Chapter Thirty-Three: Sarah Jones

"I was reading over these notes, on the Openings that allow traits to develop. How did you find out that they could be opened?" Fred asks Percy. They are both sitting down around Percy's desk in the office section of the Sakurai Research Center. Percy is absentmindedly looking through his notes, while Fred continues to read over the notes George had sent him.

Percy looks up at Fred, a sad smile on his lips "A Healer, Sarah Jones took a hands on approach. She was very brave"

Fred feels the blood drain from his face a little "You mean.. "

"She was infected when Bill was. She was one of the two healers who was brought over with him. She really advanced our knowledge of the virus. We owe her more than I can say. She saved the lives of four patients by giving them traits, before she lost control of her magic" Percy looks down at his papers. "She taught me and several other how to open the fail safes, and I can, on uninfected patients . . . It doesn't take long, but for the infected... if I could, Olive-"

"Percy, you wouldn't-" Fred starts but Percy interrupts him, knowing what his younger brother was thinking.

"No, There are too many people depending on me. I just wish I had pushed harder for the opening of the fail-safe openings- of all visitors who are allowed to enter... damn it. Not enough re sources they said. NOW, they are considering it... " Percy scoffs and turns to look at his younger brother, face red with anger.

Fred nods. "Percy, I'm sor-"

"Don't. For all i care, it was my fault for not pushing harder for safety procedure -but ..." Percy stops himself. "I-I forgot. You've been working here this whole time, and I haven't had you treated. Merlin, I, How could I have forgotten. "

Quickly, before Fred knows what's happening Percy is standing over him. "It won't hurt, just sit still for a bit"

Percy reaches into his lab coat and takes out a small spray bottle. He sprays the lavender liquid around them. Instantly the air around them breaks into faint colors of pale blue and pale green. Percy nods in approval, there is no sing of magical residue, only their dormant magical auras.

Without a warning Percy places his wand hand on Fred's chest, just over his heart. Fred can feel Percy's magic begin to flow through him, a light tickle of a feeling. He looks down at his chest and he can see it. His aura, a normal pale green is being over run with Percy's pale blue. Slowly he can start making out a what must be the Magical Flow, the circulatory system his magic rums through outline in blue over pale green.

Percy pulls away and Fred over. For a moment Percy just looks at his brother, confused. "Your fail-safes, they are not open, but they look more weekend than I have seen them on any pureblood... especially around your face- head and hands... why?"

Without another word, Percy replaces his hand over Fred's heart and places the other over Fred's face.

For a moment feels like he had been punched in the chest and then slapped in the face several times in an instant. Confused and dazed, Fred didn't notice Percy move his hand away from his face to Fred's left hand until he feels a second punch to the chest and a burning sensation on the tips of his fingers and the palm of his hand.

"agrh!" cries out Fred, but Percy doesn't stop and moves on to Fred's Right hand. Fred braces himself for the punch to the chest this time, but as Percy's magic reaches his hand he does not feel the same burning but pickles and scrapes, like running his hands through a bushes of nettles.

"Brace yourself" Percy says as he pushes a last brush of magic through Fred. Fred shits his eyes in surprise and pain, it feels like the breath had been knocked out of him, in fact, is had been. The burst of magic also sent several of Fred's notes flying around the room, scattering them on the floor and desk.

"Th-Than-ks fu-ru w-warning meh" says Fred as he struggles to catch his breath.

Percy Shrugs. "You'll thank me if your ever infected. . . " Percy looks around at the fallen papers. "What's this. . .?" Percy asks as he starts to pick up the fallen papers.

"De-Developement notes for the Day Dream Charms . . Shield hats . . Skiving Snackbox.. I thought it could be useful-"

"For the Dark arts spell! Yes, it's prefect!" Percy says as he collects the notes. This is why your fail-safes were more loose than normal.

"I don't get it"

"It's fine, just sit a rest while I look over the notes"