Over the next few weeks, Hunn's health slowly declined until one day, she couldn't keep going any longer. She had returned to her classes and fainted after a particularly rough day in Herbology.
Professor Sprout hadn't even noticed what had happened before she was rushed to the hospital wing by George and Fred, who carried her off.
George held her in his arms, her head lolling to one side as Fred sprinted ahead, opening doors and shouting for Madam Promfry. Hunn felt her stomach churning, and they ran down the corridors. Her skin was overheated and itchy, like she needed to claw it off and be free from it. She even felt as if her eyes were swelling shut, but she couldn't be sure if they really were or if she was starting to faint again.
"Fred," she choked out, her voice sounding a million miles away to her own ears.
"George, hurry! Her eyes are swelling. Her skin is burning, and she's shaking!" he yelled, sounding frightened.
Hunn curled into his chest and tried to relax. They burst through into the hospital wing with a bang, screaming their heads off.
"Help!" they yelled as they rushed in and lay her on a bed.
Hunn could hear Madam Pomfrey's heels clanking on the tiled floor, "Keep your trousers on. I'm coming," She threw back the curtain and gasped, "Oh my."
Cool hands moved across her face, and Hunn groaned. They felt amazing.
"What's wrong with her!" George choked out thickly, tears building in his eyes.
She didn't speak immediately and kept prodding and poking at Hunn silently.
"What's wrong!" Fred yelled again, sounding angry.
"Well, I do believe she has Black Cat Flu," She held something to Hunn's lips and drank it down, relishing in the cold it brought from the inside out. The feeling spread throughout her body, relaxing her aches and pains and lessening the swelling in her eyes.
"What's that? Is she going to be okay?"
"I don't know. There hasn't been a case of it in the last sixty years. Has she come into contact with any felines?" she asked, pouring more liquid between her lips.
"We got her a cat a few days ago."
"You don't think Cookie did this, do you?" George asked.
"Cookie?" Madam Pomfrey asked, continuing to tend to her patient.
"That's what she named the cat after she stole the cookie we brought her last week."
Hunn tried to laugh, but her stomach lurched, and she gasped for breath as she barely held back her breakfast.
Madam Pomfrey rubbed her back, "She might have. Do you know where the cat is?"
"Where is she, Hunn? Do you know?" George asked in a whisper next to her ear.
Hunn patted her pocket, "Here, Here," They reached into her robe pocket and pulled out a sleeping kitten curled into the palm of George's hand, "Don't hurt her."
"Don't worry, love." They reassured her as she fell back onto the pillow and drifted unconscious.
"She's sleeping now, boys. Take the cat to Professor Snape, and he'll have a look at her. Ask him to brew up a potion for Mrs. Rose-Singer. She doesn't have much time before the next stage sets in," They stared at her before she finally rushed them out into the hall.
They shared a look and raced off to the potions classroom to find Professor Snape. George clutched the kitten to his chest. It woke up and struggled against his grip as he held her as close as possible so he wouldn't drop her.
The trip felt like forever, and when they burst into the classroom, Snape was teaching the First years how to brew.
"Professor, we need help!" George shouted, panicked.
"I can see that," He started off slowly, waiting for them to talk, and when they didn't, he tore into them, "Considering you've burst into my classroom with no regard to the class I may have been teaching. These first years have more potential than you ever will. Now, get on with it before I lose even more time trying to pour what knowledge I can into their brains that they will inevitably forget. So please waste more of my time as you stand there gaping like a troll!"
George wanted to flip and give him a piece of his mind, but he didn't, "Hunn has Black Cat Flu, sir. Madam Pomfrey sent us," Fred burst out before George could even start to explain.
The students stared at them, whispers breaking out in the classroom. Snape sneered and glared at the class until they were silent again.
He looked at them again, "Impossible. There hasn't been a case of Black Cat Flu for over sixty years. You are wrong."
"We better be! We've brought you the cat. Madam Pomfrey wants you to check her out to see if it's real," George explained before he could belittle them again and waste more of his own precious time.
He stomped up to them, his black cloak flowing behind him, filling the space with darkness. He snatched Cookie from his hands, and she squealed freighted of him.
"Hey! Be careful!" Fred yelled, trying to catch the cat back from him.
Snape ignored him and started to inspect the kitten from head to toe, "I told you it was nonsense. This cat is not a carrier of the flu."
He shoved the animal at them and started to walk away.
"Then what is Hunn sick with? Madam Pomfrey put her to sleep, and she's certain she has Black Cat Flu, Sir."
"Were her eyes swollen?" he asked with a raised brow and a frown.
"Yes."
His eyes narrowed
"Does she have trouble breathing?"
They nodded.
"Sneezing, fever, vomiting?" he listed off
"Yes."
He pushed past them.
Stopping at the door, he turned back to leer at his class, "I want a three-foot essay on this potion, how it is brewed, what it does, and how to counteract it. Due next class. Dismissed!" he walked out of the classroom, and they followed him as they made their way back up to the Hospital Wing.
Snape opened the door with a flick of his wrist and walked over to Madam Pomfrey and Hunn, who were still sleeping.
"Severus, she's burning up. Her eyes are swollen. She has the Cat Flu."
Snape walked over and did his own poking and prodding of Hunn. He stood back and, with another flick of his wrist, slammed the Hospital wing door shut, locking it as well.
"She is indeed ill with Black Cat Flu." He pulled out his wand and cast a corporeal Patronus, a doe. "Dumbledore, a student, has Black Cat. Only one case. Someone has gotten this girl sick." He waved his wand again, and the doe pranced off through the wall.
"What's going on?" Fred demanded.
"Someone has gotten Ms. Rose-Singer ill."
"Who!"
"I do not know. But the illness will not infect any longer. It was taken from my personal store, and the illnesses I keep for my more dangerous potions cannot spread from witch to witch. The only one who can die from this now is Ms. Rose-Singer. I believe the illness was taken from my personal store by a vindictive child and used to infect her purposefully. I will find who did this." He had his back to them, and you could hear the anger in his voice.
"What do you mean someone made her sick?" Pomfrey asked, fury in her eyes
Snape turned to face them and stood tall, "I mean that someone took the serum I was using for my potions and made her ill."
He stormed away, blowing the door open with his wand as he left the room, his cloak billowing behind him as he went.
Fred sat with George next to Hunn in the bed, "Who would do this?" he asked, his face falling into his hands.
There was silence after that.
Hunn was the sweetest, quietest witch in the school.
Who would do this to her?
Tears pooled in Fred's eyes.
She's dying. She's lying in this bed, and she's dying, he thought.
Anger seeped into his blood, and it boiled. He sprang to his feet, knocking over the chair.
"Fred!? What are you doing?" George yelled, leaping to his feet with me
"She's dying!" he screamed, tears falling from his eyes. He wiped them away with the back of his robe.
"No! She's not going to die! Snape will fix the antidote, and she'll make it to the final task in a few days. I know she will." George sounded as broken as he felt, falling back into his chair and looking at Hunn sleeping.
"We were going to do so much, George..."
"We're still going to do these things. We'll get married somehow, and we'll open our shop and buy a little house for us, and Harry will defeat You-Know-Who, and we'll never have to worry about her again. Life will be perfect, Fred."
He said it, but his voice said something different. He was scared. They were both scared.
Fred leaned against him, and they sat in silence for hours waiting.
The door burst open, and high-pitched sobs filled the room.
"Help! Please!" someone yelled.
George peeked his head through the curtain and saw two Gryffindor girls dragging Angelina and Katie into the hospital wing.
Fred shoved George and tried to wake him up.
"George!" He whispered, "Wake up! Look at this!"
George wiped the sleep from his eyes and peeked out with him, "What in the bloody fuck!" he shouted.
He sprang up and pushed his way out. Fred followed behind him.
"You two got her Sick!" George screamed at them.
Angelina and Katie were moaning and groaning, their eyes swollen shut and the skin around their mouths red and cracking from extreme dehydration. Pomfrey raced in and levitated Angelina and Katie to a bed across from Hunn.
"You stupid, stupid girls." She muttered under her breath.
She waved her wand, and a tiny bird appeared, "Go to Professor Snape and tell him to bring three of the antidotes when they're ready." The bird flew off, and she went to work on the girls.
"Where did you find them?" Pomfrey asked the other Gryffindor.
"We're their roommates. We got back from dinner and found them like this. They couldn't talk or move, so we dragged them here to you." The smaller one explained. She hurried them out after they explained. They left without question, and then they waited.
George and Fred were boiling with rage.
Those hags got Hunn sick and, in the process, got themselves sick as well.
Fred went to Hunn and held her hand tightly. She groaned and fell back asleep, still too ill to move. George joined his brother, and they waited on Snape.
It seemed as if hours passed again as they waited. Time was ticking away as she slept and got worse.
Snape flew into the room in the early hours of the morning. Groggily, George, and Fred opened their eyes and watched as Snape pored a white liquid down Hunn's throat. She choked on it at first and then fell back to sleep with a sigh.
Snape moved over to Angelina and Katie and did the same. Snape went to Pomfrey, and they whispered to themselves.
Not a care in the world now that Hunn had her cure, they crawled into bed with Hunn and fell asleep. It wasn't until the early hours of the day that they were woken by Dumbledore clearing his throat.
George sprang off the bed's edge and thumped onto the floor. Fred stood and tried to fix his hair.
A giggle rang through the air, and they looked at Hunn, whose eyes were open and gleaming. Her hand was stretched to them, and they stood taking her hand in theirs, nearly tearing up.
"Good morning, boys!" Dumbledore boomed, his eyes gleamed with mischief, and he smiled brightly, "I hear you and Ms. Rose Singer had quite a long night. Along with Ms. Angelina and Ms. Katie."
Snape walked in behind Dumbledore and held up a vial filled with clear liquid, and Dumbledore gave him a look that was not only hard but extremely guarded and closed off.
"Ah, yes, Mr. Snape, we will get down to business. Are the girls awake?"
"Yes."
"Then let's get down to business," Dumbledore clapped his hands and skirted away to Angelina and Katie with a grim smile.
They looked nervous, pale white, and still a little ill.
"My dears. I was informed that your roommates took you to the hospital wing last night. Is that correct?" he asked them.
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore. Madam Pomfrey told us they brought us in." Katie whispered, her words dry and cracking.
There was silence for a long moment, and they all held their breaths as Dumbledore spoke next. "We believe it would be too much of a coincidence that you two, as well as Miss Hunn, have all been diagnosed with Black Cat Flu."
Snape held up the vile full of clear liquid for everyone to see, "We believe that either you two or Miss Hunn have managed to break into Professor Snape's store of dangerous illnesses and ingredients to obtain the Flu and, in turn, infect the three of you."
Again, there was silence.
Dumbledore walked back over to Fred, George, and Hunn.
"Ms. Rose-Singer, did you steal the flu and infect your classmates?"
"No, Sir," She spoke softly, her voice thick and slow.
"Very well," He walked back over to Katie and Angelina with a frown
"Did either of you steal the flu and infect yourselves and your classmates?" he asked slowly and firmly.
They shook their heads quickly. "No! We didn't do anything!" they yelled together.
"You all realize that if I need you to take the Veritaserum to find the truth, the punishment will be much worse than before." He narrowed his eyes and looked at them all in turn.
When Fred and George turned to Hunn, her eyes smiled and gleamed.
The room was dead quiet for a long moment. Snape made a move to pour the Veritaserum into Katie's pumpkin juice.
"No!" she yelled before he could pour.
Dumbledore walked over to her bedside, "Was there something you were going to say, my dear?"
She looked down and started to cry, "We didn't mean to."
Snape was enraged at her stupidity, "How could you not mean to?" he asked, venom seeping into his words.
"We didn't think. We didn't think she would get so sick."
"You mean you didn't think she would die?" he yelled, his voice echoing through the hospital wing.
"No," Angelina sobbed.
They cried uncontrollably, "We didn't think, we didn't think..."
Snape snapped, "That's the smartest thing you've said all day! You didn't think!" he screamed at them, "You broke into my store and stole from me! Endangered other students and almost killed them!"
Dumbledore held up a hand, "Severus," He paused and rested a hand on Snape's shoulder, "Please, Severus, that's enough," Dumbledore stared down the girls in silence, "You two will be going home. Professor Snape is correct. You've nearly killed your classmates,"
"She stole from us!" Angelina screamed while Katie nodded vigorously.
Dumbledore turned to look at Hunn, "You've stolen something, my dear?" he asked confused.
Fred and George moved in closer to Hunn and held her tightly. Before she could speak, George interrupted her, "No professor! She didn't steal anything! We just broke up with them!"
"Yeah! We left them. There was no stealing!" Fred added, frowning.
"Liars! We were happy before that tramp came along!" Katie added in between hiccups as her whole body shook.
Dumbledore looked affronted. He turned back to them and narrowed his eyes. "You stole a disease that has killed millions of witches and wizards to get your boyfriends back?"
They started sobbing louder.
"I see," Dumbledore said, clearly disgusted.
He turned to Snape, and they exchanged a look.
He approached Angelina, "An owl has already been sent to your parents. You will not return for the rest of the year. You are done here, and you will take your owls next year. If you pass, you will continue on to your seventh year. If not, you will repeat your sixth year." He walked away from them as they gapped open-mouthed after him.
He looked at Hunn and then shared a look with Fred and George, "You three may leave if you're feeling alright, my dear."
George looked at Hunn, and he shook his head.
"You're staying," Fred told her, pulling her blanket back up around her neck.
"You won't miss anything, love," George whispered in her ear, placing Cookie the kitten in her arms.
Dumbledore laughed, "That's right, my dear. The third task starts tomorrow evening. Another night of rest will do you good." He smiled brightly and walked away.
Before he closed the curtains, he looked at them, grinning, "You three make a lovely couple." He told them, laughing, closing the curtains around them.
They looked down to find Hunn laughing to herself. Her face was pink beyond belief as she blushed from her neck to her cheeks.
Angelina and Katie could still be heard screaming and sobbing. They begged as Dumbledore made his exit.
"Do you have my wand?" Hunn asked softly
George pulled out her wand and handed it over to her. She waved it in front of us and to the sides, muttering something.
The screaming stopped. They were in a world of silence now. It was beautiful.
Fred got in bed beside Hunn and pulled her close to his chest as George climbed on the other side.
"Thank you," Hunn whispered to us as her eyes closed.
"Love, we'll always be here for you," Fred told her, meaning every word.
"Of course, we'll always take care of you. You're our world." He finished for him. He nodded and buried his face in her hair.
They sat silently until he couldn't leave it unsaid, "Hunn, we were so scared we were going to lose you."
"I'll never leave. Not to a silly old cold," she squeezed him close and hid her face in his chest.
"I love you. We love you." Fred told her.
"I love you too. Both of you." She looked between them and smiled.
God, she was perfect.
Hunn woke the next day in the hospital wing with Fred and George trying to smother her in her sleep. Fred's arm was flung over her neck, his leg over her hip, and George had his arm over her eyes and his legs covering both of hers, thoroughly pinning her down.
She had one free arm and could barely breathe under their weight. Turning her head, Hunn found her face buried in Fred's chest, turning the other way she was in Georges's neck.
Holding out her free hand, she concentrated on her wand, and after a moment, it tugged itself out of where it was pinned between Fred and the mattress and into her hand.
"Hello, you magical thing. Can you help me out?" Hunn asked it sweetly.
Taking a chance, she waved the wand over her head, and slowly, oh so painfully slow, she levitated Fred and George off of her and into the air on the side of the bed.
Finally able to breathe, she gasped for air, letting her arm fall to her side.
After only a second of rest, the twins fell from the air and landed on the floor with a thump.
Hunn froze, waiting for them to yell. Instead, they poked their heads up from the side of the bed and stared at her with narrowed eyes.
"Fred?"
"Yes, George?"
"I think she did this on purpose."
"I think so, too."
Hunn stared at them as they talked to themselves as if she wasn't there.
"What do you say we do about it?"
"I think we should get her."
"You know I can hear you, right?" She asked
They ignored her.
"How so, brother?"
"Tickle her."
"No! Don't do that!" She protested, pulling the blanket up to hide herself from them.
"Oh, right on. Three."
"This is absurd!" Hunn sat up and crossed her arms over her chest under the blanket.
"Two."
"This is just silly."
"One."
They leaped for her. Fingers first and their fingers tickling her sides, stealing away the air in her lungs.
Their fingers pinched and tickled her sides for hours as she shrieked and begged them to stop. They stopped only when she had apologized with tears in her eyes from their onslaught of tickles. They had climbed back on top of the bed and pinned her down.
Looking down at her, they watched her carefully.
"Have you had enough, love?" they asked together
Looking up at them, she grinned wickedly and stubbornly, "Never."
Fred leaned down and kissed her as hard as he could.
Hunn threaded her fingers through his hair and held him as close as possible while George kissed her neck and let his fingers trail down toward her breasts, holding and squeezing them as she arched her back into his touch.
She moaned into Fred's mouth, and he kissed her repeatedly as George tickled his fingers up her shirt and pushed her bra out of the way.
When her shirt was up around her neck, George kissed his way from her belly to her aching breasts, teasing her nipple as his hand massaged and pinched her other breast.
Fred paused his kisses and gazed deeply into her eyes as George lavished her breasts with attention, "Love, I need you,"
"Yes," She whispered back to him, lifting her hips up off the bed so he could peel her panties down her legs.
Fred shifted her so she sat on his lap and tugged her jumper over her head.
George wiggled his way to her backside to work himself into her just as Fred was from the front.
Hunn could feel her body getting hotter. Her skin was on fire, tight, and restricted. Her hips moved back and forth of their own accord, trying to relieve the ache between her legs. George moved closer to her arse, and before she could beg for it, he thrust into her arse as he wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her back for a kiss.
Fred smiled and kissed her chest. They were still fully clothed, but she didn't care. She just wanted to feel them. Wanted them inside her and touching her. George rubbed slowly on her clit and used his other hand to slip two fingers into her pussy as he fucked her arse. Her hips bucked up, and she arched her back in Fred's mouth, pleading for more.
Hunn gripped Fred's hair and yanked him up to her face, "Why aren't you in me yet?" she whined.
Fred chuckled, "Such a needle, little thing," he positioned his cock at her pussy and teased her, "Is this where you want me, love?"
She nodded vigorously and tried to push her hips down, but with George fucking her arse, she could barely move more than a few inches, "Please," she begged him, pulling at his hips.
"Aww, darling, do you want it that bad?"
Hunn nodded again, pouting.
Fred stole her lips and thrust into her wet pussy in one go filling her completely and making her gasp. She was full in all ways, and they fucked her in a way that left her always full. Pulling out only when one of them was thrusting inside of her.
George fondled her breasts and kissed her neck as Fred took hold of her hips and began pounding into her as she screamed.
"We were so scared that we were going to lose you," George whispered in her ear, laying a delicate kiss on every exposed inch of her skin that he could reach while he tightened his hold on her neck, "Don't you ever leave us, Hunn."
"We wouldn't be able to live without you," Fred told her brokenly, "We love you."
Tears filled her eyes, "I won't. I won't leave you," she held the hand around her throat and cupped Fred's face as they moved inside her, "I love you. I love you both so much," she told them as the tears fell.
Pleasure filled her body and came around them as she cried. The emotions overtook her, and when she opened her eyes, she saw and felt as Fred and George came. They filled her but didn't leave her. They squeezed her tighter than ever before and laid her back against the bed with them still joined together.
They woke sometime later from a much-needed nap. Their bodies were sticky, and she was still sandwiched between Fred and George. Hunn rubbed a hand across George's back, trying to wake him slowly. She leaned back and kissed Fred on the cheek, and he opened one eye.
"Fred, we must get up before someone wonders where we are," she whispered, smiling.
He groaned and closed his eyes again, squeezing her close before sitting up abruptly and throwing George off the bed and onto the floor, naked.
Hunn laughed as he jumped up.
"Cold! Cold! Oh, bloody hell! What the fuck Fred?" He jumped back onto the bed and huddled between Hunn's legs for warmth, burying his face in her hair and pressing his body against hers.
Laughing, Hunn gave George a hug, "Come on, you two, we have to get dressed unless you want someone to come in here and see my bum. The confundus charm only lasts so long," she told them as she stood and slipped her knickers back on.
"Have you seen my bra, Fred?"
"I've got it here. No need for you to worry, love."
They got dressed and slipped their shoes back on. As they were ready to leave, Snape walked in, followed by four stern-looking adults. They peeked their heads out and saw Angelina and Katie start crying again. Their parents stood at the ends of the beds.
Snape stood to the side and explained what was happening and why their children were going home today instead of in two weeks for the summer holiday.
"They tried to kill someone?" A woman asked, and Snape nodded.
She started crying, and the man next to her looked enraged. This went on for a long time, and then their fathers took them by the hand, and they left the Hospital wing followed by their children.
"That's crazy. They're really leaving, wonder how bad it'll be for them," Hunn muttered as they walked back to Gryffindor Tower.
As they entered, it went silent, "Hunn?!" Ginny yelled as she ran and threw herself into Hunn's arms, "We were worried about you!" she said, squeezing her.
Hunn hugged her back, "Thank you for worrying, but I'm alright now."
Ginny released her and stepped back, "You look so, so ruffled," She grinned and winked at her. She leaned in close, "You might want to take a shower. You smell like you haven't left your bed for days," She told her between laughs.
Blushing, Hunn hugged everyone and assured them she was all alright as the twins walked behind her, following her on her way to their room. When she pushed her way in, all she could hear was Lee.
"Now, Harry is probably flying through the maze. His only competitor is Cedric Diggory, the Hufflepuff. Now we wait for Harry to return, brave at heart and victorious!"
"Hello, Lee!" Hunn yelled. He jumped off the bed onto the floor as Hunn ran for the bathroom. She showered quickly and could hear Fred and George laughing the entire time. When she came out, Fred held Cookie in his hand, and George was napping on his bed.
Hunn walked over and took her kitten from Fred, "Go shower, you need it," she told him, her nose wrinkling teasingly.
He scoffed and walked off to shower. She laid back, and Cookie curled up on her chest and fell asleep. Hunn closed her eyes, determined not to fall asleep, but Fred and George pulled her up when she opened them again.
"The third task is going to start soon. We have to get a move on. Harry's already left," she sprang to her feet, pulled her jumper on, and wrapped a scarf around her neck, "Alright, let's get a move on," she told them, leaning down to pet Cookie again as if she had never been asleep in the first place.
They rushed down to the task, meeting up with Ginny, Ron, and Hermione along the way. The twins walked off collecting bets again, and when they made it to the stadium, Hunn sat with the twins and everyone else up at the top for the best view. Music started to play, and every student went silent, looking at Dumbledore.
He cleared his throat and began, "Earlier today, Professor Moody placed the tri-wizards cup deep within the maze. Only he knows its exact position. Now, as Mr. Diggory and Mr. Potter are tied for the first position, they will be the first to enter the maze. Followed by Mr. Krum." The crowd went wild, and everyone screamed, cheering for their champion.
"The first person to touch the cup will be the winner. I've instructed the staff to patrol the perimeter. If at any point should a contestant wish to withdraw from the task, he or she need only send up red sparks with their wands." He demonstrated, and red fireworks went off in the sky, lighting it a deep red.
"Contestants, gather round. In the maze, you'll find not dragons or creatures of the deep. Instead, you'll face something more challenging. You see, people change in the maze. Oh, find the cup if you can, but be very weary. You could lose yourselves along the way."
Mad-Eye stepped to the front, "Champions! Prepare yourselves."
Cedric hugged his dad, Harry hugged Hermione and Ron, and he gave us a thumbs up, looking nervous.
"On the count of three... ONE..." The cannon goes off. Mr. Filch shrugs.
Dumbledore groaned at his stupidity, and the champions entered the maze. First, Harry and Cedric entered the maze through different entrances. And last, Krum and Flur, the entrance close up behind them, and they were all left to wait.
The heavy mist set in around them, and she leaned into the twins, nervous and scared for Harry.
They waited for what seemed like hours. Something didn't feel right. They could hear screaming and yelling. Flur and Krum had returned long ago, and they waited for Harry and Cedric to return. They saw Red sparks, but no one came forward with either of them.
The word went silent, and then suddenly Harry appeared with Cedric, and the Cup curled around Cedric. They cheered, thinking they had fought and won, returning together because it was over now. Hunn ran with Fred and George to the center of the arena, and then they heard a scream. Harry sat up, clutching Cedric, tears streaking down his face.
Cedric's father screamed, "Let me through! That's my son! My boy!"
Hunn froze, clutching the twins to her sides.
"Something isn't right," she told them as the crowd went still and silent.
Amos Diggory went to his son and cried. He lay on the ground with Cedric as Harry was carried off away from everyone.
Hunn pulled the twins with her and followed Mad-Eye and Harry through the school.
"What are we doing?" Fred hissed low, confused.
"Something isn't right!" She told them, creeping outside Mad-Eyes' office and listening for something, anything.
Outside the door, they pressed their ears to the wood and waited. Breathing softly and holding themselves still so as not to be heard. Their hearts raced a thousand miles an hour.
"Are you alright, Potter?" Mad-eye asked.
Silence.
"Does it hurt?"
"Not so much now," Harry said
"Let me take a look."
"The Cup was a portkey. Someone bewitched it!" Harry choked out.
There was more silence. "We should go in," Fred said in a whisper, moving forward.
I held him back, "Not yet."
"What was it like? What was he like?" Mad-Eye asked eagerly.
There was a shuffling inside the room. Things were being knocked over and clanged together.
"Who?"
"The dark lord. What was it like to stand in his presence?"
"I dunno. It was like I'd fallen into one of my dreams. One of my nightmares."
There was a commotion inside, and Hunn shoved her way in. Expecting to see a crazed Mad-eye Moody shaking down Harry, Hunn was instead shocked to see a skinny pale man in Mad-eyes clothes. His tongue slithered in and out of his mouth like a snake, and he looked vicious as he held his wand up at Harry, "Expelliarmus!" she screamed at Mad-Eye. Dumbledore rushed in and took over. Hunn pulled the twins out, and they watched from the doorway.
She pulled the twins and Harry out after they started in on Barty Crouch Jr. Harry went into the Hospital wing, and the twins and Hunn returned to the tower to wait.
A few days later, the school met for the last time of the year for the feast.
Dumbledore began talking as everyone finished eating, "Today, we acknowledge a really terrible loss. Cedric Diggory was, as you all know, exceptionally hard-working, and intricately fair-minded. And most importantly, a fierce, fierce friend. I think, therefore, you have the right to know exactly how he died." He paused, and all eyes turned to him.
"You see, Cedric Diggory was murdered by Lord Voldemort. The Ministry of Magic does not wish me to tell you this. But not to do so, I think, would be an insult to his memory. Now the pain we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me, reminds us that while we may come from different places and speak in different tongues, our hearts beat as one." People nodded, agreeing with his words, gasps broke through the tables in shock and horror.
"In light of recent events, the bonds of friendship we made this year will be more important than ever. Remember that, and Cedric Diggory will not have died in vain. You remember that. And we'll celebrate a boy who was kind and honest and brave and true right to the very end."
Dumbledore walked off. They all waited, but when he did not return, they went to pack. Hunn went off to the Ravenclaw common room, gathered the last of her books, met Fred and George with everyone else, and took their things down to the train.
Off to the side, Krum gave Hermione a kiss and handed her some paper. She blushed and looked down.
Fred, George, and Hunn got on the train and went home. They made it through another year, scratched and damaged, but still together.