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"Harriet!" Fred and George exclaimed, rushing down the infirmary hall, heading directly for their mate who looked so very vulnerable.
Arriving on either side of her bed, the first thing that hit them was how small she was. She looked as she had the very first time they had met her on the Hogwarts Express all those years ago. She was thin and pale, so tiny that even the thirteen year old bodies they were stuck in seemed to dwarf her. The second thing that caught their attention was how much worse off she was than even their memory of their first meeting. Her breathing was shallow and her lips were just being to tinge blue. They could see her form trembling under the blanket that was tucked over her and there was a sickly rasp to her breathing that put them on edge.
George and Fred reached for her without hesitation, their hands took hers from where they had been laying on the bed next to her. A shock shot up their wrists and they felt their soulmate bond start to buck violently at the barrier that was blocking them from one another. The twins gritted their teeth at the painful struggle but refused to let go of Harriet's hands.
Fred looked down to the end of the bed where Griphook was now standing with a stern female goblin who was holding a clipboard, "What did the diagnosic find?"
The healer pursed her lips and pulled the clipboard up to read from, "Mrs. Prewett is currently physically suffering from two broken ribs, a cracked patella, multiple deep lacerations along her back, and a severe concussion. She also shows signs of long term malnourishment. The third standard test also shows that Mrs. Prewett's magical core is bound and depleted to almost nonexistence and that she is currently under the influence of many personality altering potions as well as one designed to suppress her bond with you two which seems to have only partially worked. It also showed there is what appears to be a horcrux within her scar that your soul bond is having trouble fighting fully because of all of her other ailments. Finally the test and the diagnostic registered the remnants of a strong magic that entered her recently, its signature was similar to that of an ice Phoenix burn." The healer let her clipboard drop slightly so she could look at Fred, "We have been hoping that Mrs. Prewett, her father, or you two would appear to clarify what has happened to her."
Fred and George looked to each other with deep frowns, "Her father?"
Griphook nodded seriously, "Lord Potter would have been able to allow us treatment if he had appeared even if he was not aware of what put her in this state."
"James Potter is dead." Fred said evenly as George brushed hair from Harriet's forehead.
Griphook silently pulled a piece of parchment from the healers clipboard and handed it over to Fred so he could read it.
Name: Harriet Rose Prewett nee Potter
Mother: Lily Jasmine Potter nee Evans (Deceased)
Father: James Charlus Potter (Alive)
Spouse: Fred Fabian Prewett-Weasley (Alive) (Soulmate)
Spouse: George Gideon Prewett-Weasley (Alive) (Soulmate)
Age: 10/25
Fred's frown deepened and George sent his own curiosity at the development. Fred handed the paper back to Griphook, "We weren't aware he was alive, Harriet didn't either. He wont know what happened."
"And we were separated from her." George continued, "We've been trying to find her to figure out what happened."
"Then our only hope for answers is for Mrs. Prewett to wake up." Griphook said solemnly.
The healer tapped at her clipboard primly, "Before we proceed I must warn you that the since we are not fully aware of what the phoenix signature did to your wife we may run the risk of harming her further with the rituals we would normally use to remedy this sort of thing."
Fred and George's minds ran a mile a minute, undercut by their confusion and constant worry for Harriet. Finally they came to a tentative answer. 'Can you do it if the goblins can't?' Fred asked.
'I've been practicing with Strange. I'm pretty confident.' George replied with no hesitation.
They looked to the goblins again, "Do you have someone"
"on staff here who could draw out her"
"astral form so we could ask her what happened?"
The healer cocked an eyebrow but Griphook nodded, "We have someone versed enough in the Mystic Arts to do that but unless she has had it done before I wouldn't suggest it in her current state. It can be disorienting the first time and that may hinder her condition."
"She's had it done before by the Sorcerer Supreme." George answered, his focus going back to Harriet.
"I shall call for Clawharper." The healer said with only the slightest of reaction to the declaration before walking away, leaving Fred and George to settle onto the bed on either side of Harriet.
"Shall I have Bloodfang give me your tests?" Griphook asked.
"If you could." Fred said evenly as he ran his fingers through Harriet's limp, dull hair.
"We'd like you to take over our accounts like you have Harriet's." George continued, his hand gripping hers tightly.
"Very well." Griphook said, bowing slightly before walking swiftly from the room.
'How did her core get so depleted?' George wondered worriedly.
'Considering our surroundings and what happened beforehand, Glacia could have trapped us in an illusion so we could fight off the curse and heal.' Fred threw out.
'But why this time? Our time at Avengers Tower or the Gemini Campanile would have definitely been more relaxing.' George said.
'We'll just have to wait to talk to her I guess.' Fred hummed, rubbing his thumb along the back of Harriet's hand. They sat there with Harriet, watching over her sickly form and waiting for the goblins to return.
Griphook appeared first, reading through the three tests that had been done. "You seemed to have been effected by the ice phoenix signature as well." Was how he announced his return, his eyes glued to the parchment in front if him, "Though your seems much more minor that your wife's."
"Does this conversation fall under client-manager confidentiality?" George asked, looking back at Griphook, the goblin nodded, "Harriet's second animagus is an ice phoenix."
"That is most likely why the signature seems bigger on hers." Fred finished.
Griphook pursed his lips, "You three are going to be very interesting clients aren't you?"
The twins gave him small grins, "We'll try our best!"
"Please spare me from too many events such as the one this morning." Griphook gruffed, "I value my sanity."
"Sanity is no fun." George muttered softly.
"Yes, well 'fun' does not make money." Griphook answered.
Fred snorted, "Just wait."
Just then the healer returned with another goblin who Fred and George assumed was Clawharper, the Mystic Arts user.
"Mr. and Mr. Prewett, this is Clawharper, the England Gringotts Branch's Mystic Arts user." The healer informed them quickly, Clawharper bowed to them. "If we could get this underway. I would like to know if I can treat my patient as soon as possible."
Fred nodded sharply and with a flick of his hand a privacy ward was up. "Whenever you are ready Clawharper." He announced, George shifting up a little bit so the goblin could get to Harriet easier.
Clawharper gave the ward a slightly impressed look before walking over and making a very quick and precise strike to Harriet's third chakra. Harriet's body jolted and the twins locked their jaws, squeezing her hands tighter. Clawharper looked slightly above the bed and waved his hands in a very intricate motion. Not a second later a faded and wispy looking form popped into visibility above the bed with a light gasp.
"Harriet!" Fred and George exclaimed, taking in the full twenty-five-year-old form of their mate who looked much better than her ten year old body, with only stress showing upon her astral body in the form of her frizzed out short hair, tense shoulders, and wild eyes.
The astral form of Harriet blinked and looked down at the twins from where she was floating, she smiled, her eyes softened a bit and the line of her shoulders relaxed visibly. "George, Fred. You're alright."
"More than we can say for you!" George answered pointedly.
Harriet looked down at her ten-year-old body and grimaced, "Yeah. Things got a little out of hand."
Fred raised an eyebrow at her, "And Thor is just a little bit of a handful when he's hammered." George snorted.
"Mrs. Prewett." The healer interrupted, her attitude no nonsense and demanding. All three Prewetts looked to her. "You seem to be taking the astral projection well. Could you please clear up what has happened so we can treat you safely?"
Fred and George looked back to their mate, "The last thing we remember is"
"Ron shooting that curse at us"
"and Dumbledore monologuing."
"Then we woke up at the Burrow."
Harriet's face turned serious and she pulled her legs up so she was floating crosslegged. "When Dumbledore was gloating Glacia heard our wishes to protect our family." She looked down at Fred and George with pain clear on her face, "You were dying, your souls were already breaking from your bodies. So I wrapped my soul around yours' and Glacia dragged us away." Her face cleared a bit, "I woke up back in my cupboard at the Dursleys." The twins tensed, clenching their jaws. "Glacia told me that she had used my first burning day to drag our souls out from that particular moment and fling us back along the timeline to a point where my body was weak enough to receive the older soul and then took over my younger form. It was in response to our wishes." She ran a hand through her frizzed out hair with a gusty sigh, "I held your souls with me until they were healed from the curse damage and your younger bodies were weak enough to receive them."
"The potions explosion." George noted, Harriet cocked an eyebrow at him.
"And your wounds?" The healer asked impatiently.
Harriet floated a little lower, "Late last night when I felt Fred and George's souls start to pull away from me I knew that their bodies were weak enough to receive their older souls. I wrapped as much of my magic as I could around them so that they would get there quickly and safely as well as to help heal whatever it was that had gotten them that weak in the first place before I sent them on their way. Unfortunately, not too long after that Vernon came home drunk. Apparently my labored breathing due to my large magical expenditure was annoying. He pulled me from my cupboard and beat me pretty bad." George fought to keep his face straight even as Fred started growling mentally and imagining ways to torture the Dursleys. Harriet brought her astral hands down subtly and brushed at their shoulder. "I managed to get up when he went for the bat to break my leg and hit him over the head with a book. Luckily, his drunkenness helped him pitch forward and hit his head on the coffee table to completely take him out. After I got the room to stop spinning I got away from the wards of Privet Drive and made my way here."
"On a cracked patella?" The healer tutted, "Tell me you didn't walk the distance."
Harriet rubbed at the back of her neck, "No. I called the Knight Bus."
"How?" Griphook asked, "You had no possessions on you and they would not have let you on without pay."
Harri gave them a sheepish smile, "I may have used my fame and had them accept an IOU." She looked to her mates, "We'll also have to reimburse them because I'm pretty sure my blood ruined at least two of their seats."
"Blood is hard to get out even with charms." Fred said as George nodded solemnly.
'If they didn't blab to anyone we'll buy them a whole new bus for this.' George thought, Fred sent his agreement.
"Mrs. Prewett, what of this ice phoenix signature and will it affect my healing?" The healer asked.
Harriet shook her head, "The ice phoenix is my second animagus. It should not affect any healing. She's actually been quite dormant since the twins' souls left us."
"I should think so!" The healer clucked making Fred and George look to her curiously. The goblin just tapped her fingers against her clipboard agitatedly, "Taking one soul back in time would require immense power let alone three then shortly after that you wrapped almost all of your magic around your mates souls to send them off. And you did all of this, as you said, on your first burn as a phoenix. It's like you had a death wish!" The healer grew more and more angry as spoke, "Honestly you are lucky to have retained your magical core at all! What were you thinking!?"
Harriet's astral form flared and suddenly she changed from Harriet to a bedraggled looking Glacia who seemed to be emitting frost as she glared at the goblin, "I was thinking that my mates were dying and I sure as hell wasn't going to let them die without trying everything phoenixly possible to save them!"
"You could have burned your soul out, making them drop anywhere in the timeline you silly hatchling!" The healer retorted.
"Healer Applebaum!" Griphook shouted, the healer looked over to him and he raised an eyebrow, "As amusing as it would be to see you go up against a phoenix protecting its mates, yelling at your patient is not how we conduct ourselves here!"
Applebaum huffed and looked back at her clipboard, "It should be for stupid ones."
Glacia gave a furious shriek before suddenly shrinking back into Harriet's form. Harri rubbed at her head with a slight moan, "Bloody hell."
"Mrs. Prewett." Applebaum began again, this time stiffly, "Is there anything else I need to know about before I suggest a path of healing? Your mood swings perhaps?" George choked a bit and Fred ducked his head as the comment brought up memories of Harriet's pregnancy mood swings.
Harriet shot her mates a knowing look before looking back at the healer, "It's not a mood swing per say. I've only had my phoenix animagus for a short time and have yet to have time to completely integrate all of the innate knowledge that that a phoenix is born with. This give Glacia more of a personality than my first transformation. She was the one who dragged us back. You affronted her the most with your speech so she reacted."
Applebaum's lips pressed together in a thin line, "I see."
Griphook cleared his throat and Harri turned a kind smile on him, "Mrs. Prewett, your situation is very...unique and as your new manager I hope to get more answers later but we need to get you healed first and foremost. I assume you trust your husbands with any decisions regarding your care until such time as you regain consciousness."
"Of course." Harriet said confidently.
"Good. Then please return to your body," Applebaum said, "you outside of your body is doing nothing to help anything at the moment."
"Rest Harriet." George said softly.
"We'll take care of you." Fred added.
Harriet smiled at her mates as she sank back toward her body, "I don't doubt you will." With that Harriet's astral form disappeared completely.
George looked at Applebaum, "Do what you need to do to make her well." The healer bowed her head before bustling off to prepare.
'So we're actually back in time huh?' Fred mused.
'Didn't see that coming.' George chuckled.
'We'll have to get the family together again.' Fred said with a mental grin.
'And keep Harriet out of the old man's clutches.' George added fiercely.
'The second Generation of Marauders with the added bonus if the original Marauders that we'll be able to collect and plan with.' Fred thought, ideas already starting to form.
'Oh this gonna be good!'
The third chakra is right at your solar plexus if I read things right.
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