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Tweak says, "Gonna take a mean ride"

Penny (projected) wrote in remembrall_rp,
@ 2009-09-13 23:26:00

Who: Penelope Clearwater "Weasley", Percy Weasley
When: Sunday evening
What: Penelope reappeared in a park and was taken to a muggle hospital. The hospital contacted her husband.
Where: Diagon Alley
Rating: PG-13 at most.
Warnings: None?
Status: private/complete

Penelope's head was still swimming. They'd kept her sedated for days. First they'd noticed a bump to her head. Then they'd heard her talking. They were certain there was something off about her and when she refused to give information they assumed it was because she was confused instead of trying to protect someone. She'd forgotten what it was like to be amongst strangers. She'd been confined to places for so long, always living in fear of the Ministry finding her. She couldn't stay awake long enough to get away from these people though. She needed to know what had happened. She needed to make sure Percy hadn't done something stupid because she'd flown Grimmauld Place. That was the last thing she remembered. Running away. She was going to take action. She had overinflated dreams of bringing down the Ministry, setting the world back onto it's axis. She couldn't remember what had happened after she left.

No one had come looking for her though. She knew enough from her brief moments of consciousness to see that there weren't flowers or people standing around her. She sometimes listened to hear Molly Weasley's knitting needles hitting against each other or laughter from Anthony or Michael. She couldn't hear any of the familiar noises of Grimmauld here. There wasn't even the habitual shrieking of Mrs. Black. The absence of those noises made her brain worry about the noises she wasn't familiar with. Heels outside of her room made her worry that the Ministry might be sending someone to arrest her. Every strange face was suspect instead of friendly. She hadn't been thinking when they'd tried to get her with forms for the fifteenth time in so many days. She hadn't been thinking when she signed her name 'Penelope Clearwater Weasley'. A nurse put the Percy with the Weasley and did the research.

When she'd woken up, the nurse told her that they'd sent a message to her husband. What if the message hadn't gotten to Percy? What if the message had gotten to someone else in the Ministry? What if they were both sent to Azkaban now? This was a nightmare and certainly not what she had intended to happen. If Percy thought she was hurt, he'd show up. She didn't want the Ministry to find out he'd come to look after her. She was a muggleborn. She was on the run from them. If they found out he wasn't with them, they were going to punish them both. Death had come to so many in the last few months. She was afraid of death coming to him. She couldn't plead for the hospital to undo what they'd done though. It had already happened. It was too late and there was no going back. All she could do was stare at the walls, listen to the noises and wait for something to happen.

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hello_minister
2009-09-15 02:13 am UTC (link)

Percy had spent a few disquieting moments in the hospital lobby where he contemplated simply not answering the telegram, but then his inherent Gryffindor courage under pressure and his own staid sense of responsibility kicked in and he went to the desk to ask after the healer who'd sent him the note. The Muggle facility was loud and bright and he winced a bit as someone came rushing by fountaining blood, but eventually he found himself speaking with a serious little man with a twitchy cheek muscle and tired eyes and then even later he found himself standing outside of the room on the Psychiatric Floor, because apparently they thought his wife was a bit mad.

His wife.

He wasn't sure what to expect, and it wasn't until he carefully knocked and opened the door that he manage to quiet the nerves that threatened to send him back out again.

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projected
2009-09-15 02:23 am UTC (link)

Penelope's eyes moved over to the door when she heard the knock, her pale hands gripping the sides of her hospital bed. She wasn't sure that she remembered to breathe because the footsteps were still Percy's even if they were different than she remembered them and the hair was still the red hair she remembered. He wasn't dead yet.

"Are you mad?" she said in a hushed voice, ripping a line out of her arm as she moved clumsily to shut the door behind him. "If the Ministry knew you were here with me. They'd send you to Azkaban. I didn't mean to give up your name. How could you be so foolish as to show up here? They're going to find out now. They're to kill us both."

She was the one that probably sounded mad but from where she was from that was there reality. He lived the life of a pro-Ministry, pro-Dark Lord person and snuck away to his life with her and his family on the side. There weren't allowed to go out in public and people certainly weren't allowed to know they were married since the ministry banned marriage to muggleborns.

She covered her arm with her hand, exerting pressure to stop the bleeding that had occurred from removing her own ivs. She wasn't even sure where her wand was anymore.