A/N: I'm really not evil enough; I'm really a pushover. I should keep y'all in suspense and not update for another week, but I have nothing better to do with my time at the moment. So, without further ado, Chapter 6!

At closer inspection, Jessica saw that it was her own body. George stared at it, aghast but, after a moment, Jessica realized that it was a boggart. Forcefully, Jessica pushed George out of the way. It whirled around and turned into a version of George's dead body. Though she was scared as well, a red blush came to her face.

"Riddikulus!" she said to the body, pointing her wand at it. It did not turn into anything funny, but turned into dead body that George did not recognize.

George saw her face turn white as she dissolved into tears. He stepped beside her, taking her hand in his big one. Together, they said the charm. "Riddikulus!"

It turned into half dead George and half dead Jessica. George laughed first, Jessica managing a hiccup through her tears. The boggart disappeared with a crack, and they stood there, staring at the place that it used to be.

George breathed a sigh of relief and looked to Jessica. She was staring into the room. Slowly, as if in a dream, her hand slipped out of his and she entered the room. He had assumed that her tears would stop, but instead they became greater as she surveyed the dark room around her. Stepping up beside her, George lit his wand, igniting the candles that were about the room. In the proper light, George took in his surroundings.

There was a white four poster bed against the far wall, covered in white blankets with a white canopy hanging from the tips of the posts. Fresh flowers were in a vase and a bottle of champagne lay in ice beside it. A dresser that matched the bed sat in a corner, and a hope chest rested at the end of the bed. In contrast to Jessica's room, it was not stark, but sadness seemed to hang heavily on the space.

A sad "Oh!" escaped Jessica's lips and she put her hands to her wet eyes.

"Jessica?" George asked quietly. She did not answer. "Jessica?" he asked louder. She turned to him quietly, her face drenched with tears. "What is this room?"

A sob was his only answer. George did the only thing he could think of. He wrapped her in a warm, strong embrace. She sobbed quietly into his shoulder for a long time. He rubbed her back in an awkwardly soothing fashion and she broke away slowly.

"Thank you," she said, sniffling and attempting to wipe her eyes with her wet sleeves. George reached into his pocket and produced a handkerchief. She took it thankfully and mopped her face.

"What is this place?" he asked softly. She sank to the floor.

"It was to be my room. Mine and my husband's."

"You were married?"

"No, engaged. He had bought this house for us and we were supposed to get married two months. His parents were Pure Blood."

"And you were half blood," he finished gently.

"Yes. He died in this room. He had stayed behind to put the finishing touches on the bedroom and I had left. His parents found him and killed him exactly where you are standing. I found him the next morning." She stopped to wipe her eyes again. "I loved him so much, and he loved me. Yet, trouble seems to follow me everywhere. My parents were already dead and now my fiancé was killed. I wanted to die. That's why I throw myself into work so much; it keeps me from thinking about James."

She reached into her shirt and pulled out a locket on a chain, opening it. George sat cross legged on the floor as she showed the picture inside to him. Inside, a young man smiled charmingly and his eyes sparkled. He threw kisses to Jessica and winked. He was altogether happy.

"Jessica, I'm so sorry. Was that the—" George was not sure how to phrase the question, "the man that the boggart took the form of?"

"Yes. It was so much of a repeat of what I had seen over three years ago that I couldn't take it any more. Thank you for making it go away."

"It was no trouble. Thanks for stepping in for me."

Jessica sniffled again, her tears beginning to cease. "Thanks for being there for me. You are the first person I've told about James ever."

"You've kept him bottled up inside for three years?"

"Yes."

George looked around the room again. The fresh flowers and ice caught his eye. "Why are there fresh flowers in here?"

"I put a preservation spell on the room. See? The candles aren't burning either. I have never slept in this room. It is a virgin room, virgin bed, virgin everything." She stood up and moved to the closet. "Even a virgin dress. I've never worn it."

Opening the door, she exposed the most gorgeous wedding dress that George had ever seen to his view. It was white, with a beaded bodice and a long train. The neckline was a wide slit and the sleeves were about three quarter length. George knew that she would have been the most beautiful bride ever. As he watched, she reached up and pulled a veil down from the top section of the closet and held it up for his inspection.

"Beautiful," he breathed.

"The flowers there were to be my bouquet."

Her tears again threatened to spill over and George embraced her again tightly. "I am sorry for all that has happened to you. I promise that I'll be there for you if you need anyone to talk to. Don't keep your feelings bottled up inside you, all right?"

Jessica sniffled. "All right." She stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek. "I will talk to you next time I need a friend."

George's ears turned red, but when she said friend, his heart tore in two again. The solardial in the corner of the room showed eleven thirty.

"Jessica, I need to go before Fred thinks that we—I am up to something."

"All right." George prepared himself to apparate, but Jessica grabbed his hand. "George." He turned to her, wondering if she was going to kiss him like in so many books he had read. Instead, she looked at him with her expressive eyes. "Thanks."