l i k e , a , j a i l (cell) - ron/hermione/harry

[hugo]

Hugo hated the hospital wing, it was cold, it was big, and it echoed, much like most of the castle, but most of the time, the castle was full of other people, the hospital wing, was empty except for the young gryffindor laying in the bed at the far end of the room. He hadnt wanted to come here, infact, of what he could make out, he had actually tried to get back to the ceremony, or at least asked proffessor longbottom if he could have, but he hadnt let him. Hugo rested his head back against the pillow and stared at the ceiling, willing himself not to fall asleep. The potion the nurse had given him would have made him fall asleep, if not for the determination he had to try and find out who the champions for the night were.

He was hoping the people he knew got chosen, his family, and a few of his friends had put their names in as well, so he was hoping one of them got pulled out of the hat, or so to speak, goblet. He lifted his good arm and tried to adjust the sling carefully, he hated being restriced, and this really wasnt helping the case. He gave up after a few minutes of it being stuck, and started to relax back against the pillows. He still felt weak, and he wasnt sure how long his determination would last to stay awake. His resolve seemed to be crumbling as his eyes started to close, but then he heard a noise on the ward, and his body tensed, he opened his eyes and he bit his lip hard, he wasnt sure what it was, but he did have enough stregnth to reach across and grab his wand of the table, he gripped it tight and brought it to his side. He wasnt taking any chances, not now, not after what had just happened. He had been attacked, and now . . he felt scared.

[RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY]

The letter from his good friend Neville was still in his hand as Ronald Weasley ran through Hogsmeade and up the path that lead to the famous castle called Hogwarts. He had gotten an Owl from Neville saying that his son Hugo had been attacked. Attacked! Who would do such a thing to his little boy? Hogwarts was supposed to be the safest place in the Wizarding World for his children and he had always trusted in Hogwarts. Besides the world had been quiet lately ever since Voldemort’s defeat and things were getting better, but it seems that someone thinks they can prove them wrong.

Ron was breathing heavily as he made his way up the stairs to the front doors of the castle, but them he stopped. Neville had told him to avoid the Great Hall as the Goblet of Fire Ceremony was still going on, and they didn’t want the students to know about the attack just yet. So how was Ronald Weasley going to do this? Well if his wife were here she’d have an instant idea, but apparently Neville had already figured that out. In his letter Neville had said that there would be brooms left to the side of the entrance doors that Neville had placed there so that they could use the brooms to fly up to one of the windows in the towers. He ran over and grabbed one of the brooms, mounted and took off, slowly. Of course it would have been one of the school brooms; he really should’ve brought his broom along.

But eventually he had made his way to one of the windows and he dropped the broom right on the floor before dashing down the hall towards the Hospital Wing. He needed to see his son, to make sure he was okay and within seconds he had ran right past the head healer and into the room that his son was staying in. “Hugo… Hugo…” Ron gasped at the side of the bed his son was laying on. “Please tell me you’re okay…” Ron said once he got his breath back and he looked up at his son laying there as if he was about to fall asleep.

[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

Upon hearing a tapping noise from behind him where a window of his office was, Harry pushed himself away from the table with a kick of his foot against the ground. Receiving owls always made him nervous. The messages he got could only be classified into two: good news or bad news. And because he was Head Auror, majority of the owls that were sent to his office are about bad news. He loved his job, but he absolutely hated the negativity that came with it. He slid one window pane open and took the letter that the owl had in its beak. He left the window open to allow the owl to take a treat from the bowl he had by his window and turned to inspect the delivered message.

Walking back to his chair, he flipped the envelope over when he saw no writing indicating who sent it. His pulse quickened when he saw the bright red wax seal he was all too familiar with. Who would have thought that the sight of the official Hogwarts seal, which had given him indescribable joy all these years, could induce such a rotten feeling in him? Harry's fingers quickly tore open the flap and extracted the letter, his eyes hungrily swimming across the lines. Hallway. Attacked. Hugo. Unknown. Hospital Wing. As his eyes fell on every written word, he could feel the uneasy sensation in his gut grow heavier and heavier. He could almost feel Neville's concern seep through the inked letters which didn't help his nerves at all.

Without any other thought, Harry wrenched his office door open and started to sprint. Ron wasn't in his cubicle because he had set out into the field to head a mission. Even though Hugo wasn't his own son, he felt as bad as he would expect his best friends would. Especially when the incident happened in a place that is supposedly a safe haven for their children. But Hogwarts has been infiltrated before, so no one could completely deem it as impenetrable. His heels clicked sharply on the floor walls as he ran as fast as he could, eyes set on a single direction. Harry skidded into a stop just in front of Hermione's office.

His clammy hand closed over the cold door knob and with one swift movement, he pushed Hermione's door open. Harry thought that the wild look he had on could probably freak his best friend out more and so he took a deep, steadying breath releasing it with a long shaky sigh. He knew he needed to be calm for his best friends but he couldn't help but worry over his nephew. "We have to go. It's Hugo," he said simply, not bothered if she has already received the letter that Neville would have surely sent both of Hugo's parents.

[hermione]

Hermione was sitting at the desk in her office, working on a report when she first heard the tapping noise behind her at the window. With a flick of her wand the window opened and the owl dropped a letter on her desk before taking off through the window once more. Letters to her office were never good. They usually were full of complaints and the like. It made for a very stressful day. However the red seal and Hogwarts crest on the letter made Hermione immediately pick it up. Hermione rather hoped that her children hadn't started causing too much trouble so early in the year. Breaking the seal and opening the letter Hermione found it was her good friend Neville. As she read along she stopped as soon as the letter mentioned Hugo and an attack. Immediately she placed the letter down and gathered her cloak.

Her office door flew open and in appeared her best friend. Had he already been contacted as well. The look on Harry's face made Hermione all the more nervous. "We have to go. It's Hugo," Hermione didn't need to say a thing. Without so much as a word to Harry, Hermione apparated out of her office and found herself in the village of Hogsmeade, the security making it impossible for her to appear closer to the castle. Leaving her heels on the ground she began to run up towards the familiar gates of Hogwarts Castle. Things had been quiet lately and she had never thought sending her children to Hogwarts would ever be as dangerous as it had been when she herself had attended. For once Hermione was glad that she had been told long ago a spell to make the castle gates open for her. Although she would have gladly gotten on a broom for her son she didn't want to risk falling. Once through the gates the security spell automatically redid itself.

Hermione didn't want to be seen as she was on her way up to the hospital wing. After all she wasn't sure who yet knew about the attack and she didn't want to have to stop to answer any questions. The only thing she wanted to do now was see her son and see how he was doing. To see if he was alright. It seemed like ages before Hermione got to the hospital wing, although it was likely only minutes. Entering the room to where her son was she walked past the healer and took a place on the opposite side of her husband, kneeling on the floor. Right now Hermione promised herself she wasn't going to cry. Her son needed her to be strong for him right now. Later when she was at home she'd feel more free to let the tears fall. Rubbing his head gently she looked him over. "Oh Hugh, are you alright?"

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[hugo]

Gripping the wand tight still, he moved it around in his hand half nervously as the sound of footsteps got closer and closer. He then saw the familiar figure that was his father appear around the divider between the beds. He slackened his grip on his wand, and moved to slide it under the covers in the hope his dad wouldnt see it. Hugo hated feeling scared, and he hated the thought of having to need to use a wand to defend himself properly at hogwarts, it was supposed to be safe right? A place where you learnt to use magic, not suffer at it's hand and it's people.

Hugo nodded slighty, not wanting his dad to know anything other than the fact he was alive. He was okay, for the most part, the nurse had fixed his arm, it was sitting half uncomfortab;y in a white sling she had insisted on tying around his arm. He hated that thing to. Hugo bit his lip, half knowing what his father would ask him soon, so he thought he better say it before he asked, but. "I dont r-remeber who d-did it dad. It's . . everything, the last thing I remeber, was leaving the common r-room" He said, biting his lip as he did. He thought the more he tried to remeber, the more chance he would have of remebering, but it was seeming that wasnt happening, he still couldnt remeber.

He heard footsteps again, this time, his mother appeared from behind the divider, his mother, hugo half smiled. He felt safe with his mother around, he missed her most during the school months, and was glad to see her again, the room felt safer with her there. He looked at her and relaxed slightly as she stroked his head and he bit his lip. With a nod, he answerd "Yeah, I'm okay" His voice half sounding like he wasnt sure. He had no problem lying to his father about how he was feeling, but his mother, it was harder to not tell her the truth. He bit his lip again and went to sit up slighty, ignoring the dull ache in his arm he went to hug his mother tightly with one arm.

[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

Harry stood in place as Hermione Apparate, watching as an invisible force seemed to pull her body into the air. He understood her hurried take off. Getting to where her son was would be the first thing he would want to do as well if he was in her shoes in a situation like this. Closing his eyes, he pictured clearly in his mind the hospital wing with clean white beds lined up along the wall. And with a loud pop similar to what rang in Hermione's room just seconds ago, Harry felt the familiar feeling of Apparition tug his body quickly as if being pulled into a tight tube. His eyes looked around when he felt his feet hit stable ground and saw Hermione pull out her wand to cast a spell on the tall front gates of Hogwarts. He wasn't close enough to hear what she had used so he decided to walk up to the broomsticks propped against the stone wall.

Once securely mounted on one of Hogwart's school brooms, he kicked off the ground and started to rise in air. He already flew over the huge gates, but was still a distance to the closest tower. Harry leaned forward and lowered his body closer to the broom's handle, willing the broomstick to go faster. But since it was did not have the quality of the brooms he was used to, he had to wait for a few more seconds until he had completely flown to his destination. He dropped the broomstick rather unceremoniously outside the door that had the closest access to the hospital wing and started jogging up the isolated flight of stairs. The fact that Hugo was now being taken care of helped to somehow reduce the unrest he was feeling. At least Ron and Hermione are with Hugo now.

The swiftness in his steps started to ebb when he was close enough to have a clear view of two distinguishable figures near an occupied bed. Upon reaching the floor ha walked slowly to the healer's side, his eyes not leaving the heart-warming sight in front of him. "Nothing serious, I hope?" he addressed the healer to which the man nodded his head with a polite smile. With his hands stuffed in his trouser pockets, Harry was unable to resist giving a small smile himself as he watched Hugo being comforted by his parents. Ron was kneeling on Hugo's bedside and Harry imagined his best friend running to the tower in a more brash and impulsive manner, compared to a Hermione who was nursing Hugo with soft touches. But he knew that behind her calm demeanor, she was as equally affected as her husband was.

His eyes absentmindedly roamed the rest of the quiet and almost empty room, letting the family have their own private time together. And for a terrible moment, an image flashed in his mind. He saw every single bed occupied and the entire room bustling with healers and strangers. Silently cursing his vivid imagination, he forced the anxious thought away from his head. He suddenly felt a compelling urge to drop by and check on Lily and his two boys, as well as Dunstable. As he set his eyes back to Hugo's bed, he mentally told himself he would get to the bottom of this before something like that even had the chance to occur.

[RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY]

It wasn’t long before he felt the presence of his lovely wife Hermione beside him. “Sorry I didn’t wait for you dear, I just couldn’t bare not knowing how he was,” Ronald whispered to the brunette while he was still looking down at his injured son. Who could’ve done such a thing to such a sweet boy like Hugo?

Ron was about to ask Hugo who it was that attacked him, but it seemed that Hugo had read his mind as the next thing that came out of his son’s mouth was that he didn’t even know who attacked him and the last thing her remembered was that he had just left the Gryffindor Common Room. Why would someone need to erase Hugo’s memory?

“You don’t remember?” Ron sighed. He wasn’t mad at his son for not remembering, it wasn’t his fault after all. Ron just wished there was a way to bring his son’s memory of those few minutes that he was attacked. He was sure that his son’s memory was modified with Obliviate, but it was always dangerous to tamper with someone’s memory and he didn’t want to do anything on accident.

Soon he felt another presence enter the room and he turned to see his best friend standing next to the healer whom was in charge of taking care of his son. Ron smiled at Harry before he turned back to look at his son, trying his best to hold back his tears. He was just glad that Hugo was alright and it wasn’t anything too serious. But Ron couldn’t help but think the worse of the situation, having been through a lot during his time at Hogwarts, Ron had always been a bit afraid that something might stir while his kids were at Hogwarts. He just never shared that fear with anyone, but at times he felt that perhaps Harry and Hermione felt the same way.

[hermione]

"Yeah, I'm okay" Hermione felt Hugo's hug and she carefully hugged him back. She didn't want to hurt him anymore than he already had been hurt. Although he had said he was okay she didn't quite believe him. She liked to think that her children weren't very good at lying to her. But Hermione just didn't have the heart to tell him she knew he was lying. Whether she liked it or not he was growing up. Hermione stayed in her place by her son, not really saying anything for the moment.

“Sorry I didn’t wait for you dear, I just couldn’t bare not knowing how he was,” Hermione nodded as she looked up at Ron. She knew how he felt about both of their children and it would have been silly to have been mad him. Hermione would have done the same thing. "It's quite alright, I feel the same way." Who would want to hurt her son? He was a sweet and kind kid, and he didn't see what he could have done to make someone do this. She didn't believe that he could have ever done anything.

Hermione was dissapointed to learn that he couldn't remember who had done it. One might hope that it was just a prank gone wrong between houses due to the upcoming quidditch match and all. However Hermione had this feeling that wasn't quite it. One could still hold out the hope. There was going to be an investigation now and Hermione wanted someone to find out who had did this to her son. She wanted to find the person that had caused Hugo pain. "We'll find out who did this."

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[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

Harry walked across the room and joined his two best friends who stood at his nephew’s bedside. He laid a supporting hand on Ron's shoulder. Judging from the smile he was given, he knew that his friend was trying his best to keep his wits about him and not let his emotions take over. He looked at Hugo and offered the gloomy boy a warm smile. "Don't worry about it too much, Hugo. We’re glad that you’re safe now. Just get some rest." He felt a tug on his heart as his eyes landed on the sling that supported his injured arm. Fear was starting to build in him that someone was trying to strip Hogwarts students of their innocence.

It was unfair to subject these children to this kind of treatment. What made things worse was that Hogwarts was supposed to be stronger than before and a haven for young witches and wizards. It felt horrible to witness their own experience reflected on their own children. He felt as if everything that they’ve worked for in their younger years were starting to crumble into nothing but another article in the history books. Hugo may be the first and only victim thus far, but something like this in a much improved and peaceful Wizarding World is enough to cause alarm. “Hey Ron, can we talk for a minute?” he asked his friend quietly, gripping his shoulder once as he did.

Moving back to the other side of the room, he waited for his friend. He understood that the pain Ron and Hermione felt was still far too fresh, but there is no better time to work than at that moment. “Have you received any sort of threat in the office lately?” he began to ask. It was difficult to comprehend how anyone could have been so cross with Hugo to the extent of wanting to attack him, but he has learned how wicked people can get and this was the exact scenario that Harry didn’t want to happen. Although he believed that being an Auror is generally very rewarding, it puts their families in a vulnerable position and criminals thrive on getting revenge by harming their loved ones.

[hugo]

Hugo nodded and looked away from his parents when he had said he couldnt remeber. He unwrapped his arm from his mother and layed back on the pillows. He was dissapointed in himself, it was that hard to remeber, was it? How could one instance be completly remvoed from ones mind. He was positive he could remeber again. "I'm sorry . . I'll . . I'll k-keep trying to remeber" He said softly, still with his glance on the white sheet covering his bed. He didnt want to be any more of a dissapointment to his parents. He should have been able to defend himself better, to stop anyone getting the jump on him, and to fight to remeber. After all. his parents were two of the most famed people in the modern history of magic, and then . . to look at him . . he swore sometimes all he saw was dissapointment in people's eyes.

Hugo looked up when he heard his uncles voice, he didnt know he had been there, unless he had seen him and the memory spell was still tampring with his mind. It wasnt possible was it, he could still feel the fuzziness around the edged of his head, like something was there, but it was evading him. He bit his lip and tried to think, suddenly ignoring everyone face in the room for a few minutes. The pound in his head was growing by the second, and it felt like his brain was thumping against the side of his head. He winced suddenly and put a hand to his head, the beads of sweat forming on his forehead from the effort of trying to remeber. "I .. I'm sorry . . c-cant" He whispered to no one in particular.

He heard his mom speak and he shook his head, ignoring the throbbing he made to look at her, knowing that he didnt look like himself, he could feel the color draining from his face, it might now be to most people, but sitting up and talking was wearing hugo out, making him feel weak, which was something he hated. He could feel his body shaking slightly from the effort and he moved to sit up more "I . . I j-just wanna f-forget it happened . . okay?. . . c-can we please . . it . . it was probably just a prank . . y-you know . . q-qudditch" He said as he bit his lip, looking between the three adults with his weary gaze.

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