Late-night hospital ((Plot people))

[madeye]

((Continuation from here.))

Weird. Weird but true. Weird but lucky. It had been a lucky chance that the Patil girl had been found and apparently not too harmed physically. While Alastor and most other senior aurors hadn’t said it out loud the thought that she would never again be found again alive had already been circling in many heads. But then the hint had came and while Alastor hadn’t hoped much of it Arthur and Molly had still managed to recover Parvati without any duels. Something felt off about that. Death Eaters were usually more careful at their work than the sloppy exchange of where the hid Patil. Or maybe she had just gotten in the way? Yet, it was still of no use. Why would the Death Eaters have let her go alive while she had possibly seen them. None of it just made sense. Yet the girl had passed all security controls and proven that it was really her not some Death Eater in disguise. Any suggestion further than having an auror positioned near the room she was in would be taken as paranoia. Alastor’s elders had even relented to the demands of doctors so no auror was placed into the hospital room.

Turning away from the window from where he had been looking into the room Alastor snapped at the young auror placed here to warning him yet again to make sure he stayed alert to everything that might go on around him before limping away. Alastorr headed towards the apparation area in St.Mungos nodding slightly to the member of the Order of the Phoenix he had requested to stay here as extra-security. Maybe it was nothing. But Alastor’s gut-feeling warned him still that not everything might be as it seemed. But there wasn’t much else he could do. Moving ot the first floor Alastor glanced around the hospital once more with his magical eye before gripping his wand tightly to be ready for any surprises that might be waiting for him when he had reappared in his destination. Death Eaters were resourceful and sometimes even more so than the slow channels of the Ministry aurors so even if Alastor changed the place he stayed at once a week minimum, one oculd never be too sure. Constant vigilance was what kept you alive in this world.

[Bill Weasley]

Bill quietly pulled the covers over Fleur's shoulders as he watched her slumber. She was so peaceful; so angelic. It was hard to believe that she had chucked a spoon at him earlier. Bill knew that all couples fought, but her temper could rival his mothers sometimes. Bill made his way out of the bedroom. The door made a quiet click as he shut it behind him. Sighing, he couldn't believe that he was betraying her trust like this. He had promised to stay home tonight, but the Order was calling. Parvati Patil had been found, and her security was the upmost priority. Retrieving his worn black robe from the front closet, he couldn't believe their luck. It was still a mystery how the girl was rescued. The other day, a tip off led his parents to a small village where the girl was found cowering in a cottage. His mother and father had to beat their way through a pretty angry crowd to get to her, but they had accomplished the impossible.

Bill left the house as silent as a cat. After tip toeing down the stairs, he shook his head. " Damn, Bill, your acting like a teenager who is trying to sneak out without his parents knowing." With a twist, he disapparated from in front of his flat, and re appeared inside St. Mungos. Bill was just dusting off his jacket as Mad Eye Moody made his way over. " Hey, Mad Eye. Calling it a night I see."

The air in the building smelled of rubbing alcohol as he passed several peculiar people. One man was holding his daughter by the ankle as chicken wings sprouting from her back, threatened to take her away. Another man had hands sticking out of the side of his head, and then, the most peculiar of all, was a little boy who had face contorted in an awkward position. " I told you if you kept it that way it would stick like that," his mother scolded as she dragged him off by the hand.

Stopping for a moment in the hallway, he looked back at the unfortunate children who had just learned the lessons about playing with magic. " Geez, I hope our kids aren't that bad." It was only a few more feet to Parvati's room. He transversed the distance in a few short minutes. Nodding to the auror at the door, he stepped inside to see a sleeping Parvati. Bill took a seat by her bed and watched her chest rise and fall. " You're a lucky girl, Parvati Patil. Not many kids your age can say they faced a Death Eater and lived." Bill sat back in his chair and kicked his feet up on a nearby table. Taking out a book from his inside pocket, he prepared for a long night.

[Parvati Patil]

Parvati turned over in her sleep. This must be what death feels like. Just like being in a warm, soft bed. She couldn't still be alive. After the door burst open, she couldn't remember much. The crowd was screaming so loudly that her head burst with pain. Light flooded the room and she couldn't see much. She had figured that she had passed into that great beyond, but she didn't really expect death to be this noisy. She could hear the steady drip of liquid, and every once in a while, a random voice asking her how she was doing. She never acknowledged any of the sounds. She didn't want too. After weeks of horror, she believed she deserved the relative comfort of death. Unable to get comfortable, she turned over on her other side.

" Ms. Patil, I think it's time to get up." She felt a warm hand on her shoulder. Forcing her eyes open, she looked up to see a healer in a white coat. " Now, we are looking much better." Not speaking, she surveyed her surroundings. The room was shockingly white with little or no color. Next to her bed was a vase of lillies on top of a brown bedside table. Next to the vase, was a very worn pair of black boots that were attached to a man with hair as red as Ron Weasley's. She was alive, but just barely by what the doctor said. She had been beaten up pretty badly, and it looked like she was going to be in St. Mungos for several weeks. The man with red hair, who she now recognized as Bill Weasley, just smiled in reassurance. " Just one more moment Ms Patil, and we will get you resting peacefully again." The healer left, leaving the door open.

Removing his feet from the table, Bill leaned over and placed a hand on her shoulder. " It's going to okay, Parvait. Your safe now. The Order is going to protect you with everything we have." Parvati looked at him and said the only thing she could think off. " Thank you." Bill sat back in his chair as the healer came back into the room. " Drink this." He handed her a glass with a very violent, pink liquid in it. Parvati took the glass and gulped it one drink. The healer took the glass and threw a " Sweet Dreams" over his shoulder. Parvati looked back to Bill and felt that reassured. She was safe now, and no one would dare hurt her now. Reassured, she fell into a dreamless sleep.

[mulciber]

Pathethic. The Aurors and the “famed” Order of the phoenix was just as pathethic. Mulciber grinned and used a memory charm on the unconscious nurse that had been assigned to care for the idiotic Patil girl. The nurse would awake thinking he had slipped and hit her head. Mulciber had even dropped some water on the floor to make the story more believable. He would have to start his own work just now and even though Mulciber knew that he would hate it – he just wanted to get it done in a day or two. Dropping the piece of hair from the nurse into a small vial of polyjuice potion he had prepared earlier on Mulciber drunk it chewing his lip lightly to stop himself from groaning in discomfort as his body shifted and transformed. His body became slimmer and shorter as weight shifted. Mulciber dressed into the hospitals uniform while humming one of Bach’s melodies quietly under his breath as he prepared himself for the long night and days yet to come. He really did dislike this mission but one didn’t argue with the Dark Lord if one wanted to life. And Lord Voldemort certainly repaid very well to his followers.

Strolling down the hallway after he was finished Mulciber tried to act as normal as possible no matter how much he wanted to shift his “new” body. Smiling and talking to the young aruror at the door Mulciber had no problems to smile and flirt and assure him that nothing would happen to the Patil girl while she was checking up on her, so that the auror could go and get a cup of coffee from himself now.
Stepping into the hospital room Mulciber gasped. He hadn’t expected someone to stay in here. The orders to one of the doctors here had been firm and the Imperius curse had been just renewed. But of course the Weasley’s had always caused trouble. Placing ‘Her’ fingers over her mouth in surprise Mulciber tried to control the desire to use ‘Avada Kedavra’ on the stupid boy. Yet that would arouse suspicions that would not work well with Lord Voldemort’s plan.

“Dear me! What are you doing here! No aurors were allowed inside the hospital room as miss Patil needs her rest. Wait, you aren’t even an auror!” Mulciber gasped out in the woman’s gentle voice silently deciding that being blond really was fun. Sending out red sparks to alert the security Mulciber watched with big eyes as the Weasley boy was taken away immediately by a rather sullen-looking security-guards on each of his sides. While he might not get into bigger trouble he should at least spend a night in the jail-rooms in the Ministry buildings and go through a very unpleasant night. Was he part of the Order as well to be here? It was something worth thinking about. And the auror should get a firm warning and whipping for letting someone into Patil’s room and not doing his job properly. But for now he was out of the way. And the nurse had made the memory Mulciber had given her come to life. It only had to last for a couple of days after all. Mulciber laughed – a soft melodical sound that rang over the room as he prepared himself. “Silencio. Petrificus Totalus,” Mulciber said pointing his wand to the Patil girl and laughing again. Harshly yanking her head to the side Mulciber pulled a handful of hair out with the roots and put them safely into a locked little box that looked like something little girls might own. Carefully pulling one more piece of hair out from Parvati’s hair Mulciber pushed it into the flash of Polyjuice as the final ingredient before telling the girl “Cheers!” and taking a sip. The potion didn’t taste any more pleasant, but the transformation this time was slightly less uncomfortable as a few moments later no one could have told the difference between the two people in the hospital ward. One of them laying on the bed under a complete body-bind and one standing and preparing a port-key.

Mulciber used a random vial from the bed-side table as the portal-key that he floated over to the fingers of the real-Parvati watching her being yanked away by it as soon as it touched her skin. She could always accuse the Weasley-boy of stealing as well. Slipping back into the bed Mulciber smiled and made “herself” comfortable. It was going to be a long night after all. Waving happily at the auror who looked into the room after returning to his guard-post Mucliber closed his eyes and tried to get some rest even though falling into full sleep was out of the question. Phase 1 was finished and everyone thought rightfully that he was Parvati Patil. The girl had gone through fool-proof check-ups after all after being discovered and who would dare to doubt ‘her’ identity now?

((There was a reason why the auror couldn’t stay in the ward but since you still entered the room, I didn’t have a choice but to god-mode you in order to follow the main plot.))