The Barrows. Another pureblood family from the long lines of Slytherin ancestry. It's 1991, and Elmira and Clyde Barrows' daughter's first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has arrived.
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"𝐈'𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮."
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Ron was getting heavier by the step, but Ophelia couldn't stop now. She'd made it this far. Pausing for a moment, Hermione rechecked Ron's breathing, placing an ear next to his slightly agape mouth.
"He's breathing still, but it's weak. We need to get to Madam Pomfrey soon." Hermione spoke. Ophelia nodded and hauled Ron's arm further around her shoulders, nearly toppling over because of the extra weight. Just as they turned the corner, the three students almost collided into none other than Headmaster Dumbledore, still dressed in his daily robes, a deep shade of violet and littered with small embroidered stars, contrasting against his long white beard.
"Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione stuttered.
"No time to speak, my dear. I must go after Harry."
"You know what's going on?" Ophelia spoke. Dumbledore nodded silently, clearing his throat and placed two fingers on Ron's neck.
"The letter which I received was a ruse, a distraction. As soon as I realized, I rushed right back to Hogwarts. I pray I'm not too late." Dumbledore spoke.
"Bring Mr. Weasley to the Infirmary right away, and then return to your dormitories immediately."
"Yes, Professor." Ophelia said, and the elderly teacher disappeared around the bend.
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Pushing through the Infirmary's double doors, Ophelia saw Madam Pomfrey raise her head from behind a cream curtain, washed out by the pale moonlight streaming in from the paned windows. The elderly woman gasped so shrilly, Ophelia thought the woman would fall over in shock. But, instead, she rushed over to Ron, leaving the station where she was working in tatters, her carmine and white dress flowing behind her.
"Oh, my Merlin!" Madam Pomfrey gasped, lifting the young boy with uncommon ease and laid him on a freshly made cot, linens creasing underneath Ron's weight. The matron went through multiple physical checks, checking his eyes and breathing.
"You're lucky you brought him here quickly, or else I'm not sure he would have made it." Madam Pomfrey stated. Hermione took Ophelia's hand and held it tightly.
"He's stable for now," The matron spoke after muttering a few remedial spells.
