A/N: Sorry for the long wait guys, I've been really busy. I've decided that I'll post when the next update will be on my profile so you guys can know when to expect the next chapter. Anyway here's chapter 7, hope you guys enjoy :)

Lena strolled into the small kitchen, grabbing a mug to serve herself some coffee before heading to St. Mungos, not noticing the twins.

"Lena I don't think you should head out," Fred said, fear in his voice.

She laughed, thinking it was a joke, but looking over at George, he confirmed Fred was being serious.

"What's going on?"

"They're requiring Muggle-borns to sign for some sort of registration," George spoke up, setting down the Daily Prophet.

She stood confused, but looking at the headline were the words Muggle-Born Registration Commission.

"What is this?" She grabbed the newspaper, her eyes darting fast as she read. Fred had begun to pace around her.

"How could we steal magic?" Lena asked once she finished reading.

"You can't go."

"I have nothing to hide Fred. I didn't steal magic-"

"You can't go! Look who's in charge!"

She didn't have to look again, her heart sank at the thought; Dolores Umbridge.

"Well what am I supposed to then, go into hiding?"

His eyes lit up.

"No forget I said that-"

"George where was it that-"

"Fred I can't go into hiding! That'll make the situation worse."

"How about Aunt Muriel's place?" George suggested.

"Don't enable him!" she groaned.

"That should be the last resort. Think Georgie!"

"How about I stay here."

Fred paused as if she had suggested the best idea, adding, "But you can't leave."

"I have work!"

"No Lena, Fred is right. With Dolores Umbridge behind this, it's better to lay low," George added.

"But I have to go to work."

"Isn't there a staff of a hundred already there?" Fred asked.

"Besides you're an awful nurse, I still have a hole in my head," George grinned but Lena didn't laugh.

"I told you that was caused-"

"I was joking."

"You go straight to work, don't talk to anyone, matter in fact ignore everyone," Fred ordered, causing to Lena grumble.

"What am I, a house elf?"

"You have the height to be one!"

"Shut it, you," she glared at George who was still grinning.

"Ok, well I have to get ready now."

Fred stopped her, "Can't you miss one day? Just today, that's all I'm asking."

"What for?"

"Lena-"

"One day, that's all!"

Lena went over and smacked George's head, sitting down to read the story again. It would only be one day, something she could handle, but one day turned into three days. Having had enough, on the third morning, Lena woke up earlier than usual to get ready. She knew Fred would try to stop her again if he woke up, still worried over the muggle commission. Kissing a sleeping Fred, she quietly closed the bedroom door, only to be confronted by George.

"Morning."

"Morning George."

"Heading out?"

"Yeah, going to work."

He shook his head, "Better hurry up before Freddie wakes up." Lena didn't need to be told twice, heading out to the front of the store.

"Alright I'll see you two later," she said, hugging George, who closed up behind her. Diagon Alley was completely deserted this early in the morning. Making her way to The Leaky Cauldron, a pit formed in her stomach, but like always she ignored the feeling. Walking in, she was taken by surprise at a woman wailing that her husband had been taken by a group of men.

"Calm down Flora," an old wizard tried to calm her down but she continued to wail.

"They said he had stolen his wand and would be taken to Azkaban if found guilty!"

The voices grew fainter as she continued walking towards the back brick wall; once entering muggle world, she oddly felt safer. St. Mungos was busier than usual, all types of patients arriving. She clocked in and began to attend a man who had been bitten by a garden gnome.

"Pesky thing bit down when I tried to toss it," the man explained the wound on his hand.

"Perhaps you should use a Jarvey?" she suggested.

"Perhaps."

"Well you're all bandaged up, you're free to go," she smiled as the man got up.

She brushed her hair away from her face as she went to attend the next patient. Time went by swiftly, patients went in and out; Lena decided to take a small break. Heading into the break room there were other nurses huddled, whispering amongst each other. "What's going on?" she asked a nurse near her.

"Discussing the commission set for the muggle-borns."

A pudgy old nurse named Rose, was furiously talking as the other nurses listened in and nodded. "My daughter is married to a muggle-born. She told me he had decided to go sign up for this registration and was sentenced to face trial."

Another nurse gasped, "What for?"

"They want him to verify his lineage to confirm how he's a wizard."

The women all shook their head in despair. Lena stood back listening in, but her head was pounding over the bit of gossip.

"What is that?" Rose had stopped talking, listening to a commotion coming from outside the room.

"I don't know. Hold on-"

Everyone headed to the door, Lena being the first one to peek out.

"Let me go! What are you doing?" a man shouted as some men dressed in raggedy leather jackets, pulled him out of a room.

"You're Arnold Hay right?" one of the men sneered.

"Yes!"

"Well you didn't register did you? You're just a muggle who has stolen magic from a worthy witch or wizard. Now you have to answer to the law!"

The man wouldn't budge. "I didn't steal magic. I was born with it! Please let me go!"

More men had appeared, searching in rooms for people. Lena felt someone pull her away from the commotion; to her relief it was Amelia. "Lena get out of here! They're taking muggle borns in!" she frantically warned. "Go to the back entrance! Go now!"

"They can't do that-"

"Go now!"

Lena bumped into the door as she turned. "Don't run, just walk calmly," Amelia advised. She nodded and walked out, the group having multiplied in the few seconds she was with Amelia. Lena put on her best poker face, calmly walking to the back of the building which would lead her out to the main street.

"Hey did you check that one?" a gruff voiced asked behind Lena. She closed her eyes as she kept walking, inching closer to the main back exit.

"I don't think so. Hey you!"

Only a few inches away, she decided to run for it.

"We got someone running!" a snatcher called out, running after her. A spell flew past her as she crashed into the door, shutting it quickly. She ran into the streets, blending in with a group of muggles, specifically a tall man who shielded her. The group of men had reached outside and had started splitting up into smaller groups to search the streets. Lena separated from the tall man, heading into an alleyway to apparate home.

"Fred!" she cried out frantically as she arrived; no answer. Going to the front, Fred and George were tending customers.

"How was work?" Fred smiled, not looking up from the counter. George looked over and stopped what he was doing, a worried look on his face. "What happened?" he asked, causing his brother to look up, his smile sliding off his freckled face.

"They're taking us in as if we were some criminals!" she choked between breaths.

Fred grabbed her, leading her to the back where he motioned at George to finish up and close up the shop. Sitting her down, he calmly asked what had happened.

"Some random men came to St. Mungos, pulling people away," tears streaming down her face. Her brown eyes were bloodshot red from the tears that would not stop falling. Fred started pacing, not knowing what to do, but Lena knew.

"I have to leave." Her face turned stone cold, the tears seized from spilling. Rationalism had taken over Lena, who had buried her emotions now.

"Go where?" Fred groaned in frustration.

"I could go to the Borrow for a few days," she explained. "They know I'm here, they'll be coming any minute now." She got up and started packing everything that was hers.

"Let's think this through-"

"There's nothing to think about Fred. They're arresting us for not registering!"

"But you could register now," he said in disbelief.

"It wouldn't matter, they're accusing us of stealing magic unless we can prove otherwise. I'm the only witch in my family," she finally whispered, realizing she had no other choice but to run. Fred stood still, also realizing the hard truth.

"Help me pack," she said, shoving everything in her bag. "We can't leave anything. You have to say I left."

"That's not believable Lena! What you left one morning without telling me!" the anger in his voice made her wince. "You were at work today," he lowered his tone.

"We had a row, I went to go live with a few friends from school, and you haven't heard from me in days. It's not that hard Fred, use that imagination you have," she explained, going over to caress his face.

They heard the door to the small flat open, George marching in, "I think it's time Lena leaves."

"Wait-"

"No time Fred, some men are outside in the streets, seizing people. They got this list," he motioned a list.

"But-"

"I'll see you soon," Lena kissed Fred goodbye as she picked up her bags and apparated.