Harry Potter and the Sword of Destiny

Chapter Ten (A)

Hermione’s POV

Hermione toppled out of the fireplace at the burrow and looked around to see if anyone was home. Coughing slightly at the ashes that were now swirling around the room. Mrs. Weasley must have heard someone come out of the fireplace, and come to see who it was.

“Hello? Who is there?” Mrs. Weasleys voice came from the next room over.

Hermione had a sudden urge to laugh, at the memory of Harry and Hermione trying to wake up Ron. At the same time it wanted to make her cry, at the memory of her red-headed friend.

“Mrs. Weasley! Come quick, something has happened to Ron.” Hermione scratched out.

“Hermione dear is that you? What has happened to Ron?” Mrs. Weasleys voice came, now just a bit more strained.

Hermione pushed through the kitchen door and came face to face with Mrs. Weasley.

“Something happened to Ron, Mrs. Weasley. We were in potions and…and….” Hermione finally broke down and started to cry.

She had been strong while she was needed, now it was just to much to take. Her best friend for the best part of seven years, was now in critical danger. How was she going to go on if Ron didn’t make it?

No

She would not think like that, he was going to be fine, just fine! Mrs. Weasley looked like she was at a loss. She still didn’t know what had happened to her son.

“Mrs. Weasley, we were in Potions and some acidious potion spilled on Ron’s head and hand. Professor Snap put a Frezum charm on him, but Harry and Madam Pomfrey went to St. Mungos.” Hermione said, trying her best not to burst into tears just at the thought of Ron’s head frozen in a block of ice.

“Oh my…well, then we need to find the rest of the family then don’t we?” Mrs. Weasley said, trying to keep a calm façade. She was doing a good job, but Hermione knew her well enough that she could see through it.

“Yes, after we have done that we can proceed to St. Mungos to see what the medi-witches and wizards can do for him.” Hermione said, trying to ignore that Mrs. Weasley was slowly losing her outward appearance.

Hermione looked around the kitchen and saw many things that reminded her of Ron. The spoon that Mrs. Weasley had chased Ron around the room with, during the summer. Plenty of other things she saw brought memories flashing back. Then Hermione realized where her thought process was going. She was making it sound like Ron was already dead, instead of rushing on a stretcher to St. Mungos.

Ron would be back. He would make it, then when he was all better he could make more memories in this very kitchen. She had to stay strong, because if she didn’t then Mrs. Weasley surly wouldn’t. Ron was going to win this argument, this battle he would pull through.

“I’m going to make a quick floo and inform Arthur, Fred and George what has happened.” Mrs. Weasley said as she walked out the door.

Hermione decided that it would be best for her to follow so she could supply any details. She looked at her watch and realized that she had already spent ten minutes in the Weasley kitchen.

“Arthur, you have to come home. We need to go to St. Mungos, Ron has been injured.”

“What happened…I’ll be on my way.”

“Wait, can you grab Fred and George on the way home?”

“Of course Molly dear.”

Mr. Weasleys head disappeared from the fireplace with a ‘pop’. Mrs. Weasley turned and stared at Hermione, as if asking for more details.

Hermione didn’t know what to do under this kind of scrutiny so she turned away. Thankfully she was saved having to elaborate what Ron’s head looked like in a block of ice.

With three loud ‘pops’, Mr. Weasley, Fred and George materialized into the Weasley living room.

“What the hell happened?” came three urgent voices at the same instant.

Hermione vaguely thought that the twins were wearing off on their father they were now all speaking at the same time.

Hermione wasn’t thrilled, but once again she recounted the story of the potions accident. She had to reiterate many times that Draco had nothing to do with it. It was taking quite a bit of work to get the Weasleys to believe that he wasn’t like he was before.

“Well, well what are we waiting for?” and without further ado Arthur and the Twins dissaperated.

Hermione looked at Mrs. Weasley once and nodded, and with another pop she was gone too. Hermione turned her back and grabbed some floo powder. With a quick word and a flash of burning green flames, she was gone too.