I opened my eyes to see the destroyed roof of the ceiling. I groaned and sat up. I stumbled outside.
"Sammay?" Hestia looked, wide eyed as I wobbled out. I could feel the dried blood all along the side of my face and in other parts of my body. My arm was definitely broken and my ankle was sprained. I could also tell at least 3 of my ribs were broken.
"Hey." I mumbled. I was going to lose consciousness again very soon.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"Dumb question." I muttered. I could feel myself swaying.
"We need to get you to help." she secured her arm around my waist.
"Ouch." I groaned.
"Sorry." she whispered.
"Its ok. It hurts everywhere." I feinted
"Kiddo!" George shouted as he burst into the room.
He literally jumped on me. I was too overjoyed to see him to notice the pain that shot completely through my body.
"You're alright!" he said as he choke held me. "That is the best news I've had in ages. When you weren't anywhere to be found at the end of the battle..." He finally let me go and looked down at me.
"How's Fred?" I looked to the doorway to see if he was standing there.
George got up quickly and spun. "Um..." He turned back to me and offered me a hand. "Come on."
I took his hand and let him lift me gently to my feet.
He began to explain as we walked. "We thought he was dead. He got his sooo hard..." George's eyes welled with tears. "It wasn't until after the battle was over that we went to collect his body and...he was still alive! Barely but... Well, come on." he led me to a room. Fred lay on the bed, unconscious. He looked utterly terrible. I felt tears once again run down my face.
"I'll go." George disappeared from my side. I suddenly lost any energy I had had before. I walked to the side of his bed and lay down in the small space beside him. Laying my head against the pillow I fell asleep staring at his unmoving, pale face.
"Sammay?" A gentle hand shook my shoulder gently. I turned my head to look up at Mrs. Weasly. "Hello Dear." she said gently. She pushed my hair out of my face. "Are you feeling better?"
"Not really." I turned to look at Fred's still face. I felt my frown deepen.
"You'd better eat something Dear, you haven't had any food for at least 5 days." She leaned over and gently moved Fred more to the side so I could sit up.
I didn't take my eyes off Fred as I sat up.
"I know love, I'm worried to." She brushed my hair out of my face. "Here," she put a tray on my lap and I started to nibble on it.
"How do the doctors say he is?"
"They...they don't really know..." she seemed to be fighting back tears.
Suddenly an envelope flew through the door.
"Sammay Evans,
We have become aware that you have been being put in mortal danger in England since you began school there because of the British government. It has been decided to extract you from the country. Immediately."
I reached out and grabbed the letter and it acted as a port key. I found myself in an interrogation room.