Bridget was woken up in the middle of the night by Ginny and McGonagall and taken to Dumbledores office along with the twins. They sat there with Ron watching as Dumbledore asked Harry about the dream and then proceeded to tell the portraits that Arthur Weasley had been gravely injured and that the kids would be going to 12 Grimmauld place soon. It didn't take much for her to realize that Harry had witnessed the attack in the dream and that it was like the dreams he was having the year before. Snape came in and Dumbledore instructed him to start something tonight. Snape grabbed Harrys arm and pulled him from the room and she couldn't stop herself, "What's going on? What's he going to do to Harry?"
Minerva reached out and stopped her niece from following the two and Bridget looked up at her and the woman just shook her head. Dumbledore spoke, "Ms. Faltey as the Weasleys are your legal guardians since your uncle is in Azkaban you will be going with the others."
She realized her questions weren't going to be answered so she just nodded her head and sighed.
Mr. Weasley was released from St. Mungos the day of Christmas and they were all gathered around the table as Mrs. Weasley started handing out gifts. Bridget smiled as she pulled a jumper out of the wrapping paper, it was red with a black B at the bottom right. She quickly put it on over her shirt, always loving the things that Mrs. Weasley made for her, they always made her feel warm.
Once dinner was over she helped to take the plates into the kitchen with Mrs. Weasley and the woman looked at her, her eyes sad, "I'm sorry I can't take you to see your parents this year."
"No it's fine. Mr. Weasley needs you around." Bridget smiled at her.
"I can take her." George said standing in the doorway, his new scarf still around his neck.
Bridget shook her head, "No it's Christmas, you should be here with your dad."
"And you should get to see yours." He replied.
Mrs. Weasley smiled at her son, "Do you remember where it's at?"
"Yeah, I remember from the funerals." He answered walking up to them.
"Alright, go and put heavier clothes on and don't be too late." She said shooing them from the kitchen, "Be careful most of all."
Molly watched as the two left the kitchen hearing Bridget ask if he was sure it was alright. She had taken the girl to the graves of her parents every year on Christmas so that she could spend time with them. They had missed last year due to the Yule Ball and Molly didn't want her to have to miss another. Even though Bridget didn't want to feel like a nuisance to her, which she never was, she knew how much it meant to the girl to be able to go there. She waved with a smile as she saw them pass by the kitchen on their way to the door, George must have realized from the bonding how much it meant to her.
They walked across the street of the house to the park where no one was and apparated to the graveyard. George followed her through the row of headstones until she stopped in front of two of them. He looked down and her parents' names, Patrick William Faltey and Emmele Faltey, written on the set.
Bridget knelt down in front of them, placing her hand up to the stone, an orange light coming from her palm as she melted the snow from the headstones. Once she was done she sat back on her heels, "Hi mum, hi da. Sorry I didn't get to come last year, there was an event at school for the Triwizard Tournament. I was…one of the champions."
She hesitated on say anymore and stood up taking Georges arm, "This is George Weasley, one of Mrs. Wealseys sons, one of the twins. He's probably taller than the last time you saw him. He's my bondmate, my…new bondmate the other died protecting me just like you two did. He's also…my boyfriend. It's been a year today. Da I think you would have really liked him. The Weasleys all take good care of me, Hermione still keeps me strict on my studies, Harry and I keep supporting each other, and Professor McGonagall she does her best to keep me in line. Still no news on Johnathon or where he might be, but I know he's out there somewhere and he's alright so don't worry about him."
George took her hand in his, "You have a very talented witch as a daughter, she's teaching us things we never would have learned in school. You would be very proud of her."
"Thanks." She looked up at him, "I was worried you might find this a bit silly."
"Why would I? They're your parents, it'd be more silly not to talk to them." He smiled at her, "I actually think I remember them from when I was about five. Your mom was so sweet and cheerful. I think your dad was able to tell Fred and I apart, must be where you get it from. Your brother was quiet, spent most of his time with Bill and Charlie, though he never took his eyes off of you."
"John was loud when he wanted to be, trust me." She looked up at him, "I can't believe you remember all of that, I barely remembered any of you when I showed back up at the Burrow except for your mum and dad."
"Don't feel bad, I don't think Ron remembers it much either, which isn't surprising with how he does in classes." He smirked.
She laughed at him and leaned her head on his shoulder, "I'm glad mum sent me back to you all, she knew that I would be welcomed in with no hesitation despite my heritage. Your mum told me after I first Primed that she wanted John and I to both go to Hogwarts like she and my father did so that we would have friends that were like your parents and not just other Primals."
"Why did your parents go to Hogwarts and not the school for Primals?" George asked.
"Well from what I understand, my mum's half siblings all went there and so my grandmother wanted her to go there as well so that she could be like the rest of them despite my grandfathers protests, he was the Primal." She looked from her mother's grave to her fathers, "And since my da only had a brother my grandparents saw no issue sending them both to Hogwarts since they would never show any Primal tendencies."
"So you're a second generation Hogwarts Primal." George nudged her, "Here all this time I thought you were special."
"Well I am, just not in that way." She laughed before looking up to the sky, "We should go back before your mum starts to worry."
"Alright." He said.
She looked back down at the graves, "Bye mum, bye da. See you next year."
They went back to 12 Grimmauld Place and everyone was relaxing, he told her to go to her room and wait for him there. She worriedly did what he said, always somewhat scared of his surprises. When he came to her room he handed her a box, "Happy Christmas and Anniversary."
"George I feel bad, I didn't have time to get you anything." She said not opening the box.
"No, it's fine, I didn't buy it. I made it." He smiled at her.
"That makes me feel even worse!"
He continued to laugh, "Would you just open it!"
She moaned feeling bad still opening the box. Inside it was a silver bracelet that had a kite shaped stone holding the two ends together. She picked it up out of the box and as soon as it touched her skin the top part of the kite lit up in a pink color, "It's beautiful, George what is it?"
"It's a tracking device." He said.
"That's not creepy at all." She looked up at him a small smile on her face.
"It's not for your location, it's for how you feel." He took the bracelet from her and put it on her wrist watching as the top color changed as it went between the two of them, "The top part is how your feeling and the bottom," He said pulling another bracelet from his pocket which the bottom part was lit up in pink and now the top part of his was a sunshine yellow, "is how I'm feeling."
She looked down at hers and the bottom part of the kite matched the yellow on the top of his. He continued, "It's so that after I leave Hogwarts we can still be connected even though I won't be around. We'll be able to look at this and see how the other person is feeling."
"George that's amazing." She smiled up at him, "How did you make this?"
"A lot of trial and error as well as annoying the hell out of Fred." He laughed and she did too.
"I'm never taking it off." She looked back down at her wrist, "So you better not either."
"I won't." He leaned down to kiss her, both of their stones turning a rosy red.
They were all preparing to leave 12 Grimmauld Place and Remus had come to see her off. He helped fix her scarf for the weather outside and she looked up at him, "When I come home for summer, I'm expecting you to have addressed your Tonks issue."
"I'm getting advice from someone half my age now?" He smiled down at her.
"Remus! She likes you and you like her too, don't be daft just because of your different than other people." She said, "And don't try to tell me that's not it, it's why you like me so much, because we're alike."
He sighed, "Focus more on your exams and less on my personal life."
"Only if you focus more on your personal life." She smirked up at him, "Don't make me start quoting you to yourself."
"Off to school you." He jokingly shoved her towards the door, "And stay out of trouble!"
"Trouble? Me? Never!" She called back at him, "Bye Remus!"
He waved at the girl laughing at her, he had to admit he missed her when she wasn't around but he was glad she was enjoying herself still despite the Ministry being at Hogwarts.
Bridget sat in front of the fire by herself in the common room, she had seen the article about the escaped prisoners from Azkaban and she was still trying to process it. Her uncle had been one of them. she recognized a few of the others names but his had almost jumped off of the page taking the air from her lungs. Fred, George, and Hermione didn't know what to say to her so they didn't say anything but were with her from afar in another section of the room. Harry walked in and sat his bag down next to Ron but went over to Bridget, "Hey."
"Hey." Her voice was quiet as she stared into the fire.
"Are you alright?" He asked sitting next to her, "You've been quiet ever since we heard about the breakout."
"I'm just…I'm just trying to process it." She looked towards him, "You don't know this but my uncle was one of them. He…he tortured me right before third year."
"What did he do?" Harry quietly asked.
"He used the Cruciatus curse on me to try and find out where my brother is." She looked back to the fire.
"But you don't know where he is." It sounded almost like he was asking a question.
She nodded, "Exactly, it went on for days. One night while he was sleeping I realized my door was unlocked and was able to get out. I stayed at the burrow alone until the Weasleys came back from Egypt."
"That's how you knew…" His voice was sad, "Last year, that's how you were able to talk me through it."
"Yeah." She gave him a small smile, "Because I'd been through it too."
"We won't let him get to you." He took her hand, "None of us will."
"He's right Bridget." Hermione came up to them having been listening from where she was sitting.
"Yeah, we've got your back." Fred smirked at her.
"He won't even get close." George followed up.
She looked at them all smiling, "Thanks guys."
They were working on how to produce a Patronus and Bridget and Harry went first, she had never been able to produce a full bodied one until just then as she saw Harrys with his stag and she wasn't surprised to see hers was a phoenix. She smiled at Luna having a cute rabbit as hers, it fit her personality perfectly. Fred and Georges matched, they both had foxes. Their joy was short lived as the room began to shake.
She stepped forward with Harry and Nigel as the mirror shattered at the front of the room. There was a crack in the wall in which they could see Umbridge through pointing her wand at them. Harry began to pull Nigel back and she moved back with them as the wall exploded. She lifted her hands up in front of all of them using wind to push back the heavy debris so none of the others in the room were hurt.
The smoke cleared and they saw Malfoy holding Cho and Umbridge was looking at Bridget very displeased obviously because she had just used some of her Primal magic. The woman called for the minster and made Bridget and Harry come with her, Percy Weasley dragging them by their collars, causing him to get nasty looks from his brothers.
She and Harry tried to say that it was their idea but Dumbledore still took the blame from it before making a magnificent exit. The blast from his Pheinox exit knocked everyone back but her and Harry and she smiled at it, "That was cool."
Harry couldn't help but smile at her.
Umbridge was made head of Hogwarts and Bridget rushed to McGonagalls office. She knocked quickly on the door and it was quickly opened the woman rushing her inside, "Aunt Minerva, is she going to make you leave? Is she going to kick me out?"
"Calm child, calm down." Minerva wrapped her arms around her niece, "She will do no such thing to you."
"But what about you?" Bridget looked up at her.
"She cannot do anything to me yet as I am a head of house as well as deputy head mistress. She needs a reason to fire me." The older woman explained, "And as I said she has to get rid of me before you will be sent away."
The tension in Bridgets chest released slightly, "Would she get rid of you just to get rid of me?"
"She can try, but she would have to realize that I am your aunt first." Minerva smiled down at her and ran a hand down the girls hair, "I proud of what you did, do not think that I'm not. I just wish you all had been more careful about it."
"Thanks." Bridget smiled a little.
"As your punishment I want you to keep me updated on everything that woman says or does to you, understand?" Her aunt looked down at her before handing her a jar of liquid on her desk, "And take this."
"Yes ma'am." Bridget nodded.
"Good, off you go." She gave the girl a pat on her cheek.
Bridget,
I thought I told you to stay out of trouble? Good job anyways helping to teach your classmates. But from this moment forward keep your nose down, with Umbridge as Head Mistress of Hogwarts it may make your life even more difficult so be careful. And stop pestering me about my personal life or I'll start doing it to you.
Remus
She hated seeing the others with scars on their hands now too. Bridget was sitting with Fred and George taking the salve that McGonagall had given her and was lightly placing it over their broken skin. George felt the pain going away as she rub the ointment in, "Bridg, where'd you get this?"
"Yeah, why didn't you use it on yourself before?" Fred asked.
"Professor McGonagall gave it to me right after we were caught." She explained, "I think she feels bad that there's nothing she can do to stop our punishment."
She finished with them and went over to Seamus and Dean to take care of their hands, making her way around to everyone who had detention. Harry of course refused it but she still forced his hand into hers as she placed the salve on it. She wouldn't let him carry this burden alone, they had done it together and they would make it together.