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The five marauders

Chapter 23

Sirius smiled one of the widest smiles when my eyes met his. He took my hand gently, and I felt warmth spread around my body at his touch. I haven't felt the warmth of another person for what felt like months, although it was only just over a week. He squeezed my hand ever so gently, and I squeezed it back, using up some of the little strength I have recovered.

"How you feeling J?" James asked, putting his hand on my leg, above the duvet I was covered with.

"I've had better days," I replied, falling back against the pillows.

Everyone in the room smiled a sad smile. Madam Pomfrey then came to me, carrying a tray full of potions, most of them looking highly repulsive and sickening.

"Here dear," She said, putting the tray on the little table beside the bed I was in, "I will need you to take all of this potions as soon as possible."

I sighed a little and nodded.

"Which should I take first?" I questioned the middle-aged medi-witch.

She looked at the tray, and picked out a sky blue one.

"This one dear. It is a potion that will mend your broken ribs, but I warn you, the pain is terrible, but quick."

Great. More pain.

I took the potion from the witch, and gulped it in one go.

I expected the pain to come straight away, but all I felt was a slight tingling around my chest. I turned to Madam Pomfrey.

"How long will it take for the pain to come?" I asked politely.

She furrowed her eyebrows, "It should come the moment you drink it, and last around three seconds. Are you sure you haven't felt anything?"

I shook my head, and Madam Pomfrey took out her wand. She pointed it at me, and sent a non-verbal spell my way. Suddenly a tiny piece of parchment appeared on the duvet. The medi-witch took it, read it, and said, "Well your ribs are now completely healed!"

She looked at me, disbelievingly, "This is curious. I've had seventh-years scream out in pain after taking the potion, yet you didn't even wince."

"Why is that?" I wondered.

"I think I know," Ivy muttered.

We all looked at her expectantly. She sighed, and shared her thoughts,

"I think that it's Jamie's nerve cells. The nerve cells which make her feel pain. When Jamie had been put under the Cruciatus curse, she experienced grater pain then a human body ever should. That was just when she was put under one. But when all nine torture curses hit her, Jamie felt pain beyond belief, and something happened to the nerve cells. I think that because of what Voldemort did to her, she can now only feel the most terrible kind of pain, and the lighter pains will be just a mare irritation. The cells are not damaged, they will just work differently to how they have before, so it is not possible to be fixed, even with magic. Although it might heal overtime."

"Are you saying that from now on, I will be immune to pain?" I asked, shocked.

"Not completely immune, you just wont feel pain as much as you did before," Ivy explained.

I furrowed my eyebrows, and pinched myself out of curiosity. Sure enough, I did feel some pain, but not the way I used to when I pinched myself.

I grinned, "Wicked!"

Pomfrey then continued to feed me more potions. As we got the last one, I was feeling sick from taking all those gruesome potions, but I did feel much better then before. The hospital wing door then opened once more, and in walked Dumbledore, followed by McGonagall and a man with one normal, and one magical eye.

They all wore grim expressions.

The smiles faded from all of our faces as we saw them. We all had the same thought in our minds, but it was Ivy who voiced it,

"Who was it Albus? Who died?"

Dumbledore sighed sadly, and said, "Emily Collins."

I wore a puzzled expression, while the boys saddened, and Ivy gasped, tears beginning to well in her beautiful eyes.

"H-How?" She stuttered.

Dumbledore and the others sat down around my bed while Dumbledore explained,

"At first, the Death Eaters didn't know who had betrayed them, but then they noticed that one person did not help their side of the fight.

"Emily backed up, next to the wall, casting non-verbal shields between the Death Eaters and the Order. We started backing away when we noticed you going off, and we presumed you had Jamie and the boys with you. Emily did the stupid thing, and followed us. This gave her away, and she was hit with the killing curse before anyone could say more then her name."

I then understood that Emily must have been the blond Death Eater with those wonderful, sad green eyes.

I felt more guilt then I ever had in my life. So mow I'm responsible for someone's death. If I just wasn't so stupid to walk off on my own for that bloody meeting, none of this would have happened! I wouldn't have been tortured, I wouldn't be immune to pain, and I wouldn't be responsible for the death of an innocent woman.

Ivy was sobbing slightly. I guess they were friends then. Great. More guilt.

Dumbledore then turned to me, "Miss White, I will need you to tell me everything that happened, just before you have been kidnapped and while you were kidnapped. I need to know how it is possible that someone has managed to abduct a student from the school, and what Voldemort would have wanted from you."

I nodded, and replayed everything that had happened, starting from the mysterious letter from no one.

James POV

"…I passed out for a day, and was left alone until you came for me," Jamie concluded.

I sat, stone faced all the way through the story. So Jamie lied to us when she said she was going to the owlery. If I didn't feel so sorry for her, I would probably think she was stupid about going off on her own after what happened with the Slytherins.

So they have almost starved, tortured and freezed her to death. I held one of her hands, while Sirius held the other. We wanted to tell her without words that we will always be there for her, and that we both love her, and will not let such thing happen ever again.

Dumbledore nodded when she finished, and excused himself, saying that he has to inform her parents of her return. McGonagall, Moody and Brooke followed.

Madam Pomfrey gave Jamie one last potion, and went back to her office. Once we were alone, Sirius and I threw our arms around Jamie.

She giggled a little, and hugged us back. We stayed like that for a while, until Jamie whispered that we're suffocating her.

"One last chance, Jamie. If you do this to us again, we will tie you to one of us for the rest of your life," Said Sirius Seriously.

"But for now, we just won't let you out of our sight for more then two seconds," I added, and Sirius nodded.

Jamie smiled at us, and said, very sincerely, "I have missed you two so much."

"We missed you too, J."

"JEMMIA!" A woman's voice echoed through the hospital wing, when a woman with auburn hair and brown eyes, much alike the ones of Jamie, ran into the room, followed by a raven-haired, round and tiny man.

"MUM!" Jamie exclaimed, "DAD!"

Sirius and I moved out of the way, to give the parents space to hug their daughter.

"Honey we were so worried," Mrs White sobbed, hugging her daughter to her breast.

"Never do this to us again," Mr White begged, stroking his daughter's hair.

I motioned to Sirius that we should leave and not intrude the family moment. Just as we got to the door, they flew open once again, and a pair of handsome, identical twins, with auburn hair and blue eyes burst in to join the rest of the family.

When they saw the girl in the bed, they both exclaimed, "Jamie!" and enveloped her in a bone crushing hug.

Sirius and I shared a smile, and left the, once again, reunited family.

Jamie POV

"Vic! Mike!" I exclaimed, "What are you doing here?"

"Seeing our little sister, of course," They chorused, breaking the hug, and letting me breathe again.

"We were absolutely worried, but just about a minute ago we got an owl from Dumbledore…" Victor started.

"…So we apparated to Hogsmeade straight away, and ran all the way here," Michael finished.

It was then that I noticed they were completely out of breath.

They sat down to catch their breath, and suddenly Victor exclaimed, "How in bloody hell did you manage to get yourself kidnapped from the safest place in the world?"

"I don't really want to tell the tale again, but you can ask Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall or Brooke, and I'm sure they'll tell you," I sighed.

"Who's Professor Brooke?" Michael asked.

"I guess that'd be me," The voice of my favourite teacher echoed through the Hospital wing.

The twins stared at her with open mouths, "Ivy?"

"It's professor Brooke now, boys," My teacher grinned.

In normal circumstances, I'm sure my brothers would get up and hug their old friend, but it looked like they didn't want to leave my sides.

"You never told us you were a teacher," Victor accused.

"You never asked," She replied, and walked over to give the boys a hug each.

She then turned to my parents, "Professor Dumbledore requests your presence as soon as you feel you can leave your daughter."

They nodded, and looked back at me.

"You can go," I said, "I feel like taking a nap anyways."

To prove my point, I yawned widely.

They nodded, gave me a kiss each, and left.

"So how's life, you two?" Ivy asked my brothers.

That was the last thing I remembered, before drifting off to a long, much needed sleep.

Michael POV

"I guess that'd be me."

I turned to face the girl, or woman rather, that I haven't seen for a long, long time. Her hair was now longer, reaching down, past her shoulders and stopping around her mid-back. It looked as bronze and shiny as I remembered it. Her beautiful brown eyes, were covered by the long, brown eye-lashes which always gave her a lovely and mysterious look. She was taller then when I last saw her two years ago. She was just about as tall as me and my brother, and we're anything but small. She looked much more beautiful then I could ever remembered.

There stood Ivy, the girl I've been totally head-over-heels for since my twin and I met her in our first year.

"Ivy?" the two of us asked, both sure of the answer.

My brother sent me a quick grin which went unnoticed by the other occupants of the room. He was the only person in the world who knows of my feelings for our older best friend.

"It's professor Brooke now, boys," She smirked.

Professor? Ivy's a teacher? Why didn't she tell us?

Victor voiced my thought.

"You never asked," she replied, and walked over to give us each a hug.

It was true, we've exchanged many letters with Ivy, but we never asked what job she had. We just jabbered on and on about our training in Brazil.

She first hugged Victor, who was standing closer to her, and then moved onto me. I inhaled her scent, and it was just as I've remembered it. She smelled like roses, her favourite flowers.

She released me quickly. Too quickly. I missed her hugs; she's a great hugger. She gave our parents her message. After they left, the three of us sat down next to my dozing off sister.

"So how's life, you two?" She asked.

"It's alright," We chorused.

She let out a little chuckle, "I see you still do that."

"Do what?" We asked, confused.

She chuckled again, "Speak at the same time!"

I grinned at my brother, and he grinned back.

"So how come you're a teacher now?" I asked curiously.

"I don't know, I never really wanted to be one. One day, I heard that Dumbledore was desperate to find a DADA teacher, and so I went for an interview. It went pretty well."

"That's good. Do you at least like it?"

She smiled, a true smile, "I absolutely love it. The students are adorable. The Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff lessons are often quite boring, but when I get the first-years from Gryffindor and Slytherin, the lessons can be hilarious! Especially with the marauders in class!"

"Marauders?" Me and my brother asked.

"Your little sister and her four boyfriends," She grinned, "They are the heart and soul of Hogwarts. The pranksters and jokesters of the century."

"Let's just hope their mischievousness won't lead to too much trouble," I hoped.

"We'll see in time."

A/N – Hey it's Ivy! I'm sorry I've kept up this chapter. If you read what Dom was saying at the beginning, you would know that I was supposed to be writing this chapter all by myself, but I honestly could not think of what to write, so I asked Dom to write it instead. She rushed it, because she wanted to update asap, and so this chapter is quite crappy…

DOMINIKA – WHAT! How dare you say this chapter is crappy?

IVY – Oh come on, you have written better!

DOMINIKA – Shut up! It's all your fault! Today was supposed to be a day spent with my other bff, but I had to rush it, since I had to get time and write this bloody chapter because you're a dumb blonde and didn't know how to start it.

IVY – My hair colour has nothing to do with my idiotism!