Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own Sarah Jane Stone-Black.

It's Christmas Eve. I finally got my copy of Harry Potter Film Wizardry. It's such an amazing book, so cool.

"Sarah, take a deep breath for us."

I tried but failed miserably. Nothing left my shaking body except for sobs. Using his wand, George levitated the cloth off of my back and dipped it into the basin of diluted rubbing alcohol again. George hadn't touched me throughout the entire process. Instead, he had used his wand.

Fred ran his thumb over my knuckles, "Please try for us, Princess."

"I can't," I gasped. "Please stop. I can't take anymore."

"You've got to try," George advised. "Just one more time, okay?"

I whimpered and closed my eyes, bracing myself for the pain. Even though they had cleaned my back every night since the accident, my wound wasn't showing any signs of healing or scarring over. Every night felt just as painful as the first.

George levitated the towel out of the basin "One last time. On the count of three, one-"

"Two," Fred kissed my hand.

"Three."

My eyes widened almost immediately. I squeezed Fred's hand with my left and gripped the bed sheets with my right. As George moved the cloth down towards the middle and deepest part of my injury, I threw my head back. Fred and George's mouths were moving, but all I could hear was my own screams. Moments later, it was over. The cloth was back in the basin, Fred had let go of my hand, and George was sitting back in his chair, his knuckles white from grasping his wand.

I rested my head back on my pillow, "Give me a moment. Then you can wrap me up."

The twins said nothing in return. After my moment, I carefully went to sit up on my knees when George shook his head.

Fred shot me an apologetic glance, "Lie back down Princess."

"Why?" My throat was dry.

George sighed, "Well, Sarah-doll, Fred and I were called into Dumbledore's office earlier today…"

"And?" I could feel an aching in my gut telling me that I wasn't about to like what I was going to hear.

"Dumbledore told us we have to use this spell," Fred explained. "It's going to pull your skin to help cover the wound and create a scar. He asked how your wound was doing. We told him that it wasn't healed completely yet, so he told us the spell."

"It takes two wands," George continued. "Fred and I will place our wands on either side of your wound and move them down its length."

"While we do this, your skin on both sides will stretch and meet in the middle of your wound. If done properly, it should speed up your recovery process."

"Dumbledore didn't say whether or not it would be painful. But I assume it would be."

I couldn't believe it. There was no way that Dumbledore actually thought that I would go along with this. I shook my head."No. No, you can't. I won't let you."

"Sarah, don't make us force you." Fred frowned. "You know you won't win."

George rubbed the back of his neck, "Besides, if we don't, it may take months before you heal completely."

"Would you rather have painful back cleanings for the next two months?"

"Or one painful night with slightly painful back cleanings for the next two weeks?"

I didn't want to go through more pain tonight, but I knew it was for the best. With a nod of my head, George moved to the other side of my bed and stood next to Fred. I lay back down on my stomach, turning my head to face the two of them as they held out their wands.

"All right Sarah," Fred placed the tip of his wand on my back.

George did the same, "On three."

"One…"

"Two…"

"Three," Fred and George nodded together. "Cicatrix."

A soft purple light left both of their wands and surrounded my torso. Immediately, I felt a sharp pulling in my back. It felt as if someone had placed jagged fishhooks on either side of the wound, using them to yank my skin up tightly. Seconds later, I felt like the imaginary hooks had crossed and were now twisting my skin at a wondrous rate. I closed my eyes tightly. Now, the hooks felt knotted up so badly that, whoever had knotted them, was now trying to pull the hooks directly out of my flesh. I placed my face in my pillow, screaming so hard I thought my brain might explode. Tears ran from my eyes. Amongst the pain radiating from my skin, I could still feel the tips of twins' wands slowly inching down the length of my wound. The imaginary hooks jerked back and forth, finally freed from my skin. Then, all at once, the pain stopped.

My body trembled. I stopped screaming. While the worst was over, I could still feel stinging and pain. I wanted to go to sleep. I wanted a numbing charm, anything to stop the pain. I opened my eyes. Fred was slouching in the chair and George was kneeling by my side. I let out a sob. Every muscle, every vein, and every fiber of my body hurt so badly. I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. With a shaking hand, I wiped my eyes and felt more tears replace them.

Fred closed his eyes and sighed, "George, touch her."

George looked at his twin with knitted eyebrows and wide eyes. "Fred...I-I can't."

"You've got to."

"I can't, and you know why."

"All the more reason to do it! Sarah's bawling her bloody eyes out."

"Fred!"

"Dammit George! She's in pain!"

With shaking hands, George touched my forearm as if I were made of glass. His fingers felt cold and smooth against my burning skin. The three of us hung on a baited breath, watching for something to happen. Nothing did. Sobs still left my throat and tears still blurred my vision.

"Why won't it work?" He panicked.

Fred's expression matched his twin's. "You're touching her with all the feeling you've got, right?"

"Yes!"

"Keep trying!"

George placed his hands on either side of my face and kissed me. I felt everything that he had held back, every speck of want, every scrap of need poured into me through his lips. Like first time we'd kissed, I kissed him back. I pressed my lips against his with all the force I could muster. I wanted him as much as he'd wanted me. I loved George so much, but I still hadn't told him. I couldn't, at least not until the proper moment. We pulled away and George's eyes met with mine.

Fred cleared his throat, "Have your emotions changed at all, Princess?"

"I can't describe the amount of pain I'm in, but you two have to understand that it won't matter how many times you hug or kiss or touch me," I sniffed. "Fred held my hand through the entire cleaning process and my emotions never changed. Do you honestly think that it will work now?"

The twins nodded.

"It won't. Boys, I'm feeling pain, pure, honest, physical pain. Pain-"

"-Isn't a mood," they finished.

I shook my head and whispered, "Pain isn't a mood."

Fred and George exchanged sad glances while I cried in silence. Without a word, they got to their feet and conjured the materials needed to wrap my back into the room.

"Can you sit up for us Princess?" Fred asked.

It took some struggling, but with the help of the twins, I was able to sit on my knees. I held my arms out and watched as Fred and George wrapped my torso in bandages.

"Your wound looks much better," George mentioned.

"Yeah, you can barely see the inside. Thanks to the spell, it's heal over now."

I didn't say anything, just waited for them to finish. I was so tired. Once they had finished and charmed the materials out of the room, I buried my face in my hands.

"It's going to be okay Sarah," Fred's voice filled my right ear.

"You're going to be all right," George's voice entered my left.

More tears slid down my cheeks, "Am I?"

Fred gently lifted my face from my hands and looked at me with gentle eyes. "We promise."

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his body while he motioned something at George. I cried on his shoulder until his twin returned with my pajamas. Fred wiped my eyes with his thumbs and laid me down on my bed.

"We love you Sarah," he kissed my forehead.

"We always will," George kissed my hand.

I wiped my eyes, "I love you both. Thank you."

"You're welcome," Fred smiled. "Do you mind if we help you dress?"

I shook my head. I didn't care about them seeing my naked body. They had seen my breasts every night, so I imagine that it doesn't faze them anymore. If it does, they definitely don't show it. Every night, I put myself in their hands and, every day, I'd learned to trust them more than I had before.

"Slow down you crazy child," Fred began to sing. "You're so ambitious for a juvenile."

George pulled off my socks and joined in, "But then if you're so smart, tell me,"

Their voices blended, "Why are you still so afraid?"

"Where's the fire, what's the hurry about?" Fred continued, sliding off my skirt. "You better cool it off, before you burn it out."

"You got so much to do and only so many hours in a day." George placed his hands on my hips and looked at me for consent.

I gave a nod and watched as his long fingers slid my knickers to my ankles and took them off. He and Fred sang the chorus while Fred pulled a new pair of knickers up to my hips.

"Slow down you're doing fine," George put my left leg into a pair of pajama bottoms. "You can't be everything you want to be before your time. Although, it's so romantic on the borderline tonight."

Fred put my right leg in, "Too bad but it's the life you lead. You're so ahead of yourself that you forgot what you need. Though you can see when you're wrong."

"You know you can't always see when you're right."

They sung together and pulled my pajama bottoms up. "You're right."

"You got your passion," Fred sat on my right, his back to me.

"You got your pride," George mimicked his twin on my left.

"But don't you know only fools are satisfied?" They both took off their ties and shirts.

Fred stood, taking off his pants, "Dream on, but don't imagine they'll all come true."

George did the same, "When will you realize Vienna waits for you?"

I carefully got underneath the blankets and lay in the middle of the bed. My voice cracked but I managed to sing my favorite part, "Slow down you…crazy child. Take the phone off the hook and…disappear for a while."

Fred laid down next to me on my right while George laid on my left. Both of them took one of my hands and sang, "It's alright you can afford to lose a day or two."

"When will you realize Vienna waits for you?" George brushed hair away from my face.

"Why don't you realize," Fred wiped my eyes, "Vienna waits for you?"

They kissed my cheeks, "When will you realize Vienna waits for you?"

I closed my eyes. I was in so much pain, I felt so helpless. "Thank you, Fred. Thank you, George."

"Anything for you, Sarah."

Please review. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays and have a Happy New Year! I used Cicatrix because it means: a scar resulting from formation and contraction of fibrous tissue in a flesh wound.