Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own Sarah Jane Stone-Black.

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Over the course of a few days, Sarah's condition worsened. Her nose wouldn't stop running, her throat remained sore, and her sinuses hurt so badly that she could barely lift her head without feeling like it was going to pop. When she was feeling well enough, she tried to finish the stacks of homework that was growing by her bedside. She occasionally went to meals but mostly she slept through them or wasn't hungry. Fred and George continued to check on her during the day and clean her back at night all the while hoping that she would get better. According to the Headmaster, she was only supposed to be sick for about a week, but the twins weren't convinced. In their eyes, she looked worse and worse every day.

"Sarah," George entered her room.

"Princess, are you alright?" Fred followed.

A sneeze erupted from a pile of tissues revealing a weak girl, with a red nose and black hair as greasy as Snape's. "Fred, George, is that you?"

"We're here," Fred sat on her bed.

George conjured the tissues away, "How are you feeling?"

"I feel better than I have in days," Sarah sat up, propping herself up with two pillows. "My sinuses don't hurt anymore but my nose won't stop running."

"That's good," they smiled. "We were beginning to worry."

She shook her head, "Don't worry."

"We have to," George began. "We care about you-"

"-and it's our fault that you're like this," Fred finished.

"Not to worry though, we talked to Dumbledore-"

"-he said you should be feeling better by Monday."

"Good enough to go back to class?" Sarah raised her eyebrows.

"Yes! You have no idea how happy we were to hear that," George rubbed the back of his neck.

Fred nodded, "You've been looking awful Princess."

"Thanks," she sneezed. "I'm tired of being sick. What day is it?"

"Saturday," the twins answered.

"Brilliant! I can't believe I'm saying this, but I can't wait until Monday. Care of Magical Creatures, Transfiguration, Charms, Defense and, best of all, Potions."

"I'm sorry," Fred stuck his pinky in his ear, "Did you just say best of all Potions?"

George felt her forehead, "She doesn't have a fever anymore."

Sarah laughed, "I meant it. I sort of like potion and I'm good at it which means Snape doesn't bitch at me."

"Speak for yourself," Fred and George scoffed.

"We're about to go to lunch," Fred smiled.

"Do you want to join us?" George offered.

"No," Sarah stretched. "I'm not hungry, you two go ahead."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Alright," they shrugged, "suite yourself."

Fred and George each kissed her forehead before leaving her to her own devices. As soon as they were out of Sarah's earshot, George pulled his twin over to the couches.

"What are you doing?" Fred asked. "I thought we were going to lunch."

"Can your stomach wait for five seconds?" George knit his eyebrows. "I have to tell you something important."

Fred sat down and looked at his twin worriedly. Something wasn't right, he could feel it. "What's wrong, George?"

"Fred," he began nervously, "I had another dream about Sarah."

"You two weren't shagging were you? Cause, no offense, but I don't want to-"

"No. We weren't shagging…she was pregnant."

Fred stopped, "Pregnant?"

"Pregnant," George lowered his voice.

"Sarah was pregnant…with your child?"

"I'm assuming so. I mean, okay. We were in this beautiful house in our bedroom, there was a Healer there. I don't remember much but all I know is that the Healer smiled at us and said that Sarah was pregnant. The next thing I knew I was sitting on the couch reading the Daily Prophet, and Sarah walked into the living room. Her stomach was as big as mum's was when she was pregnant with Ginny." Fred chuckled and George continued, "Anyway, I asked her if she was feeling all right and then she started screaming and told me that she was feeling contractions and that was it."

Fred's eyes were wide, "Whoa."

"Yeah," George ran a hand through his hair. "Every night or every time I go to sleep, I have dreams about Sarah. All these dreams, it's got to mean something doesn't it?"

"I don't know mate. That's a Professor Trelawney question."

"Maybe these dreams mean we're going to be together?"

"Again, I don't know mate. Though, that's not completely out of the question. I mean, you fancy her and all, the two of you could end up together."

"True, especially if she fancies me too."

"Exactly," Fred touched George's shoulder. "Hey, cheer up, who knows, maybe Sarah likes you back."

"Yeah," George sighed. "Maybe."

Once I finish this, I plan to update/rewrite the sequel or create a prequel that goes through her relationship with the twins and her first years at Hogwarts. All I want to know is would you read it?