I am so sorry guys! This is absolute rubbish. I tried rewriting this chapter three times and still wasn't happy with it. I just really needed to get this one out , because school is starting soon, and I've got loads to do. I know where I'm going with it guys, it's just really hard getting there. I really want to do better for you next time. Please just try and stick with it if you can. Truely and honestly, I only expected this story to get maybe 3-5 views. So I didn't put that much effort into the first one, then I started stressing about the second one and it all went down hill. Capturing the twins personality is HARD considering their number of appearances in the series. Trust me, once we get out of all this mess , I'm really going to try and improve for you guys reading! If you read this and like it. Then I seriously love you hardcore 3. If you read it and hate it....I'M REALLY REALLY SORRY. I don't try and suck. Honest T-T.

"She can't die, She can't die..." George kept muttering to himself, rubbing his chin. He rocked back and forth on his heels, analyzing the statement. It seemed so odd to him, she was on the edge of death and probably deliruis , but why did she say it? More importantly , what did she mean by it? Was it a moment of realization that she didn't want to die? Did she mean she was on sort of a mission and she had to live? He just didn't get what she meant. Fred said he was over-thinking the situation and should just leave it be. He rubbed his temples and looked over at his brother who was on the other side of the unconscious girl's bedside. George smiled at him, and threw him a piece of candy. Fred did a quick scan of it, making sure it wasn't one of their products. Once it was confirmed alright, he popped it in his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. "Hey Fred, what do you suppose she men-"

"George, would ya give it a rest?" Fred rolled his eyes, placing an elbow on an unoccupied corner of the bed, letting his eyes wonder over the girl. Fred did the same, thinking back on what had happened, they never really got a good look at her. He paled at the remembrance of removing the broom stick from her torso. The girl had been awake, screaming, and in pain for that.

Flashback

"'t. Die." The girls words were laced in a thick accent, and drowned out from all the blood. However, they all still understood her. There was a moment of silence after that. She just laid there, in all her bloody glory , staring up at the sky, with a blank expression on her face .Her eyes looking more dead than the rest of her body.

"What?" Harry had spoken out, he had fully captured every ones thoughts at that moment. They paid it no mind however, and the adults starting planning amongst them selves on how to remove the giant metal broom stick from her body without further damaging her.

"Well don't you think we should put the child under a sleeping spell first?" Proffesor McGonagall asked bewildered that no one else had mentioned that first. Hagrid nodded in agreement at Dumbledoore and the Professor. Professor Dumbledoore ,however, shook his head.

"To save her pain yes, but if we start muttering incantations, she lives, but something goes wrong later, she's likely to think we hexed her, and seek revenge. However, we shall give her the decision." The teachers slowly came up to the girl. Fred and George moved to the side to join the other students. George turned his attention to his young friends. "Why did they let you all come? This is something the professor usually would like to keep under their pointed hats. " Fred crossed his arms at them, looking at them like a scolding father.

"I told them they shouldn't come, nobody said they couldn't ,so they followed us." He said, trying to look them all in the eyes to feel bad for their misbehavior.

"Remind you of someone?" Ron fired back, and that got a sly smile out of George and Fred. They looked at each other and shrugged, " Not at all!" They said in unison. Then Ginny piped up, "We were concered about you, thought maybe you had gotten attack as well. " George put on a sincerely touched looked and went to hug his sister, "Thanks for the genuiley fake concern." He said, letting Ginny think she was taking her victory, when she went to hug him , George pulled back and Ginny stumbled. He giggled as his sisters face turned red and she pouted, Harry let out a little giggle , but Ginny quickly silenced him with a look that could kill. "Sorry , got a little blood on your sweater. " George said pointed to a spot on her sweater vest. He then did that overly used nose flick prank.

"Really Ginny? You've lived with us all of your life and you still let him get you twice with such easy gags?" Fred critized , giving his brother a pat on the back. Their moments of merriment was interupted by a loud shrieking

"NO!" The girl screamed, she was not cooperating with any sort of spell being put on her. Nor did she want their help. From the cluster of adults around her, the students barely caught a glance of her trying to remove the broomstick from her own chest. She seemed to be recovering some strength, but not enough. The Weasley twins winced , wondering if they should try and help again or not. Ron covered his face with his pale hand and peered out his fingers.

"Honestly, I don't get her problem. Even if she was a bad guy, shouldn't she be taking advantage of this situation?" When he looked up, Hermoine already had her mouth open to speak. He rolled his eyes and whispered to Fred , George and Harry. "She knows the answer to everything doesn't she?" All three of them nodded, not noticing Hermoine had overheard and was giving them a disapproving look.

"I was only going to answer cause you asked! Honestly Ronald!" She fired at them. "Now as I was about to say, judging from her accent she's not from arround here, so she must not be familar with the local wizard celebrites, plus, my parents watch a lot of muggle crime shows. See thoose marks on her arms , there? Thoose are signs of struggle. She's obviously been at battle with someone or thing. So, she doesn't know who to trust at this point. Possiably somethings been chasing her, and she thinks this all to be a trap. Add that all to extreme blood loss and an unbearable amount of pain, and" Hermoine finished, looking quite proud of her theory. George and Fred just stared at each other for a minute. Thinking about what she had said. Fred tapped his knuckles lightly on Hermoines head, "Got alot of brain in there don't ya? It's hidden under all that hair!" Hermoine smacked them away with a piece of parchment as she had a tendency of doing now a , Nevil Longbottum was having a small panic attack,

"How can you guys joke and be calm at a time like this? The girl is DYING. She's all bloody and and and BLOODY! " He fainted again, just happening to look over at the teachers who were trying to remove the broom stick from the girls bosom, which caused wounds to bleed more. The students all had glanced back at what he saw and quickly looked away. "We're pulling a 'Fudge' , we don't want to face whats behind us, so we're blocking it out with jokes. " Luna had piped up for the first time since they had gotten there. She smiled at them, " I really do hope she doesn't die...but if you do, all of you will have witnessed it, so you'll be able to see the Thestrals." She said, scarily gleefully in this environment. Everyone but Harry had a quite confused look on their face. They just blew it off as Luna being Luna.

Harry felt bad for Nevil, he nudged his fallen friend with his foot.

"I think you just might as well stay down there , Nevil. So you don't have to fall again and hurt yourself." Nevil nodded up at him ,whilst George was rubbing his nose. The blood had dried and cracked and he was trying to rub most of it off but it came off in red flakes.

"Plus, if she's stronger enough to hit me with a left-hook like that, I don't think she's going to die at this point. " That got him thinking about what she had said again, I can't die? What did that mean? He bit his knuckles. He turned on his right heel, creating a small whole in the snow as he started to walk back to see if he could help . Hagrid turned his large frame and urged him forward with a meaty worn hand.

"C'om then ,Fred, I think we've almost got it, just keep her down. " George didn't even bothering correcting him, kneeling down beside her. She seemed to have calmed down greatly. Dumbledoore was sure great with people. She kept taking in deep shuttering breaths. She pulled an arm weakly to her face, her palms her trembling and her eyes squeezed tight. She knew what was coming, so did they. Proffesor McGonagall was in her position, holding her down by her waist. Dumbledoore held down her legs, and George got into position to hold down her upper half. "Don't worry little one, it'll be over in a bit, I'm sorry , I know this is going to hurt. " Hagrid said, guilt dripping from his voice. He didn't want to hurt the poor creature but it was to help her after all. Hagrid gripped the base of the broom stick, and heaved upwards. Immediately , the girls hand flew out of Georges grip , but quickly relatched them to his own. She was holding his hand so tightly her knuckles were white and old cuts had reopened themselves from the skin stretching. The blood had started gushing from her torso. Due to the fact the broom had decorations and rings on the back it had further helped to ripping her insides. She was screaming again, and hodling George's hand so tightly now that it began to change colors. Professor Pomfrey was on her way with a stretcher, followed by professor Snape. George picked up the fussing ,fighting girl and placed her on the strecher, soon she passed out. Loosing her grip on George's hand. He breathed out a sigh of relieve, happy to feel blood flowing back into the area. Snape had wanted just to use a healing spell to help her, but it was against there laws to use magic on someone who refused.

They really couldn't do much about that. While they were bickering this, George walked along side the stretcher. His hand still in hers, all the way to the infirmary. Then she was whisked away by the professor for some immediate damage control .

-End Flashback-

Ever since then, Fred and George had been waiting in the infirmary wing. Luna had to catch the train home . Hermoine, Ron and Harry were catching a ride back to spent Christmas at the Weasley's , so they had just decided to walk about the castle grounds, getting things done on whatever adventure they were on now. Just thirty minutes ago, the newly bandaged body of the girl they found in the woods was brought to a bed. George and Fred wanted to make sure she was conscious and okay before leaving the castle grounds. It wasn't like them, but they had just lost a lot of business over this chick. They might as well stick with her now. Fred threw George a soda they had gotten from an icechest they brought with them for the ride.

"I love these muggle drinks." Fred said while downing one, crushing the can and throwing it like a basketball in a nearby trash bin.

"As dad would say-" George started and together the Weasley Twins finished what their dad would always repeat when venturing off into the muggle world. "Ingenious these muggles!" They clinked soda cans and George shook one up and aimed it at Fred, getting a little bit on his face. Fred got up ,ready to retaliate by pouring the entire can on Georges orange head, but just as he was tipping the can over, they heard a female groan and looked over to the bed. She was sitting up rubbing her temples muttering words to herself that the twins couldn't understand. Fred had been so distracted, he forgot he had the can tipped over and ended up spilling on his own shoe. "Bloody hell...." He muttered jumping on one foot ,shaking it high, hoping ot spill some on George. George hadn't notice, or he'd be laughing in his brothers face. No, he was focusing on the girl. Her bangs were choppy and messy and hide her face like a thick black shroud, he could kind of tell her eyes were open, but not very well. She still looked like she was in a daze, and she had registered their presence yet.

"Hi, I'm George Weasley, and that idiot over there is my brother, Fred Weasley, if you can't tell with all that hair in your eyes, we're twins." He greeted her in a friendly tone despite his little poke at her hair. He held out his hand for a proper handshake, an uncommon show of courtesy from a Weasley Twin. Instead of getting a polite replay back, the sound at someones made her shriek and jump to the farthest corner away of the bed , in doing so, her back bumped against Fred's stomach. "Oh don't listen to him, he's the idiot. I'm Fred and he's the way, why must you scream so much?" Fred said with a smirk and held out his hand as well, plugging his ear with the other. The girl squeaked scooting back from him as well. "Would you stop scaring all the girls ,Fred?" George laughed with his brother. The girl just looked back and forth between the two , scooting as far away as possible. Her heart was racing, she was in a strange place, with two strange boys. What's she's been through already put her on the edge. She was scared, but ready to defend herself. The twins picked up on her fear right away, "Oh calm down would you? Do these faces look like they could hurt you?" They batted their eyelashes, and stuck out their lower lips. Attempting to look innocent. Of course, anyone could see through that in a heartbeat if you knew them. George straightened himself up, "But seriously, no one here's going to hurt you. But you might hurt yourself if you don't calm down." He smiled cheekily at her. Expecting all sorts of thanks and gratitude for saving her life. Instead, she just snapped at him, " That's what they said!" She started surveying the room, she was only three beds away from the door. If she made a mad dash. Maybe she could make it out.

"Who's 'the-?" Before Fred and George could finish their sentence, the girl had jumped out of bed and started running toward the door. She made it a good distance before she fell and started coughing. Her injuries were slowing her down. She couldn't escape. She was on her knees, coughing and withering in pain. She started bawling. She still kind of tried to reach the door. But she just couldn't go on. "Christ, woman! " George started. "What's your problem? We've been nice to you since we found you, why are you so frightened?" He walked cautiously toward her , trying not to spook her again. He said in front of her while Fred remained standing nearby.

"We're just trying to help." Fred added for good measures. This got her crying more, she pounded the ground with her brushed fist. She started speaking in a shaky voice.

"That's what they said too! They were nice to me ,too! Until ,I didn't want to give them what they wanted from me! I can't help you, why can't everyone just leave me alone! I won't help you! " Her accented voice was laced with desperation and fear. Fred knitted his red brows together. George leaned forward and patted her head softly , she recoiled from his black hair her slightly shifted to reveal electric blue highlights. "Honestly , love, we've wanted nothing more in our life than to prank , be mischievous, and cause chaos and mayhem for the noble teachers of Hogwarts." Fred stated shamelessly. George grinned at his brother,

"Yes, and we do it so successfully we made a career out of it. We don't need anything else." George The girl looked up at them suspiciously, she looked up at George with a snarl on her face. "Then why did you help me?" They looked at each other with bewildered expressions, honestly, they had helped her,

"Out of the goodness of our hearts!" They said simultaneously, and then bursted out laughing, not believing they could actually say that and be honest. Still, the girl wore a hardset scowl . Scooting away across the floor. "But...." George started slowly. Fred raised an eyebrow at his brother, wondering what he was up to. "If you don't mind, I'd like to see the face of the girl who's life I helped saved, name as well, I can't go around all day calling you 'girl'. " He said in a tone making sure she understood that no was not an answer.

"Aha, I knew you wanted som-......ah, what?" Her right hand went up to touch her bangs. "No." She said quickly, her face getting a twinge of pink for a few seconds. She scooted back even further. When she looked up, she saw Fred hovering over her.

"Ya know, if you keep frowning like that, your skin is gonna sag like this."He said putting his hands to his face and pulling down, making an awful face. George did the same, trying to pull his cheeks farther down than Fred's. The girl took in a few deep breaths, scooting towards a wall. "Is this some kind of trick? Are you acting like fools to get me to trust you?" She tried standing up to make another dash, to other wounds had stopped hurting, but the one where the broom stick had stuck itself in her body, reopened a little. She coughed hard, and back up against the wall. She took in breaths , but it was like she couldn't breath. , the twins had run to her side to help. However, it was too late, she got on her knees, throwing up blood all over the place. The twins thought she was done for . However, she just took in deep shuddering breaths, and wiped off the corner of her mouth. "Yuck..." She smacked her mouth like she had something sticky and awful stuck in there. George did a face palm, and Fred let out a sigh of relief.

"No, we always act like that. But do you always act batshit insane when your critically injured?" George tried avoiding stepping on the mess as he went to her side to help her up.

"Are you like trying to kill yourself or something? Do you want to die? Fred added in agreement. He started looking around, hoping the a nurse or something would come to clean up the mess.

"How are you still alive?" George asked only half-jokingly , and half in amusement.

The girl gave a bitter smile, " I already told you, I can't die." She sighed heavily , her head hung. "If only, if only." She said, strong longing in every word. The boys were surprised at this ,but tried to dismiss it. George picked her up bridal style, and placed her on a bed, using a sheet from a separate bed to help clean her up. They sat in silence for a few minutes. Of course, the Weasley twins could not sit happily in silence.

So one of them had to crack a joke. "Yeah, you're right I don't think you can die, what are you a cat or something? Missing some of your nine lives now huh? You've got to be on your 4th." Fred made kitty cat noises and reached out his hand like a paw and clawing at her, while George spoke. She threw a pillow at him, snorting. As the pillow was in motion, she gasped at her actions , and covered her head with her arms. They just laughed and dodged the pillow, but their laughter was quickly halted at seeing how afraid she was.

"I'm sorry, please don't hurt me, please no more!" She was rocking back and forth now. Muttering to herself. Horrible memories flooded her head. She pull and tugged at her hair, "I don't wanna be like this. I don't wanna be me, I don't wanna be alive. I don't wanna live forever!Damnit, why can't I die? Why do I have to bare this curse! I don't want it. I don't want it." She screamed the last part, banging her head on her knees. Fred and George both took a step back, not knowing how to handle serious situations. How to truely emotionally help her. All they knew how to do was laugh, but this wasn't funny. This girl had been seriously damaged. They had spent their whole lives destroying things, not fixing them. They stood there, in stunned silence at her words. George grabbed his brothers arm tightly, his green eyes , widening as big as saucers. "You don't mean you're-you're immortal?" Fred let out a gasp. It all made sense now.