After breakfast we wandered around the castle. We couldn't exactly go to Hogsmeade, Fred and George had that privilege taken away this week end. I think it had something to do with Snape some pop and mentos... I may have contributed.. As in give them the idea and the supplies... I didn't get caught though, Fred and George did all the work.

We walked past the Black lake were George suggested throwing me in, to which I said "I don't think so." I ran away from them, but they soon caught up with me in the courtyard when I started coughing uncontrollably for a couple of moments.

"What's wrong?" asked a worried George.

"Don't worry it's nothing." I said while also trying to get some air.

"No it's not. You're sleeping more, look exhausted, and your starting to cough loads."

"George, I said that it was nothing." cough, cough, cough. "Ew, did that just happen?" I said. I slowly lifted my shaking blood filled hand back up towards my face. I can't believe that I just coughed up blood. It wasn't much, but it was enough to freak me out a bit.

Cough.. Cough, cough, more blood. Not good. Was this supposed to happen?

"See, something is not right. I'm taking you to the hospital wing." said George. He then swept me off my feet and ran me to the hospital wing with Fred following close behind shouting at everybody to get out of the way. I didn't struggle though, mainly because I was mentally going through the list of things that the doctors said would happen and for the life of me I couldn't remember if it was.

In the hospital wing

"Oh, dear." gasped Madame Pomfrey. "Lay her on one of the beds." she said.

The twins listened and did as they were told. They didn't ask any questions until AFTER Madame Pomfrey checked me over and gave me a potion that could replenish my blood and another one to heal the back of my throat, apparently the back of your throat can break open and start to bleed if you cough too much. I guess there is a such thing as coughing too much..

There wasn't really anything else that she could do to help other than give me those potions. Just as I suspected anyway.

Madame Pomfrey was one of the few staff that knew about my condition along with Dumbledore, Mcgonagall, and Snape who kept making me potions that are kind of like the pepper-up ones, but not quite. They improved more than just how I looked, more like an energy drink, which I wasn't allowed to drink anymore thanks to my brothers. Sometimes they are no fun.

"There you go dear." she said and then left.

"Okay, now spill." said Fred. Him and George were now leaning toward me with their elbows on the edge of the bed and their head in their hands. Like I was going to tell them a story.

"Fine, but I'm only telling you two." I said. I was still sitting on the hospital bed that they placed me on. I was trying to get rid of any stray splatters of blood.

"Yeah, it'll stay between us." said George.

"No, this is serious, no one can know." I looked at them seriously, forgetting about the drops of blood for now. This isn't something that you can blab to people.

"We get it, it's serious." said Fred with his hands up in surrender. "Will you tell us now?" he asked. That one is so impatient, so is George though.

I stared them down for a bit, trying to decide if I can trust them or not. I decided that I could trust them, just maybe not with this. Then again people will find out soon anyways and I guess that it is about time they knew...

I sighed before I explained anything, "Okay, this summer I was diagnosed with hypertrophic cardiomyopathy."

"Can you explain to us what that is exactly?" asked George. I'm sure that both him and Fred have no idea what that is. Hell, I had to ask the doctor to please speak in English.

"Remember when my mom was sick in my first year? Your mom knew. They were friends." I started. Honestly I have no idea how to start this. How would you tell two of your best friends that you were slowly dying?

"Oh Merlin," they said together. I guess there is no need to explain further. They remembered that time, their mum was constantly over at my house and sometimes she brought with the twins and their other siblings. That was a long year.

All of that nonsense started when I was ten, I'm a bit ashamed to say that I didn't really understand at first... I just thought that she was sick. My mom never let on that it was as bad as it was either. Other than her on constant bed rest near the end, my brothers, however, seemed to know. So when they acted like there was nothing wrong around me too I believed them.

"Yeah, apparently it's hereditary." It really is. I'm also a bit happy how I was the only child that happened to get it, but there is still a chance that the others could still get it. I mean look at mom, she was in her early forties.

",but you're not gonna-" started Fred. He couldn't seem to finish what he wanted to say. I wouldn't want to say it either, so we just let it hang in the air for awhile.

"Are you?" asked George.

I looked at both of them thinking about what I was going to say. I can't make it sound as bad as it is then they will worry about me even more and I don't want that. And at this point, I refused to lie to them.

"No, I won't die. That is if there is a donor before Christmas." I said.

"And what are the odds that you will find a donor?"

"One in a million. With my blood type being rare it's harder to find donors." Did that sound a bit too cliche? Sorry it is true. I may be O- and that may not be the rarest, but I can only receive from them. It's also a bit harder to find someone that has actually died from natural causes.

",but will they find one?" Fred asked anxiously.

"Of course they will." I said feeling very unsure, but I won't tell them that. That was how this ended badly for mom, there was no donor.

"I guess that explains why your brothers want us to look after you." said Fred.

"Yeah, about that, you guys don't-" I started.

"Yes, we do." interrupted George.

"No, you don't" I said.

"Yes, we do." agreed Fred.

I looked back and forth between the two before I sighed and said, "Fine."

"Like you could stop us" smirked Fred, not unkindly.

"I think that we need some boundaries though. You know work the system. All of us should be in the loop, so we should secretly plan things before they happen." I suggested. Well, if they were going to continue being themselves then I know that they won't turn this down. They also need my cooperation or the next few months will be hell. I know that I won't make it easy.