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Degoming the Garden and Twins- April 5th
by Auror Weasley (auror_weasley)
at November 29th, 2006 (10:56 pm)

current location: The garden
Mental State: frustrated
Background Chatter: Harry cursed and gnomes giggling

I've checked every room upstairs but I can't find Harry.

Damn it! I told him to rest! He promised!

I swear I'm going to have to tell Mum on him. The prat has only been awake for a couple of hours. He tried to seduce me twice, tried to climb in the shower with me, and he's probably down there making me something like raw oysters for breakfast.

Does he not realize he could have died?

Honestly, you would think after an experience like that he might consider just resting for a bit.

I head downstairs and tug my shirt on when I reach the landing.

Wouldn't want to tempt him.

"Oi, Harry," I call out as I walk towards the kitchen. "Mate, I thought I told you to rest."

I enter the kitchen to find it completely spotless and empty.

Bugger! Where the hell is he? Did Moody kidnap him and force him back to St Mungo's?

"Fucking, no good, worthless—"

The voice is coming from outside and I almost trip in my haste to get outside.

What I see astounds me, angers me, and quite frankly scares the hell out of me. Harry's in the garden, chucking gnomes over the fence, and the words leave my mouth before I can stop them.

"Fucking hell, Harry," I shout as I storm through the grass. "You were injured! Now is not the time to degnome the garden!"


Posted by: Auror Weasley (auror_weasley)
Posted at: November 30th, 2006 02:59 am (UTC)
Ron/Harry: Scared

I stare at Harry for a moment and cross the small distance between us. I pull my wand from the holster at my ankle and quickly summon my bag. I pull out two bottles of potions and a Chocolate Frog before kneeling next to him.

"That wandless magic is brilliant," I grin. "Now how about letting me examine you?"

"I'm fine, Ron," Harry sucks in a deep breath and winces. "There's nothing wrong with me."

"Then why won't you let me take a look at you?" I arch my eyebrow. "Look if you're a good boy I'll let you have this Chocolate Frog."

Harry glares at me, "I'm fine."

"First off, you're not fine. Second off—I'm going to examine you, you're going to take your potions, and you're not going to fuss."

"How the hell did this become my fault!" Harry shouts and bangs his head against the tree. "Really, I want to understand! How did Moody turn this around on me? Is it my fault Aurors aren't trained in Occlumency?"


"No, really Ron explain this to me! I have to go to the bloody ceremony tonight and kiss arse."

"No you don't," I run my wand up and down his side while he's not paying attention. "Unbutton your shirt, Mate."

"Finally," Harry growls. "A shag might do me good."

"No, I'm going to look at your stitches and do a check up."

"I told you I'm fine!"

"Stop being such a pansy, Harry and let me look you over!"