
"I promise I'll try, Ginny. But I can't promise I won't put myself in harm's way to protect you. That's just who I am."
Ginny's face fell, but she knew she couldn't change him. She nodded reluctantly.
"Fine. But don't think I won't be keeping an eye on you, Harry James Potter."
Ginny's eyes narrowed, her voice taking on a persuasive tone.
"Okay, fine. I know I can't change you, but promise me one thing," she said.
"What's that?" Harry asked, his expression wary.
"Promise me that at least for today, you won't put yourself in harm's way again," Ginny said, her eyes pleading.
Harry hesitated, his jaw clenched.
"I don't know, Ginny..." he began.
But Ginny's expression turned fierce.
"Promise me, Harry! Just for today. I can't take it if anything else happens to you," she exclaimed.
Harry sighed, his shoulders sagging.
"Fine...I promise. For today, I'll be careful," he said reluctantly.
Ginny's face lit up with a relieved smile.
"Thank you, Harry. I just can't...I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you," she whispered.
Harry's expression softened, his eyes gentle.
"I know, Ginny. I feel the same way about you," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
Just then, the whole Weasley family burst into the garden, chatting and laughing as they began to prepare for the evening's party. Ginny, still gazing into Harry's eyes, leaned in to kiss him, but hesitated, remembering his discomfort with public displays of affection.
Instead, she smiled mischievously and pecked him on the cheek.
"Thanks for being careful, Harry," she whispered, her eyes sparkling.
Harry's face flushed, but he smiled, relieved.
"No problem, Ginny," he replied, his voice low.
Molly, bustling over to them, beamed with approval.
"Ah, Ginny, dear, I see you're taking care of our Harry," she said, winking.
Ginny rolled her eyes good-naturedly.
"Mum, stop teasing," she said, laughing.
Arthur, meanwhile, clapped Harry on the back.
"Good lad, Harry! We're glad to have you as part of the family," he boomed.
Harry's face lit up with a warm smile, feeling grateful for the Weasleys' acceptance.
As evening fell, the Weasley garden was transformed into a vibrant party scene. A colorful tent stood tall, filled with balloons and streamers, while the sound of laughter and music filled the air. The guests began to arrive, and the Weasleys welcomed them with warm smiles.
Just then, Mrs. Tucker, affectionately known as Grandma, appeared at the garden gate, accompanied by Harry's mischievous cat, Kluer. "Happy Birthday, dear Ginny!" Grandma exclaimed, beaming. Ginny rushed to hug her, delighted. "Grandma! Thank you so much for coming!"
Harry's eyes lit up as he scooped up Kluer, cradling the cat in his arms. "Kluer! You're here!" Harry exclaimed, earning a soft purr from the contented feline. Grandma smiled, pleased to see Harry and Ginny so happy.
As the evening unfolded, more guests arrived, including Ginny's relatives from the Weasley and Prewett sides. Aunt Muriel, Uncle Bilius, and their children, among others, came to join in the celebration. The garden was filled with the sound of laughter and chatter as the family reunited.
"We're so proud of you, Ginny!" Aunt Muriel exclaimed, hugging her niece tightly. "You're growing up to be a talented young witch!" Ginny blushed, pleased by the praise.
As the evening wore on, Aunt Muriel's sharp tongue began to lash out, targeting Harry with her usual mocking tone.
"Look at him, standing there like a scarecrow," Aunt Muriel sneered. "Really, Harry, you should dress better. You're not exactly the most stylish wizard, are you?"
Ginny's face flushed with annoyance, but Harry just smiled good-naturedly.
"I'm not trying to win a fashion contest, Aunt Muriel," Harry replied, unfazed.
But Aunt Muriel wouldn't let up. "And that hair! It looks like you stuck your finger in a socket. Really, Harry, you should get a decent haircut."
Ron and Twins exchanged a sympathetic glance, but Harry just chuckled.
"I think I'll stick with my usual look, thanks, Aunt Muriel," Harry said, his eyes twinkling.
Ginny, however, had had enough. "Aunt Muriel, that's enough!" she exclaimed, her voice firm. "Harry's just fine the way he is."
Just then, Luna Lovegood floated into the garden, her ethereal presence commanding attention. Ginny's eyes widened in surprise, having been told that Luna had declined the invitation.
"Luna! I thought you weren't coming!" Ginny exclaimed, rushing to hug her lost best friend.
"I wasn't going to," Luna replied, her voice dreamy. "But Harry came to visit me and explained everything. I'm so glad he did."
Ginny's curiosity got the better of her. "Did your family tell you I was having a party?" she asked, wondering if Luna's eccentric relatives had been truthful.
Luna's expression turned serious. "No, Ginny, they didn't lie to me. I really wasn't going to come. But Harry's visit changed my mind. He told me how much you wanted me to be here, and I couldn't resist."
Ginny's eyes shone with happiness. "I'm so glad you're here, Luna. I've missed you so much!"
Luna smiled, her eyes sparkling. "I've missed you too, Ginny. Let's not lose touch again, okay?"
Ginny sought out Harry, her eyes shining with gratitude. "Harry, thank you so much for bringing Luna here," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "This is the best birthday present I could have asked for – having my best friend back." Harry smiled, pleased with himself. "I'm glad I could make it happen."
Ginny's curiosity piqued, she asked, "How did you manage to convince her to come?" Harry chuckled. "Let's just say I had a persuasive conversation with her."
Ginny's eyes sparkled. "I owe you one, Harry." Harry's expression turned mysterious. "Your real present is yet to come, Ginny."
Ginny's curiosity turned into excitement. "What is it? Tell me!" she urged. Harry shook his head, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Not yet. You'll just have to wait."
Ginny tried to coax it out of him, but Harry remained stubbornly silent. "Come on, Harry! Just a hint?" Ginny pleaded. Harry's grin only grew wider. "Nope. You'll have to be patient."
Ginny playfully rolled her eyes. "You're impossible, Harry James Potter." Harry chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "That's what makes life interesting, Ginny."
The party was in full swing now, with music, laughter, and chatter filling the air. Ginny's face lit up as she was led to the beautifully decorated cake, adorned with candles and colorful icing. "Make a wish, Ginny!" Ron exclaimed. Ginny closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and blew out the candles. The room erupted in applause.
"Happy Birthday, Ginny!" everyone chorused. "Thank you, everyone!" Ginny beamed, hugging her family and friends. Harry handed her a knife. "Time to cut the cake," he said with a smile. Ginny grinned mischievously. "I get to serve you all first," she teased.
As Ginny cut and served the cake, the room filled with the sweet scent of chocolate and vanilla. "Mmm, this is amazing, Molly!" Grandma exclaimed. Molly smiled. "Glad you like it, dear." The party continued, with everyone enjoying the delicious food, music, and company. Ginny felt grateful for this wonderful celebration, surrounded by the people she loved.
As the party continued, the music started playing, and the atmosphere became even more lively.
Harry, with a charming smile, approached Ginny and asked, "May I have the pleasure of this dance?"
Ginny's face lit up, and she nodded eagerly. "I'd love to!"
The whole tent fell silent, watching in awe as the two young friends took to the dance floor. Despite being only 11 and 10 years old, respectively, they danced flawlessly, their movements perfectly in sync.
"Wow, they're so cute!" Grandma exclaimed.
"I know, right?" Ron agreed. "They're like two peas in a pod."
As they twirled and spun to the music, Ginny giggled, and Harry grinned, clearly enjoying themselves.
"You two are amazing!" Luna called out, applauding.
The music ended, and the tent erupted in applause, cheering for more. Ginny and Harry took a bow, beaming with pride.
"That was incredible!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Definitely doing that again!" Harry agreed, smiling.
Ginny's face lit up as she began opening her gifts, surrounded by her loved ones. She received a beautiful silver necklace from her parents, a book on Quidditch from Ron, and a set of joke candies from the twins. "Thanks, guys! These are amazing!" Ginny exclaimed.
Percy gave her a thoughtful gift, a book on magical creatures, while Bill and Charlie presented her with a stunning crystal pendant. Luna's gift was a unique, handmade dreamcatcher. "I made it myself," Luna said with a smile.
Aunt Muriel and Uncle Billius also gave her gifts, although theirs were not as thoughtful, a pair of socks and a used book respectively. As Ginny opened each gift, she couldn't help but notice that Harry's gift was missing.
"Where's Harry's gift?" Ginny wondered aloud. But Harry just smiled mischievously and said, "You'll have to wait and see, Ginny."
The party was in full swing, with music, laughter, and chatter filling the air. Ginny's eyes kept drifting towards Harry, eagerly waiting for him to present her with his gift. She had been wondering all day what it could be. Meanwhile, Harry was getting more and more nervous. He fidgeted with his hands, checking his pocket for what felt like the hundredth time.
"Ginny, can I talk to you for a minute?" Harry asked, trying to sound casual. "Of course, what's up?" Ginny replied, her curiosity piqued. "Not here," Harry said, glancing around the crowded tent. "Let's take a walk outside."
Ginny's heart skipped a beat as she followed Harry out of the tent. "Is this about my gift?" she asked, barely containing her excitement. Harry smiled nervously. "Just wait and see," he said, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. As they stepped into the moonlit night, Ginny couldn't help but feel that this gift was going to be something special.
As Harry took Ginny outside, he expertly distracted her while the tent behind them magically vanished. Ginny turned around, confused, to find that the tent was gone and all their friends and family were standing there, smiling.
"Where's the tent?" Ginny asked, bewildered.
"Just watch," Harry said with a grin.
He signalled to Arthur, who flicked his wand and suddenly the night sky erupted in a magnificent display of fireworks. Gasps of wonder and delight filled the air as vibrant colors and patterns danced above them.
"Wow!" Ginny exclaimed. "This is amazing!"
"I'm glad you like it," Harry said, beaming with pride.
The fireworks continued to dazzle and delight, a truly magical end to Ginny's special day.
As the minutes passed, Harry's nervousness grew. He had been waiting for the perfect moment to give Ginny her gift, but now his attention was diverted to something else. Ginny was walking towards a beautiful, glowing flower that seemed to change colors in the light. The flower was nestled among the trees, and Ginny seemed entranced by its beauty.
"What's so special about that flower?" Ginny wondered aloud.
Harry's heart skipped a beat as he realized what the flower was. "Ginny, don't go any closer!" he exclaimed.
But Ginny was too caught up in the flower's beauty to listen. She reached out a hand to touch it, and Harry's heart raced with fear. He had read about this flower just two days ago - it was called the Blasting Curse, and it was legendary for its rarity and danger. It was not seen for hundreds of years and was known to be able to grow magically at any place any time. If Ginny got too close, it would blast, and Harry couldn't let that happen.
"Ginny, stop!" Harry shouted, but it was too late...
Harry knew what he had to do, despite the promise he had made to Ginny to stay out of danger. He couldn't let her get hurt. With a heavy heart, he whispered, "Sorry, Ginny."
Time seemed to slow down as Harry sprinted towards Ginny, his eyes fixed on her outstretched hand. Just as her fingers made contact with the flower, Harry pushed her away with all his might. Ginny fell to the ground, several meters away, stunned and disoriented.
Everyone watched in shock as Harry's desperate actions unfolded before them. Ron, George, and Fred's faces darkened with anger, misunderstanding Harry's intentions.
"What the bloody hell, Harry?" Ron shouted.
"Get your hands off my sister!" George and Fred yelled in unison, charging towards Harry.
But before anyone could react further, the flower erupted in a blinding flash of light and sound, sending shockwaves through the air. Harry, still close to the flower, was caught up in the blast.
"Ginny, no!" Arthur shouted, grabbing her and pulling her back.
"Harry!" Ginny screamed, her voice lost in the chaos.
Ginny's eyes widened in terror as she watched the flower explode, engulfing Harry in the blast. The partygoers stood frozen in horror, their faces pale and shocked.
"No! Harry!" Ginny screamed, her voice echoing through the air.
The dust swirled around, obscuring everyone's vision. Ron, George , Percy, Bill, Charlie, and Fred rushed forward, their faces etched with worry.
"Ginny, get back!" Arthur yelled, grabbing her arm.
"Mum, what's happening?" Luna cried, clinging to her mother's imaginary skirt as the blast triggered her the memories of her mother's death.
As the dust finally began to settle, the partygoers surged forward, their voices filled with concern.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no!" Mrs. Weasley moaned, her hands flying to her mouth.
"Someone help him!" Ginny begged, her eyes streaming with tears.
"Get back, give him some air!" Uncle Billius boomed, his face ashen with worry.
The crowd parted, revealing the spot where Harry lay, surrounded by his frantic friends and family.
Harry's body lay motionless on the ground, his entire form covered in bruises and cuts. His forehead was bleeding profusely, and his hands were marred by several fresh wounds. His torn shirt revealed his toned physique, now battered and bruised, with blood staining his skin.
His jeans were slightly torn, exposing a deep gash on his leg. The once-celebratory atmosphere was now eerily silent, with only the sound of Ginny's soft sobs breaking the stillness.
The grassy yard, once filled with laughter and music, was now a scene of devastation, with Harry's injured body at its center. Unnoticed amidst the chaos, Harry's gift for Ginny lay hidden in the grass, lost and forgotten.
The only sound was Ginny's whispered words: "Please be okay, Harry...please."
Ginny's eyes were fixed on Harry's battered body, her face etched with shock and horror. She felt as though she was in a nightmare, unable to wake up. "This can't be happening," she whispered to herself.
She gently reached out to touch Harry's forehead, her fingers trembling. "No, no, no...please don't be like this," she begged, tears streaming down her face.
Ginny's gaze drifted to his hands, seeing the fresh wounds and bruises. "Your beautiful hands," she murmured, her voice cracking with emotion.
She looked up at the sky, as if searching for answers. "Why did this have to happen to you, Harry?" she cried out, her voice echoing through the silence.
Ginny's eyes returned to Harry's face, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love you, Harry. Please don't leave me." She pleaded, her heart racing with fear.
Mrs. Tucker, Harry's grandma, stood frozen in shock, her eyes fixed on Harry's battered body. She had always been a pillar of strength, but now she seemed frail and helpless. "Oh dear heavens," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "This can't be happening."
She stumbled backward, her eyes wide with horror, as if unable to process the scene before her. Her usual calm and collected demeanor had given way to stunned silence.
Aunt Muriel rushed to her side, concern etched on her face. "Mam, dear, come sit down," she said, guiding her toward a nearby chair.
Uncle Billius followed close behind, his usual joviality replaced with a somber expression. "Mam, we're here for you," he said, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
Aunt Muriel added, "We'll get through this, Mam. We'll take care of Harry."
Mrs. Tucker's eyes fluttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I...I don't know what to do."
Uncle Billius replied, "You don't have to do anything, Mam. We're here for you. Just sit and try to calm down."
Aunt Muriel nodded in agreement. "We'll take care of everything, Mam. You just focus on staying strong for Harry."
Ron's face was ashen, his eyes wide with shock and fear. "No, no, no...this can't be happening," he whispered, his voice trembling. The Twins, Fred and George, stood frozen, their usual joking demeanor replaced with stunned silence.
They looked at each other, then back at Harry, unsure of what to do. Percy, normally composed and in control, looked like he had been punched in the gut. "This...this is a disaster," he stammered, his eyes darting around the scene.
Bill and Charlie, usually so calm and collected, were equally stunned. Bill's face was etched with worry, while Charlie's eyes were wide with fear. "What do we do?" Ron asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"We...we need to get him to St. Mungo's," Bill stammered, but made no move to act. Charlie nodded, but equally didn't move. "Yeah...yeah, we need to hurry."
The Twins just stood there, their eyes fixed on Harry, unable to speak or move. Percy shook his head, trying to clear it. "We...we need to think this through. We can't just..." But no one seemed able to think or act, paralyzed by shock and fear.
Luna's eyes widened, her gaze fixed on Harry's battered body. She took a step back, her face pale and her lips trembling. Suddenly, she was transported back to the day her mother, Pandora Lovegood, had passed away.
"Mum?" Luna whispered, her voice barely audible. Tears began to well up in her eyes as memories flooded her mind.
She remembered the pain, the loss, and the feeling of emptiness that had consumed her. "No, no, no...not again," Luna whispered, her voice cracking.
Her father, Xenophilius, rushed to her side, concern etched on his face. "Luna, dear, what's wrong?"
"It's just like...Mum," Luna stammered, tears streaming down her face. "I couldn't save her...and now Harry..."
Xenophilius wrapped his arms around Luna, holding her close. "We'll get through this, Luna. We'll make sure Harry is okay."
But Luna's eyes remained fixed on Harry, her mind still trapped in the past. "I don't want to lose anyone else," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
As the scene around her blurred, Luna's thoughts were consumed by memories of her mother and the fear of losing Harry.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley rushed to Harry's side, their faces etched with worry and fear. Mrs. Weasley's eyes welled up with tears as she took in the sight of Harry's battered body.
"Oh, dear God," Mrs. Weasley whispered, her voice trembling. "Harry, our poor boy."
Ginny refused to leave Harry's side, her eyes fixed on his face. "I'm not leaving him," she said, her voice firm.
Mrs. Weasley nodded, understanding. "We'll all go together, then."
Mr. Weasley's face was set in a grim expression. "We'll Apparate to St. Mungo's. It's the fastest way."
But Uncle Bill cautioned, "Arthur, be careful. Harry's badly injured. Apparating could make it worse."
Mr. Weasley nodded. "I know, but we have no choice. We have to get him there as fast as we can."
With a deep breath, Mr. Weasley carefully lifted Harry into his arms, trying not to jostle him. Ginny clung to Harry's hand, her eyes never leaving his face.
"Let's go," Mr. Weasley said, his voice firm.
With a burst of magical energy, the group Disapparated, leaving behind an empty yard and a trail of worry.
As they had already Apparated, Bill glanced around and saw that everyone was worried. He exchanged a concerned look with Uncle Billius, and they quickly gathered everyone in the Burrow.
"Let's get everyone inside," Bill said, his voice low and soothing.
Uncle Billius nodded, his eyes scanning the group. "Yes, let's get them calmed down."
Once inside, Billius called out, "Muriel, can you make some tea? We need something to calm our nerves."
Muriel nodded, hurrying off to the kitchen.
Bill turned to the group. "We'll hear from Arthur and Molly soon. They'll let us know how Harry is."
But the room remained tense, filled with worried whispers and fearful glances.
Uncle Billius tried to reassure them. "We'll get through this. We always do."
But the words offered little comfort, as the weight of Harry's injuries hung heavy in the air.
Ron, with presence of mind, rushed outside and found the blasted petals of the flower. He carefully lifted them and got inside. "Well done, Ron!" Percy exclaimed. "Those petals might be crucial in understanding what happened." The group knew it was important, so Bill, the Twins, Ron, and Grandma Mrs. Tucker decided to leave for St. Mungo's via Floo.
"We'll take the petals to the hospital," Bill said. "Maybe they can help the healers." Percy nodded. "Good thinking, Ron. You might have just helped save Harry's life." Muriel, Charlie, Billius, Luna, and her father remained at the Burrow, anxiously awaiting news from the hospital.
"Keep us updated," Muriel called out as the group departed. "Don't worry, we will," Bill replied, his face set with determination. With a final glance at the worried faces, the group stepped into the Floo, leaving the Burrow behind. As they disappeared, Luna's father, Xenophilius, spoke up, "We should send owls to the rest of the family, keep them informed." Charlie nodded, already moving to fetch quill and parchment.
Arabella Fig was beside herself with worry. It had been almost a fortnight since she last saw Harry, and she had no idea what to do. She had been trying to reach him for days, but to no avail.
"I must inform Albus," she thought to herself. "He needs to know that Harry hasn't been at Privet Drive for the past 10 to 12 days."
Just as she was about to send a letter to Albus, the mail arrived. Arabella's heart skipped a beat as she saw the familiar Hogwarts crest on the envelope.
Arthur, Molly, and Ginny rushed to St. Mungo's with Harry's battered body, their faces etched with worry and fear. They burst through the doors of the emergency ward, calling out for help. Healer Pyre Jones was shocked to see the state of Harry's body, her eyes scanning the extent of his injuries.
"What in the world happened?" Pyre Jones exclaimed, her voice laced with alarm. "He's been through a traumatic ordeal, that's clear."
"It was a blast," Arthur replied grimly. "We don't know how it occurred."
Pyre Jones's eyes narrowed, her brow furrowed in concern. "A blast? That's not possible. There's no sign of external trauma...it's as if his body was attacked from the inside out."
Molly's voice was shaking. "We don't know what happened. We just found him like this." Ginny's eyes were fixed on Harry's face, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, you have to help him. You have to save him."
Just then, Bill, Ron, and the Twins appeared out of the hospital's fireplace, their faces flushed from the journey. They immediately rushed to Harry's side, concern etched on their faces.
"How is he?" Bill asked, his eyes scanning Harry's battered body.
Molly's voice trembled. "We had to Apparate in short distances, multiple times. We couldn't risk moving Harry too far, too fast. His injuries were too severe." Ron's eyes widened in understanding. "That makes sense. You didn't want to make it worse." The Twins nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that was the right call."
Ginny was in turmoil, her eyes welling up with tears as she clutched Harry's hand. Pyre Jones returned, her expression grim. "I'm afraid the situation is dire," she said gently. "Harry's injuries are...extensive. Honestly, it's a miracle he's still holding on."
"What are you saying?" Molly asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Pyre Jones's eyes were somber. "I'm saying it's unlikely he'll survive. We'll do everything we can, but...the prognosis is not good."
The room fell silent. Ginny's tears spilled over, and Ron's face went pale. Bill's eyes narrowed, determination etched on his face. "We'll do everything," Bill said firmly. "Whatever it takes." Pyre Jones nodded. "I've called my team. We'll start treatment immediately."
Ron removed the packet from his bag and handed it to Pyre, his expression serious. "This is what caused the blast," he explained.
Arthur and Molly gazed at Ron with pride, their faces reflecting admiration for their son's quick thinking. Ginny's eyes, still red from tears, shone with gratitude.
Pyre took the packet, her hands careful as she unwrapped it. Her eyes widened in surprise as she revealed the contents. She gasped.
As she examined the contents, her face paled. "These are...petals of the Blasting Curse," she whispered.
Everyone's eyes locked onto Pyre, awaiting her response. Bill leaned forward, his brow furrowed. "What does it mean?"
Pyre's eyes darted around the room, her expression grim. But before she could answer, her gaze snapped back to the petals, her eyes narrowing.
"It can't be..." she muttered to herself, her voice barely audible.
Ginny's voice trembled. "Pyre, what is it? What does it mean?"
Pyre's eyes slowly rose, her expression frozen in shock. But her response was left hanging, as if the words were trapped on her lips...
Pyre's eyes lingered on the petals, her mind racing with the implications. She knew what they were, but she had to confirm her suspicions. Despite being a trained healer at just 20 years old, she still sought the expertise of her idol, Madam Pomfrey.
"I need to consult with someone," Pyre said abruptly, excusing herself from the anxious Weasleys.
"Who are you going to call?" Bill asked, but Pyre was already hurrying out of the room.
She went straight to the Floo Network, her hands moving quickly as she dialed in the familiar coordinates. "Madam Pomfrey, please come to St. Mungo's immediately," Pyre said, her voice urgent.
"We have a situation here. I need your expertise." Pyre's eyes were fixed on the flames, willing Madam Pomfrey to arrive quickly.
"Of course, Pyre. I'll be right there," Madam Pomfrey's voice crackled through the Floo.
Pyre nodded, relief washing over her. She knew that with Madam Pomfrey's guidance, they could unravel the mystery of the Blasting Curse petals.
Meanwhile, a team of healers who worked under Pyre approached the Weasleys. "The emergency room is ready," one of them announced gently. "We need to move Harry now." "We must be careful not to exacerbate his injuries," another healer cautioned.
The Weasleys nodded, their faces etched with concern, as the healers carefully transferred Harry's fragile body onto a stretcher. "Let's move him," Pyre's team leader instructed, and the healers began to slowly roll the stretcher toward the door.
Ginny's eyes clung to Harry's face, her voice trembling. "Be careful, please." The healers nodded sympathetically. "We will," one of them reassured.
As the stretcher disappeared into the room next door, the Weasleys were left standing outside, anxiously waiting for news. Ron's arm wrapped around Ginny's shoulders. "He'll be okay," he whispered. Molly's eyes shone with unshed tears. "He has to be."
At Hogwarts, Madam Pomfrey swiftly conjured a Patronus in the form of a duck, its soft quacks echoing through the castle's corridors. The Patronus was summoned to reach two pivotal recipients: Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore.
"I'm leaving for St. Mungo's immediately," the Patronus delivered Madam Pomfrey's urgent message. "Emergency situation. Pyre Jones requires my expertise."
McGonagall's eyes met Dumbledore's, concern etched on their faces. "What could warrant such urgency?" McGonagall wondered aloud.
"I do not know, Minerva," Dumbledore replied, his eyes thoughtful. "But I suspect it is grave indeed. Madam Pomfrey would not summon us thus without just cause."
McGonagall nodded. "Shall we proceed to St. Mungo's, Headmaster?"
Dumbledore hesitated. "No, let us wait. Madam Pomfrey will send word when she is ready for us to know more."
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