She laid in the bed breathing hard, another fit having just passed. Bridget could hear George and Fred outside the door arguing with Remus and Mr. Weasley about wanting to see her. Lying out of breath she knew that she didn't want to see George at the moment, her skin was pale and she had lost weight from not eating meals regularly or even getting out of the bed some days. Her hair was matted down from not having brushed it and as she reached to get the glass of water that was on her bed stand she could see the fresh blood under her nails.

Bridget had taken to scratching herself in the places where it hurt the most and she knew that some of them would leave scars, the deepest were on her back and neck, though they were scattered across her body. She knew that she missed him, knew that she wanted to see him, but she didn't want him to see her, she was only a shell of the person she was when they had started dating and she didn't want him to have these memories of her.

In the month that she had been at 12 Grimmauld Place they had only seen each other twice, and both times she knew he tried to hide the concern for her withering state, it was hard for her to explain to him that despite the energy that coursed through her it was draining her life, making her more tired and frail. Bridget had tried the compatibility test with three young men and none of them had worked, despite the amount of markers they had matched, she was beginning to fear the worst.

She could hear the argument outside getting louder and she was close to rolling over and attempting to yell for them to take it somewhere else so she could sleep, but just the thought of moving exhausted her, so instead she listened.

"I don't care! I want to see her!" George yelled.

"She doesn't want to see anyone right now." Remus spoke calmly, "Fred, George, you need to respect this wish right now, Primals can be very dangerous when they are without a bond mate and I know she doesn't want to hurt either of you, nor does she want to be seen in this state. It's a very private thing for them."

"She can't stay locked away forever." Fred replied.

George bowed his head remembering what she had told him about the initial Priming, "It won't take forever." He lowered his voice to talk to Remus, "How much time do you think she has left. Be honest."

"A month maximum." Remus answered, suspecting the two had more than just a friendship going on. He looked up at the boy and in an instant he was gone with a pop. The two older men sighed knowing that George had just used his newly legal ability to apparate to go into her room, despite the locked door.

Bridget pressed her eyes closed when she heard the pop in her room, Remus would have just unlocked the door, she pulled the covers tighter to her body, "Go away."

"No." George spoke sternly but quietly.

"George please, I don't want anyone to see me right now." She could feel tears brimming to the surface and he could hear them in her voice. She wanted him in there, wanted him to hold her, to comfort her, but she knew it wasn't for the best.

He sat down on the bed with his back facing hers, "I can't see you like this."

She turned slightly to see that he was facing away from her and let out a tiny laugh, "Smart ass."

"I thought that's why you liked me." He smiled at the wall.

"One of the many reasons." She smiled and felt him shift his weight to lean back on his hands. Her body was tired but she reached her hand out for his and intertwined their finger.

"Bridg, please." He wanted to see her, to hold her, to be allowed to spend time with her.

She sighed, knowing she missed him too much to say no, "If I start having a fit you have to leave."

George smiled and turned to look at her, the marks on her neck were red and her glowing skin was now almost white, but the one thing that was still the same was her eyes, that's how he knew that no matter how sick she looked, she was still alive and still his. He placed a hand on her cheek and smiled, finally able to see her again. She avoided his gaze, "I look pretty bad I know."

"You still look beautiful." He smiled at her.

She laughed again, "Liar."

"Never when it comes to you." He leaned down and placed his lips on hers despite her obvious hesitation. After a moment she couldn't control how much she had missed him and kissed him back with all the energy she had. George wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up into his lap, he cradled her frail figure and held her close but not tight, afraid he might hurt her.

When they broke she nuzzled her head under his chin, "So what's happening out there? I can never get anything substantial out of Remus."

"Well despite the fact that Fred and I are seventeen they won't let us join until we finish school, but we've been using our extendable ear to hear that You-Know-Who has been getting more powerful and been working on recruiting already."

"That's not good." She said with her mind on the Primals.

"I know that face, you're thinking of something important."

"The Primals, I doubt Voldemort has one, but the order does. Once we" She paused then corrected her statement, "If we find me a bond mate then I could talk to the council about joining our side. They'll have to choose at some point."

"That's a good point." George smiled at her, "Still smart as ever."

She smiled back as he bent down to kiss her but she stopped him feeling a pain in her shoulders that was quickly spreading down her spine, "George get out."

"What?" He asked and she pretty much rolled out of his lap and onto the floor.

"Get out!" She yelled as another fit began to overtake her body. A scream left her lips as she crumbled to the floor her nails dug into her sides and she curled into the fetal position, trying not to yell, "Get out please!"

Remus busted through the door and immediately began to hold her down then looked to George, "You here, might as well grab her hands."

George quickly did as the man asked and grabbed her arms away from her side although he had already drawn blood. Her fingers were moving uncontrollably looking for something to grab onto but George was only slightly stronger than her, though usually he was plenty strong enough to keep her from moving. Remus took her head and gently held it back popping open a vial and pouring the contents into her mouth.

Slowly the fit passed and Bridget passed out from exhaustion. Remus picked the girl up and placed her back in the bed, "That is why she doesn't want to see anyone. They could happen at any moment."

"I want to take the test." George blurted out.

"Me too." Fred apparated in.

"It's not that simple, the likely hood of one of you being a match is very slim." Remus tried to dismiss them, knowing that's what Bridget would have wanted.

"Better to try and know." George said.

"Than to never try at all." Fred finished.

"I'll have to talk to your father." Remus said giving up and headed down to talk to Arthur.

Fred looked at George, "She that bad then?"

"Yeah, I picked her up, she's lost a lot of weight." George said staring at the girl who was sound asleep.

Fred and George were called down stairs by their father. When they arrived both of their parents were standing with Remus, Sirius, and McGonagall. Arthur spoke, "Are you two sure you want to do this?"

"Yes." They answered at the same time, then George spoke, "Anything to keep her alive."

"Anything to get our Bridget back." Fred followed.

"Do you two even know what you're signing up for if it works?" McGonagall asked.

"Doesn't matter." They replied in unison. Molly looked uneasy but hoped that one of her sons would match, she didn't know if she could bear to loose Bridget either and Arthur nodded. Remus got out two vials of blood that had been taken from Bridget and sat the boys down at the table.

"We have to mix your blood with hers. Primals have developed a potion to see if the two people are compatible using this method. It saves a lot of time." Remus explained then reached out for Freds hand, he pricked the boys finger and let his blood drip into one of the vials with Bridgets then added in four drops of the potion. He repeated the process with George then instructed the two to shake the vials up.

When they did nothing happened and George let out a defeated groan. Remus stopped him, "It takes five minutes for the mixture to reveal anything, even if you don't match the concoction would change color."

Remus wrote their first initial on the vials and took them from the boys to have them be on their way so they weren't waiting on what was to be an inevitable disappointment, "I'll let you know what the outcome is."

When they didn't leave the table Remus decided that he was going to and went upstairs and ended up walking into the room Bridget was sleeping in. The girl had become like his own over the past year, having someone else around like him, someone who never knew what was going to happen next comforted him and he hoped that one of the twins vials would turn purple despite the likely hood of them being matches. He held them in his hand while he rested his head on it watching the girl sleep, Remus had never felt like this towards anyone since the days before the first wizarding world.

He finally decided to look at the vials, he knew he was getting his hopes up so he grabbed one at a time. The first one was a dark blue, which meant no match. They were twins, the likely hood one only one of them matching was so slim he didn't even look at the other. He lowered the vials to where they were hanging out of his hand over the side of the chair. There was a knock at the door.

Molly came in, "How did it go?"

Remus looked at her defeated then noticed her eyes growing wide while looking at his hand. He quickly looked to where she was looking and then brought his hand up to see that one vial was dark blue and the other was…purple. He had an amazed smile flash on his face, "Impossible!"

The woman rushed over to him and took the vials to see which of her sons it was that matched, "Oh it's George."

"You do realize after what happened with Cedric, she isn't going to let him bond with her without a fight?" Remus looked up and his voice was stern despite his smile.

"She'll see reason. She has no other choice." Molly smiled at the man, "Now let's have her rest before she starts fighting us off. And you should get a hold of the council."

"Yes you're right." He said standing up vial in hand.

"NO!" Bridget yelled, "NOT HIM!"

"It's either him, your uncle, or no one!" Remus pleaded back with a yell.

"I'd rather it be no one." She yelled back from her bed.

He growled, "I'm not just going to sit her and let you die because you're afraid of what happened last time to happen again!"

"The only reason Cedric died was because Voldemort wanted me too! We don't even know for what and with his return that will put George in unnecessary danger!" She sat up, "And I refuse to do that! And I would rather die than let that son of a bitch uncle get anywhere near me!"

"Bridget!" George yelled after apparating into the room, "I know the dangers and I don't care. I'll be in danger anyhow with this war, and if I'm going to be fighting this war I want you by my side while do. I couldn't imagine life without you, and neither could anyone else in this house."

Her mouth fell open at his words, she couldn't think of anything to say back to him. Remus spoke up, "He's right, we're all about to be in a lot of danger and we should get to spend a lot of time with those that are most important to us and not give up because we might put them in more danger."

"Perhaps we should take our own advice Remus…" She glared at him referring to Tonks but eventually gave in, "Okay, fine. When are we heading to the council?"

"Tomorrow." Remus informed her and she nodded he placed a hand on her knee, "And they still want you to take the assessment."

Bridget groaned, "I hate Councilor Tevos!"

"It appears she isn't too fond of you either." Remus smiled.

"Funny old man." She glared at him and the other two laughed at her returning sense of humor, something neither of them had seen much of since Cedrics death. Remus walked over to her and wrapped his arms around the girl, placed a kiss on her temple and whispered in her ear.

"One more night and you'll be back to normal." He squeezed her as tight as he thought was safe and she hugged him back as tight as she could manage, "I'll give you two a moment to discuss everything."

He left the room and George sat down next to her, "So what's the bonding like?"

"It's hard to explain." She leaned on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around her, "You feel like you're at peace with everything."

"Sounds nice." He smiled at her.

"You might not like the way that I look during it…" she spoke low.

He looked down at her, "Why do you say that?"

"Some animalistic characteristics come out during the bonding." Bridget explained, "Once I've figured out how to completely control everything then I'll be able to just bring them out whenever, kind of how Tonks does with her metamorphosis."

"Interesting." He said with a grin.

"I don't think so. What I wouldn't give to be normal."

"I wouldn't want you any other way." He leaned down and kissed her. She wiggled around using all the energy she had and lifted herself onto his lap, George was surprised when she straddled his hips but pulled her close non the less.

Bridget ran her fingers through his now short hair and smiled backing away, "I miss your old hair."

"I know, you're the reason I waited so long to cut it, but it was getting in the way of making the snack boxes." He went to pull her back in for another kiss, enjoying the fact that they had alone time together, but she pulled back.

"George did you mean what you said? About not imagining life without me?" She wasn't looking at him and had a look of embarrassment.

He pulled her face to look at him, "I meant every word Bridg, why?"

"I've just never had anyone say that about me before." She said putting her head under his chin.

George held her close and took in a nervous breath, "Bridg, I love you."

Her hear stopped, did she really just hear that? Her body shot up faster than she thought she had the energy for and noticed the blush on his face, he saw her wide eyes and was scared that he might have said the wrong thing. She whispered, "George you aren't just saying that are you?"

"No I mean it, I love you Bridget Faltey, I love you more than all the rain drops in a summers storm." He cupped her cheek and gave her an unsure smile. She pressed her lips to his and he was taken aback by the joy he could feel through the kiss.

She pulled back and whispered on his lips, "I love you too George Weasley."

George pulled her back into the kiss and this time when his tongue skirted across her lips she didn't tease him as she had done many times before she slowly parted her lips and he hesitantly slipped his tongue into her mouth. She gripped his shirt tighter at the new sensation and he had to hold back a moan when his tongue touched hers.

They heard his mother calling that dinner was ready and he had to force himself to pull away from her. They both looked at each other with a laugh. He ran a finger down her cheek, "I guess that was good timing."

"Yeah, maybe," She smiled then looked around her room, "Think you can help me down stairs? I don't know that a fit will be coming on soon. I've already had three today."

"Of course." He said helping her off the bed, her legs were shaking as she walked and he kept a good grip on her waist just in case they gave out on her. She thought about it after they had left the room that she probably should have put on different clothes and not just her shorts and tank top but she was already to the landing on the stairs.

Fred looked up and smiled at her out of the room. He watched as his brother helped her down the last flight of stairs and when her legs gave out half way down George caught her and Fred ran up two steps to brace her, her voice was shaky, "Thanks."

"Not a problem." They said at the same time, another thing she sorely missed.

"Is that Bridget?!" A voice from the dining room said and Hermione came around the corner and her hand flew to her mouth at the sight of her best friend, "Oh god."

"Don't worry, I should be better soon." Bridget smiled at the girl and let the twins continue to escort her to the table. Everyone was happy to have her at the table and more than welcomed her into the conversation.

McGonagall entered into her room after getting the call that it was okay. She was surprised to see that her niece had managed to get dressed by herself and sat down next to her, "You know child, the likely hood that this will end the same is very slim."

"I know…I'm just worried about George." She looked at her hands.

"I understand, but he wants to do this, wants to be there for you." McGonagall put an arm around her, "And I know it's not your birthday yet but I wanted to give you something."

The woman handed her a dark royal green cloak, Bridget ran her thumb over the clasps and recognized it from when her mother was alive, "This is the family symbol isn't it?"

"Yes, this was your mothers cloak." Her aunt smiled at her then helped her to put it on, "Also, your mother had a habit of breaking things so the pocket on the inside has a charm on it so that anything put in there won't break."

Remus called saying it was time to go. He opened the door and looked at the girl with a smile. She stood up and walked to the door, her legs giving out on her after a few steps and Remus lunged out catch her. He quickly scooped the small girl into his arms and carried her down the stairs, where George was waiting. Molly and Arthur knew that they couldn't go with him and it was a fact the killed Fred, the two used to going everywhere together. Remus told George to hold on to his arm and Bridget knew that they were about to apparate, "Remus! I don't have any shoes on!"

"You aren't going to be walking until were in the chambers." He explained as they popped out of the room. George was surprised to look around and see that they were in the middle of Stonehenge.

"What the?" He said looking around.

"Ancient family remember?" She said with a slight laugh.

"I didn't think you meant this ancient." George muttered.

Remus led them to an arch way and asked Bridget if she remembered what to do. She nodded and reached her hand out drawing on one of the stones with her finger, she spoke as she drew, "Fearn, Ailm, Luis, Tinne, Ebad."

George watched as the area in the arch way became a passage to a dark hallway with candles lighting the way. As they walked he asked, "What was that spell?"

"It wasn't a spell, it was me remembering the password to get in, it's Ogham, an old Celtic language, I was spelling out my last name." She let out a small laugh.

Eventually the hallway opened up into a large circular room. There were five women standing at the far end of the room and the one in the middle stepped forward, "Needing to bond again I see Faltey, this is the issue with Priming so young."

"I don't think my age had anything to do with it Tevos." She said getting set down onto the ground, George understood all that he had ever over heard about this woman, she was scarier looking than McGonagall and his mother combined when angry. Her hair was raven and her eyes he swore were black. Her skin was pulled tight to all the bones in her body and it made her facial features very striking and her hands very creepy.

"Well we might as well get this over with so that we can see if your age helps with mastering your primes at all." She waved her hand and Remus moved to the back of the room and the woman spread out, leaving her and George in the middle of the room.

"Bridg, what's going on?" He asked.

"Just hold my hands and relax." She explained, "You have to empty your mind and open up your body and the easiest way is to just relax."

"I should have asked if this was going to hurt." He muttered as the women began to all say a spell and the floor began to glow with an ancient rune.

He watched as her eyes focused on his, "It'll just tingle."

"Okay." He said and felt a rush of wind around them. The light from under them became more intense and he tried to do what she said. George watched as her skin changed color so that the hollows of her cheeks were green, like they had been in the Black lake but the points of her face, which were becoming more pointed began to glow orange. Her eyes turned a vibrant shade of amber, within seconds he felt like he was floating, and he did feel at peace with just being focused on her.

His skin began to tingle and it began to feel like a warm sensation crawling up his arm and spreading up to the rest of his body, once the feeling had connected all the way around his vision began to go blurry and he realized that he had more energy than he was used to pulsing through his body and slowly the glowing began to go away and Bridgets face returned to normal, and was no longer pale as before which made George smile.

"Now for your assessment." Tevos said stepping forward.

"Cant she have a break?" George asked, not knowing how she felt at the moment.

"George, it's fine." Bridget looked at him then back to Tevos, "If you heard anything about the Triwizard tournament then you know that I am more than capable of breathing under water for thirty minutes."

"She is right." Another councilor stepped forward.

"Alright then, camouflage." Tevos spoke and then watched as she walked over to a wall and Bridget skin began to take on the color and pattern of the stones behind her, "Very well. Fly."

Bridget smiled and the wind flowed around her and she moved across the room and landed a foot in front of Tevos, "Much more than fifty feet."

"True but now I want you to have your arm hold a steady flame." Tevos smiled, knowing this was the hardest one.

Bridget was nervous, this was the only one she had still yet to figure out, having had no time to work on it since the final task. She started the flame then moved it to her elbow and to her shoulder before the flame could destabilize. She held it and could start to feel the burn up her arm and was about to give up when Tevos said she had passed. Bridget let out a sigh and quickly hid her arm under her cloak so they wouldn't see the reddening of her skin. Tevos dismissed them and the council also turned to leave until Bridget spoke up, "I'm sure you've heard the rumors, about Voldemort. They aren't rumors, he really is back, and we could use Primal help in the war."

"It is a war among wizards, we managed to stay out of it last time. They want no help from us." Tevos turned to look at her, "They are wizards, and they can do it on their own."

"Do not denounce the ability that gave you the power to be what you are today. Without it where would you be? A simple witch, having to choose a side." Bridget returned the womans stern look, "And plus last time Voldemort wasn't after a Primal, this time he is."

And with that Bridget, Remus, and George turned to leave and once they were standing in the center of Stonehenge again Remus turned to look at Bridget, "You didn't need to do that."

"Yes I did, we didn't know how long it would be before the order has the chance to talk to the Primals and by then they might have already sided with Voldemort." Bridget smiled up at him.

"I don't think Tevos likes being told she has to do something." Remus gave her a small grin.

Bridget laughed, "Yeah I think she actually had smoke coming out of her nose."