Hello. I am currently listening to If I Die Young by The Band Perry. It is quite a lovely song.

Anyways,

Don't own Harry Potter.

Hera was livid. That damned Madam Pomfrey had kicked her out of the hospital wing! Didn't she understand that she needed to be by her brother's side the whole time! Hero would have trusted her to do that and now that damned nurse kicked her out! Go see McGonagall! She didn't want to see the damned cat woman; she wanted to see her siblings recover!

Hera punched the wall in anger…and regretted it…Well, at least she could get into the Hospital Wing now…

"If I see you in here within the next hour I am going to kick you out for the rest of the week!" Madam Pomfrey scolded as she wrapped Hera's hand.

"Listen lady, I don't care what you do," it was the first time the Madam had heard Hera speak since the three days before when her siblings came rushing in. The Madam heard to of them talking about one of the fifth year students, Hectic Concept, wouldn't come down. Apparently he was the eldest brother of these three kids. Being a nurse sure did give her the latest gossip… "That is my little brother laying on that cot! I will be here when he wakes up if that means hiding in the shadows for five months without food! Hero trusted me with watching out for him and I seemed to have failed. I cannot fail Hero again." Her eyes had turned a strange shade of pink that the Madam had become accustomed to when the young girl was upset. She had thoughts that her siblings did the same thing.

"You care a great deal about them don't you?" Madam Pomfrey asked softly.

"They are all I have left. Sure Father is still alive but after Mother died he became cold and distant; he was no long Father, he was King Shadow. I'm afraid that Hero will be just like him. I had seen him kill a man without even blinking and that scared me. Hero seemed to become more heartless everyday." Hera answered as she moved to stroke her younger brother's head.

"And what about you?" Madam Pomfrey prompted her.

"I'm a cold heartless being who deserves to put to death, well, that's what some boy said to me when I broke his arm in the hall." She gave a cheeky grin and walked over to Hero who was still asleep.

"That doesn't seem pleasant." Madam Pomfrey said.

"I bet it wasn't but he was the one who knocked me down. Then he had the guts to go and say stuff about the on coming war with the Elemental Realm. Rather brave little bugger if you ask me. Real wimpy scream though. He even had the nerve to criticize Princess Hero. Said I reminded him of her. I just grinned and told him that the resemblance was because we're twins. Didn't believe me at first. I so showed him. Come to think of it he should be waking up soon…" Hera mused half to herself as she straightened Hero's black hair and wiped the sweat off her forehead.

"Are you always this motherly of your siblings?" a voice interrupted from the doorway. Hera lifted her head to see the boy who helped Hero, Alexander or something. Behind him stood what looked like an older version of Horror.

"Actually, Hero, usually mothers us. Makes sure we had enough to eat, makes sure the laundry is done, makes sure our nightmares don't keep us up too much, takes most of the pressure that father puts on us. Though I doubt she would have to do all that if someone else was there. Oh well. Hero only had to grow up when she was five to take care of her mute sister and baby brother." She stared at Hero with a mixture of pride and sisterly affection. "If only someone else was there…"

"You are very good at that guilt thing, you know that right?" the boy questioned.

"We went through training." Hera said lightly as she watched Hero closely, willing her to wake up.

"Are you serious?" Hectic sounded shocked.

"I have never told a joke in my life. I don't believe Hero has ever laughed and Horror has never had a friend. Yet, here you are, being fed everyday and night, having a warm bed and not having nightmares." Hera responded moving to check on Horror once again.

"He's bigger than I remember." Hectic murmured from the doorway.

"Well come sit next to him." Hera said with raised eyebrows, "I promise he won't bite, I'm not even sure if he's breathing." She sneered the last part.

"I'm sorry." Hectic offered quietly. "I was scared and so young."

"We were younger." Her pink irises returned, "We were terrified! Our big brother abandoned us with a heartless dictator! What were we supposed to think? Hero doesn't want anything to do with you! I hate you! And worse of all… Horror wants to be you. This sweet like eight year old wishes he could be like his big brother, not knowing the whole story. Hero had forbidden me from telling him the truth. Instead she told him lies! How you were taken away kicking and screaming! How you didn't want to leave us! But in reality you pretty much skipped out of our lives. Hero will never forgive you. I don't know if I can. Horror is so ignorant to the truth. Do you know what the worst part of this damned soap opera is? It took you three days you come visit your blink from death siblings, when you should have ran from the feast! You betrayed us, Hectic! You left us! Do you know what it was like in that mad house? The only thing that kept me sane was Hero! Do you know what he made us do? He made us kill people! Innocent people! We had to kill them in cold blood for his amusement! And where were you? Stuffing your mouth with bloody pie!" she sat down defeated by Hero's bed, and looked at him.

"I really am sorry. Not a day went by that I didn't miss you guys." Hectic said with his glasses sliding down his nose.

"You don't know how much I want to rip out your throat and feed it to a cat but I realized, you're betrayal is like last season's fashion; I'm so over it. Though watching you die would be rather fun…" she mused, "Since I am sure Hero wouldn't approve of you death while she can't help I think I'll have to settle for a hug."

Hectic walked towards the tiny girl as if he was afraid for his life, (Which he rightfully was), and received a bone crushing hug.

"Well isn't this a Hallmark moment?" a slightly raspy voice said. Hera spun around to have her face break into pure glee and tackled Hero in a hug. "Whoa Hera, I like you but you know about my no touching rule." This only caused Hera she squeeze her older sister hard.

"Hey! You're that boy that I wanted to stab, er, I mean that helped me." Hero said distracting Hera as she pointed to Alexander…or was it Alexandro?

"Um, yeah." He said awkwardly, "That was me."

"Where are you dumb twins? I wanted to thank them about helping Horror." She said looking around. Alexander smiled at her description.

"Eating probably. They're Hufflepuffs." Alexander said it as it explained everything.

Hero blinked once, twice, three times, "What the bloody hell is a Hufflepuff?"

The room broke out into laughs, even Madame Pomfrey smiled at Hero's question.

"It's a house here." Hectic said. At her questioning glance he continued, "At Hogwarts" 'bloody pig's arse' "We have four houses. Hufflepuff," 'sounds like a bloody doll name' "Slytherin," 'Slytherin your bed' "Gryffindor," 'Griffindorks' "And Ravenclaw." 'How about Ravensmall? No? Okay…'

"Hufflepuff is for the misfits, Slytherin is for the evil, Gryffindor is for the arrogant, and Ravenclaw is for the smartest most respectable people." Alexander said.

"And Alexander." Hectic smirked at his friend.

"I'd rather like Slytherin." Hero mused while Hera nodded her head, "Although," Hera looked at her sharply, "I will go wherever Horror goes."

"That is very selfless of you." Hectic said sounding surprised.

"Don't act so surprised! I may be a cold blooded murderer but I am a good big sister. I was ordered to murder yet I would kill myself before I leave Horror defenseless. The one time I let my guard down look what happened! You want to know a secret, Hectic? Horror has never killed anyone. I did it. I did it all!" Madam Pomfrey noticed with interest that Hero's eyes flashed yellow when she was upset.

"I wasn't questioning you." Hectic said quickly, holding his arms up in surrender.

"Good, because you have no room to." Hero glared at Hectic, not letting her ease herself while he was in the room.

Hectic glared back. Hera rolled her eyes.

This was going to be a long week.

You need to eat something. Hera signed at Hero as she watched their younger brother.

I'd rather not. Hero signed back still not removing her eyes from Horror.

He'll still be here when we get back. Hera signed in frustration.

You don't know that. They're just waiting until I let my guard down so they can kill him. Hero signed back with a glare.

Please? Hera tried.

No. I'm not hungry. Hero signed.

You haven't eaten in three weeks! Hera said. Everyday for the last three weeks Hero sat beside Horror's bed not eating or sleeping. Everyday both Hera and Alexander tried to get Hero to leave. It didn't take long for Hera to figure out that Alexander harbored a crush on her sister.

When I know my little brother is okay, I'll eat. Hero signed at her.

I didn't want to resort to this… Hera signed and waved Alexander over.

"Hero, you need to eat." He told her firmly.

"I need to make sure he's safe." Hero said.

"I'm sorry for this." He pulled Hero's small form over his shoulder.

"Let me go! I need to make sure! I need…" she suddenly broke off and began shaking. Alexander looked over his shoulder to see her crying. He heard her mumbling something and listened closely, "I'm sorry I failed you mom! I failed you!"

"I thought you did rather well." A soft voice said. Hero raised her head to see Horror sitting up in bed.

"How?" she asked as Alexander set her down.

"Miracles? Hope? Maybe the fact that when you cry it has medical properties. You are half an element." He muttered the last half so that Alexander didn't hear it.

"I thought you were going to die." She whispered as she grabbed him into a hug. He held her just as tight and Alexander suddenly felt very awkward, thinking he was intruding on something he shouldn't have been. He quickly walked out of the hospital wing to the Great Hall where he told Hinder and Hectic the news.

As he watched the cousins run up to see the little eight year old he could only think one thing.

Tragedy tore this family apart but, ironically, war and more tragedy was bringing them together…they were on the road to healing.

Or so they all thought…

How was it? I want to know what you think!

Love,

O.o Livi Lou o.O