He was screaming, loudly then what she had ever heard before. It was unreal. He was her older brother, if only by eight minutes, but she had come to rely on him so much. Now he was in torturous pain, surrounded by three Healers not including herself. Maybe the side-along apparition was a bad idea from Egypt. St Mungos was his only chance though. It was the first place George could trust the life of her brother.

Jack had helped to get them back, but left to talk with SC soon afterwards. George was alone. She didn't know what to do. With all her training she felt helpless. She got stressed and started to forget things. Her own mind was playing tricks with her. All she could do was stand still and watch as silent tears fell down her cheeks. Their holiday to Egypt hadn't turned out how she wanted it to be.

"George?" A Healer approached her. She recognised him. He was tall, burly and blonde. But no name clicked.

"George?," He repeated, searching for her eyes, as they were drawn to Chase every few seconds, "Remember me? Lionel? We went to the Academy together."

She didn't, not now. Those days had more or less disappeared with her own accident. But she nodded, just to save time.

"We're going to have to sedate Chase, we can't treat him like this." He said slowly, "You know what that means, yes?"

George, this time, knew. "You're going to comatose him."

Lionel put a hand on her shoulder, "We need your consent, as next of kin."

Tears violently streamed down her face now, "Yes, do it."

The truth hit her then. She was the only Bauer sibling left now.

-

A cup of tea in hand, George sat once more beside her brother's limp body. It had become a routine, she completed her morning shift and then spent the rest of the day just watching him, hoping one day the twitches he makes would not be involuntary. She did this for an hour or so until the afternoon Consultant came round, usually one of her Healer Academy friends, to check on the seemingly ever-lasting condition. Then, her mum would bustle in after she had finished work, looking frazzled and stressed.

This routine continued for seven weeks, and now, on this particular afternoon, Althea Bauer arrived, as usual with her briefcase packed to the brim under her arm.

"How is he today?" She asked straight away, too used to the routine to say hello anymore. Althea rushed up to the side of her son and held his hand.

George sighed, "Same old, there's no new prognosis." She lifted her lukewarm mug to her lips and took a sip of the now cold sweet tea.

"Who saw him today?" Althea went on questioning.

"Lionel again, Mum."

"And he's good is he?"

George rolled her eyes, "Yes, Mum, Lionel is now the Consulting Healer of this ward, and he's only 23." She sighed, there was a time when George had dreamed of being in that position. Oh well, lost dreams now. "He's Chase's Healer, he's been treating him since he arrived here."

Althea waved her daughter off with a hand, still looking at Chase. "Oh yes I know now." She stared at Chase for a good few moments more before focusing on her daughter, realising she was just sitting there, looking just as tired as she felt. "I'm sorry sweetie, you know how it is, murderer on the loose and all. How are you coping? Have you spoken to Jack recently?"

"No, with that girl going missing at the Castle they've maximised security. Dumbledore wants Jack there 'just in case because of his army background." George explained, missing him more now that she's started to think about how long it's been since she saw him.

"Oh and that's another one! Another murder. That poor girl, as Hogwarts, her body was found. Our department was going mad with paperwork!" Althea said, interrupting George's thoughts that now turned to guilt.

So many times when her mother made a comment about how busy she was at work it made George feel almost deceitful. It was slowly eating away at her. At first, she thought she could cope, and stick to the pact that was made between those four who witnessed it, but then there was the stress of St Mungos, the business in London and not seeing Jack everyday was emotionally pulling her apart.

"Mum?" George called, as her mother was analysing Chase's notes.

She didn't look up, "Yes darling?"

George paused, biting her lip, before taking a breath, "What is someone had some information on the murder?"

Althea looked up, curiously, "Which one?"

"Dermot O'Brien's," George gulped as her mother's face transformed. Her eyes grew wider as they fixated on her daughter.

"How do you know that name?" She questioned, wearily.

Oh blimey, where did she start? "Well, you know when Chase went to France to see Xanthe and Bella? And then Jack and I went to Ireland for a few days? Around about the time when Chase was hurt?"

Althea nodded, not knowing where this was going.

"We didn't go to those places. We went to Egypt, to see Nic, and SC was there too."

"What?" Althea replied, in disbelief.

Oh crap. George knew if she started talking they'd be a whole lot more questions. "And we met Nic's boyfriend at the time. His name was Dermot."

"Your lying, George, I brought you up to tell the truth and now your-," Althea was cut off.

"I'm not Mum!" George stood up, her voice getting louder as she tried to convince her mother, "Listen to me. When the Snow globe was up at Christmas, Chase was struck by some dark magic and now…" George faltered, she didn't really know how to explain it, "Now it's like he can sense the darkness in someone. I've been monitoring him, the ancient magic have changed the way he thinks. It's a bit corny, I know and I've yet to write to SC about it. No doubt she'll know more about it then me." George paused for a moment and looked at her mum. She was still in disbelief, so George kept going, "Anyway, Chase got bad …vibes, for lack of a better word, off Dermot and warned Nic. However Dermot overheard and cursed Chase into this condition. Jack went to fight him and SC pointed her gun at his head."

Althea shook her head, "But Dermot O'Brien is a Ministry worker. What do you mean Chase got 'bad vibes'?"

"He's a Death Eater Mum!"

"No…"

"His job was to infiltrate and kill all the descendants of the Crouch family, starting with Nic." George almost shouted, trying to get her point across. She was getting frustrated with the fact that her own mother didn't believe her.

"So, if this is all true, then that means SC killed him?" Althea asked, her brow furrowed with confusion.

Bugger. "No, she didn't. Nic did."

Althea went silent. Her expression blank. Surely it was a joke?

George continued, none the less, "Nic stole SC's gun and fired. Killed him stone dead." She paused, "Nic's no longer in Egypt, no one knows where she is. She's on the run."

"I don't believe any of this. I'm sorry George, but er…" Althea looked around frantically, picking up her cloak and briefcase, "I'll see you soon," She turned to the door, only to be stopped by a large frame in the doorway.

"It's true Mrs Bauer, all of it." Said the voice of Jack Callaghan. George let out a sigh of relief. "The last SC heard was that Nic was in South East Asia, and probably won't be there very long." He moved across the room and took George's hand protectively.

Althea stammered, "I've got to go," And with that, she left the room.

There was a beat of a stunned moment before George swung her arms around Jack's neck. "Thank you,"

Jack stroked her back, soothingly, "Hey, your welcome."

She lent back and looked up at him, "I'm sorry for breaking the pact."

"Don't worry, your Mum needed to know sooner or later."

There was a movement of the bed. George looked over and gasped. Chase's eyes were wide open.

"Jack's right. She needed to know that our sister had become a murderer and a vigilante." His eyes drifted off again and soon enough he was back unconscious like he'd never been awake.