A/N: I thank you for helping this story past the 110 review mark and I see so many people have favorite-d the story or put it under story alert, so I'd like to thank you for the continued support. I'm sorry for taking out anger on you guys and hope you accept my apology. I'll try to do better.

Also, there's a small lemon-like thingamajig in here, nothing too big, exciting, or graphic. It gets a little weird in this chapter, but I promise there's some kind of sense to it.

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Selena could not stand to look at the baby in Fred's arms as they sat in the kitchen a few days after they had buried Evelyn beside her mother on the Dumbledore clan's plot of land near Hogwarts. She could not look at the child without thinking of the deaths that had been caused by the baby's mother and herself. It was a girl with flaming orange hair that shifted in different shades, reminding everyone of Evelyn, and her name was Alice just like Evelyn's mother.

Alice reminded Selena of her loss…the baby she would never get to hold. Selena and George had scattered their child's ashes at Hogwarts the day before and those pale gray ashes had been as close to holding her first child as Selena was going to get. Selena knew that it was not Alice's fault and that she should not blame her, but the baby had already inherited so much of Evelyn's face that it made Selena sick to look at her.

"Selena, eat," Molly instructed, shoving a bowl full of hot soup towards the heir of Slytherin. "You need to gather up your strength…you're not invincible."

Selena picked up a spoon stirred the soup, wishing she could drown herself in it. George wrapped a supportive arm around her and sadly chewed the hunk of meat that he'd found in his soup. The young witch could barely put the spoon to her lips without her hand trembling and frowned in the direction of Alice and Fred.

Fred caught sight of the look and tried to smile at her, failing miserably to lift the frown from her face. He sighed, "You must hate me now, 'Lena."

Selena shook her head and looked back at her bowl of meat and vegetable soup, bringing some of it up to her lips and swallowing it though she didn't want to. "I don't hate you…I hate lots of people – dead and living – but not you, Fred," she said quietly, not looking at the baby in his arms anymore. "I could never hate you."

Fred swallowed a mouthful of soup before setting his spoon down. "'Lena, you do hate me because I was always on Evelyn's side until…" He trailed off, lest he mention the taboo events. "And you can't forgive me for having Alice while all you have left is George." He glanced over
Selena's head at his twin. "No offense, Georgie."

"None taken," George said with a slight smile. Selena felt strength radiating from him, but took none of it in. "I'm not much to be compared to when it comes to a baby…"

Selena glanced at the baby who cooed in Fred's arms. Fred caught her looking again and gently held the baby out to her. "Do you want to hold her?"

The dark haired woman stared at the baby with concern and sadness in her eyes. "I…I can't do that…"

Molly sent Fred a warning look. "Don't pressure her..."

"Yeah, 'cause she might not give 'Little Bunch' back," George said, setting his spoon down and sipping the broth of his soup straight from the bowl. "And then we'd have a real problem because Little Bunch is going to grow up looking like her mother…Oh-Miss-Dead-Bitch."

Selena's eyes flashed with hate and sadness at the vague but blunt mention of Evelyn. After all this time…Death has an effect on me that I'm not used to, Selena thought, looking back down at her lunch. Maybe I'm not invincible…

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George finished his lunch and set his bowl aside, his stomach now satisfied. Selena didn't look happy as she finished off her meal, if you could call it finishing. She had eaten the vegetables and some of the broth, but had left most of the meat untouched. He glanced at his mother, seeing a sad look in her eyes as she busied herself with cleaning the kitchen island. He wished there was a way to make them happy again.

"A man and his alligator walk into a pub," Fred said, seeming to read George's mind.

"The man asks the barkeep if he serves college students," George continued on with the joke, nudging Selena gently with his shoulder. She glanced at him with a frown on her face, idly stirring the remainder of her food with her spoon with the air of disinterest in jokes.

"The barkeep says yes, they serve anyone…" Fred commented with a smile.

"So the man says: I'll have a beer and the alligator will have two college students," George said, smiling at Selena and his mother.

Molly looked at him with a brief smile on her face, "That's funny, dear."

Selena, however, didn't seem to find much humor in the joke. A small smile flickered on her lips, barely lasting more than a nanosecond before vanishing again. She stood up, excusing herself from the kitchen and left without looking back. George followed suit as the Originals came in from their training, not sparing even a moment to joke about Ron's crooked nose.

George followed Selena up the stairs and down the hall to their room, closing the door softly behind him. "'Lena? Are you all right, love?" he asked, hearing the lock click shut as he stepped away from it.

"How can I be all right?" Selena demanded quietly. "Alice lives, my baby is dead…all because I promised an old friend from Beauxbatons that I wouldn't kill a baby…or cats…" Selena's brow furrowed and she looked distracted as she moved restlessly around the room. "I spared Alice's life for Fred's sake, but what do I have to show for it?"

"You gave Fred a reason to live," George commented, reaching out and grabbing her by the hand. He gently pulled her against him and held her close. "You gave me a reason to live." He looked into her eyes, searching for the spark of her love. "I thought I almost lost you, Selena. When 'Lyn stabbed you, I thought it was all over…that I had lost everything that was important to me."

Selena stared up at him for a moment before rising onto her tiptoes and kissing him. George pulled away with a quiet "Wait…"

"Please George," Selena whispered, pleading with her eyes. "Please, let go of everything…help me let go of the pain…of control…Please mon amour …"

George looked at her for a moment longer, her body trembling against his. Selena kissed him again and this time, George did not pull away. He held her close as he buried his face against her neck, kissing and nipping at her flesh with a hunger, a driving need that he did not quite understand. Selena's hands slipped between their bodies and ripped open his shirt, tearing it off of him.

Their goal, George realized, was to feel some kind of physical connection to the world again. Tenderness and affection could wait for now. All they wanted was to touch each other like it was the first time all over again, to reclaim that spark of happiness they had had before the baby came along...All the carnal heat and passion of what felt like a century ago…

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Selena stared up into George's eyes as he thrust into her again and again. Her body ached from the five other earth-shattering orgasms he had already brought forth in her. Her skin was bruised, reddened in areas, and covered in sweat just as her fiancé's was. She knew her lips were swollen from so many passionate kisses, but she didn't care.

"'Lena!" George moaned, his body shuddering against hers as her walls went into spasms around him.

Selena closed her eyes as she cried out with him, fighting for her breath as he collapsed on top of her. She saw spots as he pulled out of her and George gently lifted himself off of her, rolling off to the side with a satisfied sound. Within seconds George was asleep, but though equally exhausted, Selena could not fall asleep. Instead she slid out of bed, slipped on some undergarments, and wrapped her robe around herself as she walked towards the window. Her hand rested instinctively on her stomach and she frowned at her reflection in the dark glass.

Grandmother is roaming the yard tonight…Selena thought, watching a silvery figure float around outside in the pale moonlight.

Selena…Selena, a voice said in her head, causing her to wince.

I'm not coming to you, Selena hissed back, forcing the image of her sickened body towards the owner of the voice. I can hardly move…I'm no use to you right now…

Oh but you are, Child… The sound of maniacal laughter echoed in her head. You are going to kill Dumbledore…and his niece.

Selena felt a chill settle over her shoulders. Evelyn Dumbledore is already dead…And how can I kill Dumbledore, he'll see me coming if I even try…You know that.

Dumbledore has a weakness for doing what is right in his world. You're one my smartest followers and perhaps you can avenge the deaths of so many of our brethren. I do miss Bella and her utter devotion to our cause, something that you seem to turn away from every now and then. Really, what would your mother say about your loyalty to me?

I don't think we should care about what a dead person would say. I have been nothing but loyal to you. I've done all that you've asked of me and more. She turned her head when she heard George shift slightly on the bed. Wouldn't it be easier to get someone closer to Dumbledore to kill him…He trusts Severus.

Are you saying that you are unable to perform such an important task for our cause?

No, I'm just saying –

Do you know what happens to those who do not do the tasks I order them to do?

Selena stiffened and her eyes narrowed. Yes, but –

You will kill Dumbledore. That is all.

The witch sighed as the voice of her father left her head. She felt violated again, as she usually did when someone got into her head. Except for George, she didn't like anyone knowing what was going on in what was supposed to be the safest place in the world.

She walked out of the room able to see in the darkness and maneuvered her way down the hall, counting the doors. Stopping at the fourth door in west wing, she took a breath and knocked on the door. There was a sound of a bed groaning from behind it, then the soft padding of feet. Selena watched as the door opened and the room's resident peered out at her with dark eyes.

"I…I need your help," she said quietly, "and it can't wait until morning."

Without a word, the resident moved to let her enter and closed the door behind her once she was safely inside…

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A/N: So Selena has to kill Dumbledore, not Draco or Snape…and who the hell did she go see in the middle of the night? I wonder who will save the day after all of this chaos in Selena and George's life… maybe Harry Potter and the J.K. Rowling's angels? No idea yet. Stay tuned for the continued journey of Selena, George, and the gang and as usual, read and review responsibly.