This time I knew I was dead for sure. There was no possible way my body could have survived that much pain. Besides, I was now pain free. I smiled and rolled over. And then I frowned. Nope, still pain. Maybe I was in hell?

"Oh my God, she's awake." I heard a voice tremble and break. I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes. The voice was more insistent. "She's awake! SHE'S AWAKE!"

I winced. My ears hurt now. I tried to go back to sleep. No such luck.

"Ms. Latham, open your eyes."

I pretended I couldn't hear.

"Ms. Latham?"

I pouted.

"OPEN YOUR GODDAMN EYES ELIZABETH!"

"GINNY!"

My eyes snapped open. "Gin?" I whispered.

Everything was blurry, but I could make out colors. Vibrant reds, blacks, brown, and white all met my vision.

"She's awake." It was voiced like a prayer.

I was suddenly squashed into a hug. I cried out.

"Shit! Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!"

"Damn it, Ginny." I mumbled and tried to roll over.

"Let her sleep. She'll wake up when she's ready." The voice sounded like it was trying hard not to laugh.

I smiled. I felt like I could kiss the voice. But I was already asleep.

I groaned again sometime later. I rolled over and felt more pain. Would it never end?

"Lizzy?" A voice asked tentatively.

I snapped my eyes open. I did not want to be yelled at again. Things were still blurry, but I made out a figure in a chair next to me. I blinked a couple of times more, and things came into focus. It was George.

"George?" I was confused.

He smiled brightly. "That's me."

"What are you doing here?" I asked confused. "Wait. Where am I?"

"St. Mungo's," he answered. "You put us through hell, Liz."

"What happened?" I tried to sit up, but soon George was pressing me back down to the bed.

"Healer Smith says you can't sit up yet. Not for another few days. Bloody Hell, how did you manage to break every rib in your body?" I could tell he was proud though.

"Long story," I muttered. Then I frowned. What was the story? I let my mind wander.

Too soon it came up with an answer. I bolted upright, and promptly fell back down again.

"SHIT!" I yelled.

"Told you." George winked, but he looked nervous. "Do you need me to call for a Healer?"

"No." I sighed. "How's Luna? What happened?"

"Luna is doing better. She got beat up pretty badly, although not as badly as you. You've been out of it quite a while."

"How long?" I whispered.

"A month." He scrubbed at his face. He smiled again though. "You put on quite a fight. Luna told us what happened. How you devised a plan to escape and how you fought them off while she could alert us."

I rolled my eyes, and winced again. "She punched out Rodolphus."

He started laughing. "No way."

"I'm serious!" I started giggling, too. But I sobered up pretty quickly. "What happened, George? Stop avoiding the question."

He sighed. "You were captured doing God knows what at Xenophilius's house. Somehow he arrived at the Burrow stunned and shackled to a Cleansweep One." He raised an eyebrow. I was too tired to explain. He sighed and continued. "He didn't remember much. But then Ginny burst through the door panicking, explaining in a rush what you were trying to do and how she went back to Xenophilius's to find it practically destroyed, and you missing." He ran a hand through his hair. "We thought you were dead, but we couldn't find your body.

"Hermione ended up having to explain to Kingsley her idea and everything that happened at your flat. Needless to say he was not impressed. But, he agreed it was worth a shot. As you probably know, it turned up nothing. We started targeting random areas of London, but we couldn't find anything. You went missing three days before Christmas. It's the middle of February now, Liz."

"I was missing for three weeks? It didn't seem that long to me." I couldn't believe it.

George sighed again. "We were worried sick. Ginny especially. She blamed herself for leaving you. Who could've known what would happen?

"But, anyways, we were all at the Burrow, thankfully, when Luna's Patronus showed up. She said only said where you were, and that you needed help." He started to tear up. "We almost didn't make it.

"Rodolphus was down, and so was Crabbe. But Rabastan was torturing you, over and over. Neville was with us, and he saw what was happening to you. He almost killed Rabastan." I shivered. "You were unconscious. We brought you straight here and left Kingsley behind to take care of the mess. They said you had broken every rib, your calf was sliced into almost two, and that you had a severe concussion. Not to mention the Cruciatus Curse. You were almost dead. You woke up three days ago for the first time."

I nodded slowly. It was still painful. George burst out laughing. I glared at him.

"You took down an entire building! An entire building!"

I rolled my eyes. "Where is everyone?"

"Luna's in the room next door. She broke her hand, and ended up taking the Cruciatus Curse for Ginny. She also cracked a couple of ribs, but that was probably from the building collapsing." He sniggered again. I shot him a dirty look. "Mum has been in here a lot, but right now she's trying to prepare a space for you. Healer Smith said you shouldn't be alone for the next month or so after you're released. Harry and Ron visit as often as possible, but they're busy with tying up loose ends. Ginny's asleep in Luna's room. There's a bed not being used, and so she's been stealing it. Hermione's at Hogwarts today, collecting your homework, as well as Luna." He was the one to roll his eyes this time. "McGonagall said you were exempted, but you know Hermione."

I nodded. It was less painful than before.

I waited. He seemed to be teasing me. I huffed. "What about Oliver?"

"What about me?"