A/N: Well, I should have combined this with the other chapter, but I didn't, because I'm evil like that. **sticks out tongue** so you just have to deal. Anyway, I think someone....one person, wondered why the Weasley twins are so nice to Rachel. They like her because she is different, and the fact that she helped them pull off a major caper in their first year. That and the fact that she hated Ron for a bit during her first year and they found that utterly hilarious. I think that's all now. Bu-bye!

Rachel didn't remember coming down to the ground. Her eyes were half closed and everything was a dizzy blur. She felt like she couldn't breathe. She remembered hearing Ron's voice.

"I think she's got a concussion! I mean, look at her eyes, they seem all out of focus and funny. Do you think she has brain damage?" His voice sounded concerned, but, in a way, curious as well.

"She doesn't have a concussion Ron!" Hermione snapped, her voice unusually high and even more impatient. "She was hit in the stomach, weren't you Rachel."

It wasn't a question, yet Hermione took Rachel's garbled gasps for air as if they were her entire medical history.

"See Ron? She doesn't have a concussion."

"She doesn't look good." Harry. Rachel could tell, the same soft polite voice, seemingly calm, yet Rachel could not see his face to see if it told otherwise. Someone was touching her face.

"Rachel? Rachel? How many fingers am I holding up?"

Rachel couldn't answer. She felt weak again and didn't even notice she was being held up the whole time until she felt herself sliding out of consciousness.

"Whoa! Whoa!" The Weasley twin who was her pillar of support, literally, was grabbing her. "Hang on."

"She needs to go to the hospital wing." Rachel assumed Harry was leaning in her face because she could feel his breath on her face.

"Fred and I'll do it." Now the Weasley, who Rachel was leaning against, spoke, and Rachel managed to comprehend that it was George. Then he talked to her, in a slower, softer tone.

"Now Fred and I are going to carry you, ok?"

Rachel tried to open her eyes.

"Okay now, Fred is going to put your arms around our necks and we're going to make a chair out of our hands. Do you follow us?"

Rachel moaned pitiously. She felt her hands being lifted and placed against warm skin.