Disclaimer: I only own Sarah.

Butterflies filled my stomach while I removed my robes and button up shirt. I trusted Fred and George, but I couldn't help but to be anxious at the idea of them seeing me half naked. As I began to unravel the bandages that covered my breasts and waist, there was a small knock on the door.

"Sarah, are you ready?"

The twins had given me a bit of privacy while they collected the things they needed to clean my back. I sat back down on my bed and called for them to come in. Fred entered my room carrying a basin of water and George followed close behind with a cloth, a large bottle of rubbing alcohol, and fresh bandage. I watched as George poured the alcohol into the water while Fred shut my bedroom door. Taking off this bandage was harder than I thought, and asking for help was going to be weird.

"Something wrong Sarah?" Fred noticed.

George looked up, "Do you need help?"

"Umm," I bit my lip, "please?"

Fred and George's blushed, "Uh…sure thing,"

I crawled to the center of my bed, standing on my knees with my arms out to my sides. The twins exchanged glances before George crawled beside me on my left and Fred did the same on my right. Fred took the piece of bandage I'd started with and lifted it off my stomach before handing it around to his twin. George then took the bandage, lifting it off my back before handing to Fred. Together, they unraveled my bandage until I was completely naked above my skirt.

"Thanks guys," my cheeks were burning.

The twins were beyond embarrassed at sight of my not-so-small chest. Their entire faces, including their ears, were as red as their hair by the point. I don't blame them really. I mean, here I was on a bed, with C-cup knockers, wearing nothing but a skirt, knickers, and socks. They're boys. They can't help it.

Fred and George looked away, "Umm, should we start now?"

I took a deep breath, lying on my stomach so the twins could clean my back. Now that we were past the awkward stage, all we had to do was get past the painful one.

"Princess," Fred pulled up a chair on my right, "I'll be really gentle. I promise."

George took a seat on my left, "Sarah-doll, you can squeeze my hand when it starts to hurt. I placed a numbing charm on it, so I won't feel anything."

"Why can't you put that charm on my back?" I questioned.

Fred and George frowned, "On Dumbledore's orders, we can't."

"Of course," I groaned.

The twins gave me sympathetic glances before Fred dipped the cloth into the basin. I braced myself for what I was certain was going to be infinite pain by taking George's hand in mine.

"I reckon this is going to twinge a bit," Fred began. "On the count of three: one-"

"-Two," George kissed my hand.

I closed my eyes, "-Three."

From the moment Fred placed the cloth on my back, I started screaming. I felt Fred move the cloth down the length of my wound, pressing it from my left shoulder blade, down to my lower back just above my right hip. My hand tightened around George's hand.

"Princess," Fred yelled over my voice, "I apologize! I really do!"

George cringed at my constant wailing, "Sarah, you're going to have to be strong for a while! I understand it hurts!"

Fred removed the cloth in order to place it back in the basin once again. I stopped screaming and gasped, feeling the sting subside for a moment. My face was red and sweat was beginning to form on my forehead. I felt like I was on fire. Fred quickly placed the cloth on my back again and a scream erupted from my throat.

"Fuck!" I turned my head to face George. "Oh, bloody hell this hurts!"

"Sarah," George reassured me, "it'll be okay."

I felt Fred's fingers carefully press the cloth inside my wound. Even though the cut wasn't that deep, it felt as though it was as deep as the inside of my backbone. My eyes widened and my screams filled the silence once more.

"Sarah, I'm sorry," Fred apologized again. "I'm sorry. I can't say it enough."

Tears filled my eyes and I squeezed George's hand. At this point, I was certain I'd broken a few of his bones. "I'm in so much pain! Make it stop!"

"Does it hurt more than being in labor?" George tried to tease.

"I don't know!"

When Fred removed the cloth, I turned my head to face Fred. Tears filled my eyes and I was completely winded from screaming.

"Stop, please," I begged. "Stop, it feels like knives. Fred, stop…please?"

The basin, which was once clear, was now slowly turning red from each meeting it had had with the cloth. Fred pulled the cloth from the water and wrung it out, revealing its stained color.

"I'm sorry Princess." He sighed sympathetically before placing the freshly dampened cloth on my back, "I'm really sorry, but on Dumbledore's orders I can't."

"We have to clean your back so it won't get infected," George added.

I screamed and closed my eyes, praying for this pain to end. Twenty minutes later, I'd gotten my wish. Twenty minutes later, I was sitting up with new bandages around my waist. I can't believe I didn't pass out from the pain. Fred, who had charmed the basin and the cloth out of the room, sat in his chair staring at his hands, which were slightly tinted from my blood. George sat on my left with his body slumped in the chair as he opened and closed his right hand. The three of us were completely silent.

"I-I can't do this tomorrow," Fred finally spoke. "Your screams Sarah…I don't know what was worse, seeing you writhe in pain or listen to you scream in agony for so long."

George was next, "Both were equally bad. Plus, I think my hand might be sprained. It hurts to move it."

"Let's trade jobs tomorrow alright?"

"Sounds fair."

I let out a sob, "I'm sorry."

Fred touched my hand, "Oh, Sarah."

"Sarah, it's not your fault," George stroked my hair.

"It just hurts us to cause pain to you," the twins sighed. "Are you okay?"

My voice was almost gone, so I could only nod. Besides, I just felt numb.

"Are you sure?" They raised their eyebrows.

"I just need to rest," I whispered.

Fred and George stood while I attempted to remove my skirt and socks. I realized quite quickly that leaning forward, arching, or slouching hurt my back. I let out a whimper.

"Need help?" Fred asked.

I nodded. Without a word, Fred removed my socks and George gently pulled my skirt down to my ankles. Fred covered me in a blanket and George tucked me in.

"Thank you," I rested my head on a pillow.

Both of them kissed me on my forehead and headed for the door.

"Good night, Princess," Fred left the room.

"Sweet dreams, Sarah-doll," George turned out the light.

…

Once Sarah's bedroom door was shut, Fred and George sat in the living room and stared into the fire. Both sat slouched in their chairs, completely unsure of what to do or say next.

"I have never heard screams like that in my life," Fred sighed.

"I won't soon forget them," George agreed.

"They were so…so…"

"Blood curdling?"

"Yes," Fred's eyes widened. "I mean, at least she's asleep now. I hope she's not in too much pain in her sleep."

George looked at his twin, "We have to go to breakfast tomorrow and act like this never happened."

"I know. We have to make people laugh…the whole enchilada."

"Right."

They grew quiet until George spoke up, "She screamed until her voice gave out. I can't believe it."

Fred nodded, "She started sobbing after that. I'm surprised she didn't pass out."

"I kept waiting for it to happen," George closed his eyes. "I knew that her body could only take so much and I kept watching for her to faint-"

"-But it never happened," Fred shook his head.

"It hurts my heart to see her like this."

"Me too, George. Me too."

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