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Anthony slowly made his way to the Hospital Wing, Taylor still in his arms, and his mother and Soledad walking in front of him.

Soledad hadn't stopped crying into Hermione's shoulder, and his mother had a comforting arm around the young girl's shoulders. Anthony knew that his mother was crying too, and he was amazed at how calm she had remained.

They reached the doors of the Hospital Wing, and Hermione pushed the door open, holding it long enough for Anthony to carefully bring Taylor in.

Madame Pomfrey spotted them immediately and pointed Anthony to an empty bed while she ushered Soledad towards another one nearby.

Making his way through some curtains and past some tables, Anthony was finally able to put Taylor down. She seemed at peace, her hair loose around her head, and her eyes shut softly.

She's beautiful. He thought, and he smiled for the first time in an hour. Anthony sat down slowly on the edge of the bed, continuing to stare at Taylor. Her hand was inches away from his, and cautiously, as if not to wake her up, he took her small fingers and intertwined them with his.

He absolutely wanted to murder Malfoy for hurting her, for touching her, for…for just looking at her. The anger inside him had been boiling and if the coward hadn't used Taylor as a shield…Anthony had no idea what kind of damage he would have done.

Anthony watched as Taylor squirmed slightly, and her eyes fluttered open. He smiled softly at her, and watched as her eyes locked onto his.

"Hi there." She whispered, shrugging her shoulders. Anthony couldn't help but smile at the sound of her voice. He reached towards her face and brushed some loose hair off of her cheek.

"Hi." He said, just as soft. Taylor smiled again, this time, letting it reach her eyes. Anthony shifted his body so that he was closer to her, and he let go of her hand, letting his arm wrap around her side.

"You saved me, again." She said, closing her eyes and pushing herself to sit up. Anthony immediately used his arm to support her, giving him another reason to get closer to her.

"Not really, Soledad is the one who stunned him." Anthony explained, his voice extremely quiet. Taylor wrinkled her nose, and shook her head, although she winced at the motion. Instantly, Anthony's hand was at the bruise on her temple, barely touching it.

"Nothing a quick potion can't fix." She muttered. "Anyway, you got there just in time…it had all gone black…" Taylor forced a smile as tears brimmed her eyes.

Anthony moved his hand to her back, and pulled her towards him. Taylor didn't hesitate to move closer, and she fell into his arms, breathing into his shoulder.

"I don't know how I can repay you, Anthony," She mumbled. "You've saved my life in so many ways you couldn't possible understand…"

There was a soft rustle, and Anthony turned around fast enough to see his mother's bushy brown hair disappear from a crack in the curtain. He smiled, and turned his attention back to Taylor.

Wrapping both arms around her, Anthony rocked her slowly.

"I love you so much, I don't know what I'd do with myself if something had happened to you…I was so angry at him…I think, I think I could've really done something horrible." He said, growing angry just at the thought.

Taylor looked up at him, her eyes wide.

"Don't talk like that, please. I saw your eyes, Anthony…you…you scared me." She whispered, her lip twitching. Anthony's anger immediately floated out of his body, and he pulled her even closer than before.

"I'm sorry, I won't act like that ever again." He felt her nod against his chest, and he released a heavy breath.

They sat together for a long time, not saying a word, but feeling at ease in each other's arms. Then, Anthony got a brilliant idea. Well, maybe it was stupid, but…

He let one arm fall away from Taylor, and he reached into his pocket, fingering for a very small and round object. Taylor's head was still buried in his shoulder, but she watched as he pulled out his hand, clenched in a fist.

"What do you have there?" She asked, reaching for his hand. Anthony smiled at her childlike curiosity.

"Oh, something Peeves helped me find." He said nonchalantly. Taylor looked up at him, questioning eyebrows raised.

Anthony just smiled, and shifted off the bed, letting Taylor sit on the edge by herself. She was a little anxious to be out of his hold, but he took her left hand in his (the one that wasn't clenched).

"Where are you going?" She asked fearfully. Anthony shook his head,

"No where." He said as he bent down onto one knee. Taylor stared at him with utter confusion, but a silly grin slid onto her face.

"You wouldn't dare…" She whispered happily, squeezing his hand. The two shared a laugh, and Anthony took a deep breath.

"I don't think I have to make a long speech on how much I love you, because, I don't think I could truly put how I feel in words. I thank whatever is looking down on us that I ran into you that day in the pet store, because, as it turns out, it was the best day of my life…I met my true love."

He lifted his fist up to her, and opened his hand slowly. The golden ring from the helmet sat in the middle of it, gleaming in the dim light of the Hospital Wing. Taylor gasped and began to cry silent tears. Anthony stood up immediately to calm her, but she put her hand out,

"Aren't you going to ask me?" She giggled, even though tears still streamed down her cheeks. Anthony's grin grew even wider and he nodded,

"Will you marry me, Taylor Parkinson?" He slid the ring on her left ring finger, and watched as she stared at it in amazement. Taylor looked back up at him, and threw her arms around his neck, almost knocking him off balance. Her lips found his instantly, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground.

They stood there, Taylor's feet dangling a good foot off the ground, their lips connected in a single, very long and sensual kiss. When they parted, they smiled silly grins at each other, batting their noses together.

"So? Are you going to answer me?" He whispered seductively. Taylor pursed her lips, and Anthony quickly tapped a few more kisses on them. She smiled brightly,

"I'll think about it."

It was then that the door of the Hospital Wing slammed open, and Professor Potter screamed,

"We found him! Madame Pomfrey, come quickly!"

"Alright, if you haven't noticed, our dear Captain and his…er…friend are not here right now." Brian Weasley stated, his voice monotone. "We have as replacements, two fellows that have been practicing with us, as reserves. My dear cousin, Ronald Potter ("Ronny!") and a close family friend, Orion Black. You have all played a few times with them, and I'm sure they will succeed in taking over the positions of our missing teammates." Brian stood up, and stared at the Gryffindor Quidditch team. "Any questions?"

Cassie Black raised her hand quickly, her eyes narrowed. Brian sighed,

"Yes, Cassie?"

"What is she doing here?" She spat, pointing to the girl that was being held by Brian. Sarah Lee sighed and tapped her foot. Her wrist was tightly held by Brian's strong hand, and by the look on her face, she was rather annoyed.

"I don't want to be here, but your darling Co-Captain seems to think that I'd go and tell Daniel about your replacements! I would never do that, that's so dishonest and mean."

The Gryffindor team stared oddly at the two, because Brian was now blushing furiously and looking down at the petite Ravenclaw.

"Really? You weren't going to tell Daniel?" He asked softly. Sarah's face flushed red and she peeked up at him.

"Er…no, I wasn't. I would've felt horribly guilty if you guys had lost because of that. I was trying to walk away because I didn't want to know what was going on…so I wouldn't be…betraying Ravenclaw, I guess." She answered meekly, not daring to look any of the Gryffindors in the eyes.

Lilly Potter and Bridget Hagrid giggled in the background while Andrew Jordan raised some suggestive eyebrows at Brian. Cassie just glowered at the two.

"Oh." was all Brian could say. A small smile slid on his face, and Sarah looked up at him, and smiled as well.

"Could we get out to the pitch?" Cassie growled angrily, brushing by the Head Girl and the Co-Captain. Brian didn't even seem to notice that she had stormed out. Lilly and Bridget giggled again, and followed their annoyed friend. Andrew sent Brian another 'look' and ushered Ronny and Orion out of the locker room.

"I'm sorry I suspected you." Brian apologized, darting his eyes to the ground. Sarah smiled softly, and clicked her heels together.


"It's alright. I would've suspected you too." They shared a laughed, and as they did, Brian slowly released her wrist, and found her hand. They both immediately intertwined their fingers.

"I'm sorry I kissed you." He said softly, bringing his gaze up to look into her eyes. He was surprised to see that Sarah was staring at him already.

"It's okay." She whispered.

She then pushed herself up on her tiptoes, and Brian leaned his head closer to hers, and the two seemed to be daring the other to make the first move. As they were about to touch, the door of the locker room shot open, and the two jumped apart.

Madame Hooch was at the door, followed by the Gryffindor team.


"What do you mean the game is cancelled?" Lilly said in a shrilly voice. "It can't be cancelled!"

Brian's eyes widened and he approached Madame Hooch.

"What's going on? What happened?" He asked quickly. Madame Hooch's golden hawk eyes saddened as she looked at Brian. Something tugged at his heart, but the Co-captain had no idea what it could be.

"There's been an accident." The referee said quietly, looking from Brian to Lilly and Ronny.

The people in the room fell silent, and the only sounds that could be heard were the booing of the crowd that was dispersing back into the school.

"What happened?" Brian asked, feeling the need to take charge as the only Captain. Madame Hooch squirmed a bit, but took a deep breath.

"Mr. Weasley and Miss. Diego…I don't have many details…but they're in the Hospital Wing."

Brian clenched his fists, and started towards the door.

"Come on, team." He shouted over his shoulder.

Taylor felt herself be lowered to the ground, but Anthony's grip around her waist did not falter. She kept her arms around his neck and listened closely to the noise that was being made outside the curtains.

There was a mad shuffling of feet towards where Professor Potter's voice had called, and the two heard the strangled cry of Hermione. Soledad's constant sobs became louder and more distressed, and a new voice was heard,

"Just in time, here, let me see." Professor Dumbledore said quietly.

"Please, Headmaster, I think I have this under control, I have been here for more than twice Professor Potter's age!" The nurse huffed.

"Poppy, please, this boy's life is at stake. Go…go give Miss. Diego a Sleeping Potion."

Anthony squeezed Taylor tightly, and she led him slowly to the bed, and sat him down. She kept her arms around his neck as she stood between his legs, his head on her right shoulder. He was shaking, but Taylor knew that he was listening carefully to the events that were happening only a few feet away.

"What happened to him, what happened, what happened?" Hermione asked frantically, her voice becoming higher and more distraught.

"Hermione, please, be quiet…" Professor Potter's voice tried to soothe the frantic woman. "Come here, come on."

By the sound of Hermione's muffled cries, Taylor assumed that Professor Potter had taken her in his arms. The blonde wondered how bad Jacob looked, but she didn't dare leave Anthony's side. She rubbed a reassuring hand up and down his back, and his trembling seemed to soften. She heard the door open, and then shut quietly.

A low whistle was made, it sounded like a flute, but almost as if it was calling something.

Taylor lifted her head and strained her ears. Professor Potter must have taken Hermione outside, and Soledad must have fallen asleep from the Sleeping Potion. The only sounds she could hear were Madame Pomfrey's pacing steps, and…raspy, strained breathing.

She slowly, as if not to cause any alarm, slid her hands from around Anthony's neck, to his ears, covering them. There was absolutely no reason for him to hear his brother's failing breaths.

"I feel…" Anthony whispered, not looking up at Taylor. The blonde bent down slightly, trying to look him in the eyes. His red hair fell in front of his face, and he took a deep breath. "I feel like…I should go see him."

"Oh…" Taylor said softly, letting her gaze fall on the curtain behind them, where she knew Jacob lay. "Are you sure, love?"

Anthony looked up at her, his eyes determined. She took that as a 'yes' and kissed his forehead.

"Come along then, come on." Her hands left his face and into his hands. "Come on."

He slowly stood up with her, and Taylor led him past the curtains, and she spotted Dumbledore standing at the edge of a bed. Jacob's cleat covered feet was all she could see at her position. Madame Pomfrey stood timidly on the side of the bed. Anthony stayed behind her as Dumbledore looked up and caught their eyes.

"Help will be along shortly." The wise wizard said softly, noticing the anxiety in their eyes. Taylor nodded, but remained rooted to her spot. She didn't want to see Jacob, there was absolutely no way that she could look at him…what had Richard done?

"How is he?" Anthony choked out, brushing softly past Taylor, and taking stand next to Dumbledore. She watched as all color left his face, his eyes focused on the body that lay before him.

His eyes blinked furiously, and he bit his tongue in order to keep his inevitable sob from escaping. Anthony crossed his arms, and his eyes darted towards Taylor, and then quickly towards the ceiling.

Without thinking, Taylor ran towards him. She threw her arms around his neck and began to cry. His knees buckled and he released the tears he had been holding. Slowly, so not to hurt each other, the two fell to their knees, Taylor holding Anthony's head in the crick of her neck, her eyes shut tightly.

Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey did not say anything to the two, but shifted to the right side of the bed, staring at the sight of the teens.

Anthony's glasses slid off of his nose, and knocked into Taylor's shoulder before they fell to the floor. He didn't reach to pick them up, but he opened his eyes and tried to look at the woman that was holding him.

Her eyes were surrounded by red, and they shimmered with tears. Her pointy nose was sniffling, and she reached up to wipe her eyes. The blonde locks of her hair were scattered all over her face, frizzy strands standing up in different directions. She looked beautiful to the red head.

"Don't let me go." He murmured into her ear, pulling her as close as possible. He heard her sigh softly, and she turned her face to kiss the area under his ear. She didn't have to answer him; he knew what she wanted to say.

The door behind them swung open, and it seemed to be a flash of red and gold light that had opened it. Anthony looked up, through blurry eyes, and saw what was going to save his brother, Fawkes, the Phoenix.

Fawkes flew with incredible grace, and it landed daintily on Dumbledore's outstretched arm. Its long tail fell smoothly to the floor, and its crown of feathers radiated brilliantly in the afternoon light of the Hospital Wing.

Professor Potter and Hermione had rushed in behind Fawkes, and now they stood on the other side of the bed, Hermione gripping Jacob's limp hand.

Anthony and Taylor stood up and wiped their eyes so they could witness the event. Anthony's eyes were locked on Fawkes, but Taylor's had drifted to the motionless body that was her friend. Anthony muttered Accio Eyeglasses and placed his spectacles on his face.

Jacob's hair was plastered to his forehead; his curls had gone straight. His eyes were shut, and he seemed to be asleep, his mouth slacked open. The usually rosy cheeks of the Gryffindor Captain were now a ghostly white. She watched as his chest rose up slowly under his Quidditch jersey; his blood soaked Quidditch jersey.

Dumbledore slowly moved his arm over Jacob's left shoulder, leaning on Madame Pomfrey for support. Professor Potter gripped Hermione's free arm, as his face began to gain some color; he remembered the many times Fawkes had saved his life. Hermione let go of Jacob's hand and muttered some charms with her wand, to rip the jersey off of her son.

Everyone in the room turned their head at the sight of Jacob's injury. There seemed to be a hole that ripped open some muscle, not on his shoulder exactly, but right above where his heart was. Anthony knew immediately this was the reason his shoulder throbbed.

The Phoenix tilted its head slightly, and pearly white droplets fell from his eyes, splashing softly on Jacob's torn skin.

Taylor covered her mouth in anticipation, while Anthony promptly pulled her to his side. The room was silent, except for the raspy breathing of Jacob. Fawkes leaned back and turned its head to Dumbledore, as if to tell him he was finished.

Slowly, because of the fear of seeing the injury, everyone in the room turned back to look at Jacob.

"Oh, sweet heart!" Hermione squealed, tears flowing out of her eyes. Jacob's shoulder was completely healed, although dried up blood still remained on his chest. His eyes were shut softly, but his mouth had closed, and his cheeks were tinted pink.

Anthony sucked in a deep breath of excitement, and leaned onto the edge of the bed forcefully, making it shake. His eyes glistened with tears of joy as his twin's eyes began to stir under their eyelids.

The baby blue eyes of Jacob Weasley fluttered open, darting around to stare at the people that surrounded him.

They all held their breath, still not fully believing that the boy who was just lying there near death was now staring up at them, eyes wide with curiosity.

"Did the game start?" He croaked, looking at Dumbledore. Anthony and Hermione groaned while the rest laughed softly. Professor Potter shook his head, crossing his arms.

"No, I caught Madame Hooch before she was heading out to the field, told her to cancel the match!" He exclaimed, with a grim smile.

Jacob's eyes grew ten times their normal size. He quickly pushed himself up, only to grimace greatly as he put weight on his left shoulder. Hermione immediately put her hand behind his back.

"Take it easy, Jacob." Hermione whispered, gently pushing him back down. Jacob shook his head, but winced and lightly touched his shoulder with his right hand.

"Oy, I was so stupid, I knew I shouldn't have cancelled practice…" His face grew red with anger as he stared down at his ripped Quidditch jersey. "Bloody hell…"

Anthony's stomach grew heavy as he remembered the events of earlier that morning. He had helped Lilly convince Jacob to cancel practice…Anthony put his hand to his head, covering his eyes. He didn't want to mention this and cause more drama.

"Where's Solely?" Jacob asked suddenly, sitting up quickly and throwing his legs off the bed. "I sent her back with him! Where is she?" Professor Potter immediately pushed Jacob back, but the Gryffindor Quidditch Keeper did not want to sit still.

"Don't worry, Mr. Weasley, Miss. Diego is under a bit of Sleeping Potion, she was hysterical earlier." Dumbledore explained, running a single finger down one of Fawkes' wing feathers.

Jacob looked up at the Headmaster, concerned.

"Why, what, what happened?" He asked, his voice terribly soft. Hermione helped him lie back down, and she pulled the covers carefully over his body. Jacob kept his eyes locked on Dumbledore's as he slipped back into a lying position.

"She suffered some blows to the head," Madame Pomfrey explained, sliding past Dumbledore with a bottle of something pink, it smelled like strawberries. Jacob looked ready to jump out of the bed, but with one glare from the nurse, he remained on his back.

"And she'll be okay?" He asked weakly, and a pang of pain hit Anthony in his heart. He had never heard his brother talk in such a voice. It reminded him of his earlier conversation with Taylor. Madame Pomfrey smiled grimly.

"She'll be fine, Mr. Weasley, here, now take this. But before you do, I have to explain some things to you." She said sweetly, in a tone that caused Professor Potter and Hermione to share a confused glance. Madame Pomfrey looked up at Hermione, deciding to tell her patient's mother the situation. All eyes were on the elderly nurse.

"Jacob was shot by a Muggle device called a 'gun'. The object of a gun is to shoot a little lead bullet and injure their target. That bullet is still inside Jacob's shoulder. Fawkes simply healed all the wounds, but he could not remove the bullet. I will be performing some charms and…oh." She ended softly, looking down at Jacob.

Everyone's gaze followed hers, and they realized that Jacob had already taken the Sleeping Potion; he was sleeping as if he had absolutely no worries.