"What's going on?" Hunn asked, still half asleep as she sat up and rubbed her eyes. They were packing things away and shoving their clothes into their trunks.
Fred crawled into bed with her, wrapping her in his arms, "We're packing. We have to leave tomorrow morning, and we didn't want to spend our last hours packing away clothes tonight," Fred explained, squeezing her close.
"You're so beautiful when you sleep. Fred and I couldn't bear to wake you," George said, shoving clothes into his trunk.
Hunn tightened her hold on Fred and kissed him.
He pulled away, grinning, "Morning breath. So sexy," He groaned, a smile plastered on his face.
She swatted his shoulder and pulled him in for another kiss. He didn't resist and pulled her closer to him. She felt the bed dip as George climbed in with them. He trailed kisses down her neck and back, driving her insane.
All through the early morning, they made love to her. She pretended to be strong as they got dressed for the day. She sat on the edge of the bed and waited for them to finish getting ready.
Cookie, her sweet, independent baby, climbed on the bed and rubbed her body against her arm.
"So, there you are. Where have you been?" Hunn asked her, scratching behind her ears. Over the months, she had gotten so big, but she was still so young.
She meowed at her as if to say, 'Around,' and licked her paws clean.
"I hope you've found some friends around this old place," Hunn told her.
Fred pulled Hunn up and handed her her bag, "Time to go."
She followed them out and held their hands as they walked together to their final NEWT. The corridors were filled with students reading and writing. She could feel the nerves rolling off Fred and George, so she squeezed their hands. They arrived at McGonagall's classroom, and they froze beside her.
Hunn pushed them forward, "You're going to do fine," she told them, "I taught you, and you are going to go in there and pass."
"But what if we don't?" Fred asked, looking at her. His eyes were full of doubt.
She shook my head, "Impossible. You've both been working so hard. There is no way you'd fail."
"But what if we do and we're stuck here?" George asked.
She smiled at them and kissed them, "No way McGonagall would keep you here longer than she needed to be," she joked.
Fred faked offense, "Minerva loves us," He claimed.
Hunn laughed, "Ha! You've both driven her bonkers over the years. You'll pass."
"You're right."
"We've got this brother!"
With that, they turned and walked into the classroom to start their last test, ever. Hunn slid down the wall next to the door and deeply breathed. They would be fine.
Hunn waited there near the classroom all morning, waiting for them to finish. She did some studying after a while, figuring she should use this time wisely. She opened her potions book and started to memorize the ingredients and how to work with them, but eventually, she was so overcome with emotion that she closed her book and put her head in her hands.
They were going to leave her. Her heart broke in her chest, yet she was also so proud of them. Fred and George had been studying like true Ravenclaws for months. They deserved to pass and go out to start their shop. She would just have to be okay here on her own.
More time passed as she waited for them to finish, and she tried to reassure herself that she would be okay without them. Students were off studying before their midterm exams started tomorrow. After this coming week, the Easter holiday would start, and her last year at Hogwarts would officially be nearing its end. Her stomach churned and she nearly lost the contents of her stomach. The wave of sickness passed, and she relaxed again as the door to the classroom burst open, and my boys raced out.
"Down here," Hunn called for them.
They kneeled in front of her and gave her their most wicked grins.
"You passed?" she asked nervously.
Fred grabbed her in a bone-crushing hug, and George stole her away to share their good news.
"We passed!" They yelled excitedly as she was swung around in the middle of the corridor.
She kissed them both, "Of course, you passed. I knew you would do great," she pulled back to look at them, "What were your scores?"
They looked around sheepishly, "Never mind that. We passed!"
Hunn rolled her eyes, "Fine. Don't tell me. Do you wanna get some food?"
They nodded, and walked to the Great Hallto reviewr the questions they saw on their exam. From what they told her, everything seemed pretty basic. Hunn relaxed a little, knowing her exam would be easy.
They walked into the great hall and headed over to Ron and Harry, who were shoveling food into their mouths. Hunn chatted with the girls about the upcoming exams, and they both felt pretty confident in their abilities. When the conversation turned to boys, the twins pulled Hunn out of the hall.
"I never want to hear Ginny talk about boys," Fred groaned.
Hunn laughed, "Why not? She's groaning into a woman," she explained.
"Ughh. Don't say that. She's our baby sister," George complained as he led them out of the castle and down to the black lake. They sat down on the grass and basked in the sunlight streaming through the clouds.
"When do you leave?" She asked in a whisper, pulling the grass out by the roots.
"Tomorrow."
"So soon?"
"We've taken our last exam."
"We're not technically students anymore."
Fred shrugged, "I'm just happy McGonagall is giving us one more night here with you," He squeezed her hand.
Hunn nodded and felt tears prickle at the edge of her eyes.
"Hey, don't worry. There are only two months left of school."
Fred slung his arm around her shoulder and kissed her cheek, "Then, after you graduate, you'll move in with us."
She smiled, "Live together?"
He froze, and George turned her face to meet his gaze, "We want you with us."
Hunn could see the honesty in his eyes, and she nodded, "I want to be with you, too," she admitted.
He pulled her onto his lap and trailed a kiss down her neck. His hands moved to hold her hips when a wave of nausea took over. She sprang to her feet and ran to a nearby tree, where she threw her lunch. They chased after her and held her hair up while rubbing circles on her back.
"Are you alright?"
"We've never seen you this sick before."
She waved them off, "I'm fine. Just feeling a little ill. Could be because of yesterday."
They fawned over her and carried her inside the castle. They lay in front of the fire inside the common room and enjoyed their last night together. The fire was warm and made her feel sleepy.
"Do you have anything planned for tomorrow?" She questioned.
They gave her wicked grins and nodded, "We're going out with a bang."
She laughed at their childish expressions, "Fireworks?"
They nodded again. Turning back,, Hunn pulled a small muddy brown pyramid out of her robe pocket and handed it to them.
Fred took it first and held it close to his face, "What is it?"
George took it away and examined it, too.
"It will be a vast, smelly, and hard-to-remove swamp."
"Swamp?"
Hunn grinned wickedly, "With a little water, it will fit the area you put it in. It will grow trees in the mud and bubble while mucking up any place you put it."
"Umbridge?"
Hunn nodded. Thoughts of the evil toad screaming made her smile.
"Wicked," They said together, plotting in their minds what to do.
George scooped her up and held her in his lap, "You're brilliant."
"I just modified your idea. I took the concept of your mud bomb and made it bigger."
"You used the base potion for the mud swamp and spelled it to grow trees and plants?" he asked.
She nodded, "Exactly. So, this was possible because you two conceptualized the idea."
George kissed her neck, and Fred ran his hand up her leg, between her thighs. She leaned to kiss him when the portrait hole swung open, and students streamed into the common room. Hunn pushed Fred's hand away and pulled away from George.
"Come on, you lot! It's time for the meeting," Ron yelled from the open portrait hole.
Hermione pushed past him, "Not so loud, Ronald."
"Whatever."
She walked over to where they sat and smiled, "Come on, you love birds, this meeting is for you three."
Groaning, Fred stood and pulled her to her feet. Hunn stretched, and then the three followed Hermione and Ron down to the Room of Requirements. The corridors were slowly thinning as students headed to their common rooms, and they ran past them until no one was around.
Inside, everyone was gathered around Harry, listening closely. He instructed them to wave their wand and pick their happiest memory. Everyone found their corner and practiced until they could cast a form of light from the ends of their wands.
Harry and Hunn walked around the room, helping when needed or asked.
"What's up, Neville?" Hunn asked him as he nearly tossed his wand.
"Fourteen years ago, a Death Eater named Bellatrix Lestrange used a Cruciatus Curse on my parents."
"Oh, God, Neville."
"She tortured them for information, but they never gave in."
Tears pricked at her eyes, "They were heroes."
"I'm quite proud to be their son," He looked at her seriously, "But I'm not sure I'm ready for everyone to know just yet."
"We're going to make them proud, Neville. That's a promise," He nodded and went back to practicing with his happy memories, trying to find one.
Harry walked to the center of the room, "Make it a powerful memory, the happiest you can remember. Allow it to fill you up. Keep trying, Seamus."
Hunn walked behind George, "George, your turn now, love."
"Expecto Patronum," He rang out in a clear, firm voice. A burst of light and a coyote burst from the end of his wand, howling and sprinting through the air, and he laughed.
"A full-bodied Patronus is the most difficult to produce, but shield forms can also be equally useful against various opponents," Harry called out when others started to look disappointed.
Fred went next, and a moment later, a laughing Hyena pranced around the room between them, "Wow, that was good!" Hunn cheered.
"Fantastic, Ginny. Remember, your Patronus can only protect you as long as you stay focused."
Everyone was doing so well. They were smiling and having fun, laughing and teasing each other. Hunn walked over to Luna with a smile, "So, focus, Luna. Think of the happiest thing you can."
Luna squared her shoulders, "Expecto Patronum," she sang powerfully. Light poured from her wand, but nothing else happened, and her shoulders slumped, and she looked deflated.
"That's alright, Luna."
"I'm trying," She said sadly.
"I know. It's good."
Harry walked to the center of the room and spoke loudly to reassure everyone, "This is advanced stuff, guys. You're doing so well."
The back wall started ruminating, and the room shook under everyone's feet. Hunn pulled George and Fred away from the wall. Everyone started to scramble, looking panicked.
"I'll make short work of this," Her bitter voice spoke through the wall, "Bombarda Maxima," A hole was blown through the wall, and everything fell apart.
"Get them," Umbridge ordered.
Hunn and the Twins scrambled to get the younger students out before they were seen. She pushed them through the new door opposite the devious toad. A hand pulled her down from behind, and Draco Malfoy gripped her by the hair and dragged her from the retreating students. Hunn screamed in pain and tried to break free, but his hold was too strong.
Hunn saw Fred and Harry go down. Spells hit them to the back as they tried to help everyone else get out in time. She looked around and saw George get hit in the face, trying to get over to her. After all their fighting, they were caught anyway and dragged into the corridor, looking bloody and bruised.
They were taken up to Dumbledore's office, where Umbridge confronted him.
"Been watching them for weeks. And see, 'Dumbledore's Army,' proof of what I've been telling you from the beginning, Cornelius," Umbridge sneered.
"All your fear-mongering about You-Know-Who never fooled us for a minute. We saw your lies for what they were, A smokescreen for your bid to seize control of the Ministry," Cornelius explained, filling in the plot holes.
"Naturally," Dumbledore agreed with a wink.
Harry wouldn't have any of it, "No, Professor. He had nothing to do with it. It was me."
"Most noble of you, Harry, to shield me, but as has been pointed out, the parchment clearly says 'Dumbledore's Army,' not 'Potter's,'" he said, smiling slightly as he held the parchment with their names up for all to see, "I instructed Harry to form this organization. And I alone, am responsible for its activities," Dumbledore claimed, smiling from his place near the window.
"Dispatch an owl to the Daily Prophet. If we hurry, we should still make the morning edition." Umbridge suggested, eyes pleading to stir up more trouble.
The Minister nodded, "Dawlish and Shacklebolt, you will escort Dumbledore to Azkaban to await trial for conspiracy and sedition."
Dumbledore shook his head and backed away, "I thought we might hit this little snag. You seem to be laboring under the delusion that I'm going to... What was the phrase? ...Come quietly," he paced behind his desk, "Well, I can tell you this, I have no intention of going to Azkaban."
The Minister looked shocked and outraged, "Enough of this. Take him," the Minister ordered, lunging for Dumbledore's robes, but with a flare of fire and smoke, Dumbledore had vanished. The Minister of Magic was seething with rage. He threw his hat to the ground and clenched his fists.
Shacklebolt was laughing. He was gasping and trying to hold it back, "Well, you may not like him, minister, but you can't deny. Dumbledore has got style," he lost it again and bent over at the waist, laughing.
The Minister looked all the students up and down, and with a wave of his wand, he released them, "Get out. If there's another word of your breaking the rules, you'll be expelled instantly." He warned, looking defeated.
They hurried out of the office and practically ran down the empty corridors until they were all safely in Gryffindor's common room.
"Is everyone okay?" Harry asked, checking everyone of severe injuries.
There was a chorus of yeses, and then the weight of the situation hit like a ton of Chocolate Frogs, "He's left," Hermione squeaked out.
"He'll be back. He wouldn't go unless he had a plan," Harry defended.
Everyone looked unsure, and with a huff, Harry stomped off to bed, with Ron following behind him.
"Is everyone okay?" Neville asked.
"We're alright, Neville. We all need to get some sleep."
Everyone passed around hugs, but it was more to reassure ourselves that they made it out okay. With a final goodnight, they all headed off to bed. None of them stayed up for much longer. George led Hunn up the stairs, followed by Fred, and they climbed into bed together. Too exhausted to move, they lay together, tightly wrapped in each other's arms.
...
The night passed too quickly.
Hunn woke first between George and Fred, who were snoring in her ears. She smiled until she remembered that today was the day. They were leaving her.
The sun rose slowly outside the window, sending streaks of orange, yellow, and pink through the window. Savoring their arms around her, she let the tears run down her cheeks as she clutched them closer to her. She didn't want them to go; she didn't want to be alone, but she knew she needed to be strong.
Their arms constricted around her, and she knew they were awake. Wiping her tears away, she smiled, "Happy birthday," she whispered to them in the dim light.
"You remembered?" George asked, a smile in his voice.
"Of course, I remembered. You're both the most important people in my life. I took the time to remember the day you were born," she joked.
They burst out laughing. In their distraction, she leaned over the bed, pulled out a small box, and set it between them.
They looked down at it, "What's this?"
She smiled slyly, "An April fool's joke," she teased.
They hesitantly picked up the box and held it at arms length.
"Go on, open it," she laughed.
George held the box as Fred lifted the lid off the top. A small puff of smoke came from the box, and they dived to the floor on either side of the bed. They peeked up and looked frightened. She howled with laughter and clutched her middle as they climbed back onto the bed.
"I promise it's safe," she gasped out.
Fred was the first one to pick up the box. When it didn't explode or release more smoke, he looked inside. He held it out to George, and they looked up confused, "What's this?" he asked, pulling the parchment out of the box.
"You're present," she explained.
They unfolded it together and smiled, "A drawing of an owl?"
She nodded and walked over to the window. With a low whistle and a quiet moment as she waited, a hoot echoed through the air. A large grey owl landed on her arm, and she pulled him inside. He nuzzled under her chin and nipped at her hair.
Turning back to them, she watched their eyes dart between the paper and the owl in her arms.
"You got us an owl?" they looked astonished, "We already have an owl, love."
Hunn nodded, "This owl is for the shop. He's bigger and stronger, and can do more than carry letters."
"He's for supply deliveries?" George asked, understanding dawning in his eyes.
She nodded again before leaning her arm out the window, "Go on, baby. They'll meet you at the shop."
He hooted and stretched his wings before taking off into the cool morning air.
She was surrounded in an instant. They hugged her close and brought her back onto the bed with them, "Thank you, thank you, thank you," they said between kisses.
"I don't want to go," Fred whispered, clutching her closer.
Tears prickled her eyes, and her chest tightened, "I don't want you to go either. I wish I could keep you here."
"We can stay," George offered, tugging on a loose strand of her hair.
Fred wrapped his arms around her waist, "Or you can come with us," He suggested quietly.
She sat up and hung her head, "You need to get the shop started."
"Nothing is more important than you."
"Tell us what you want, love..."
Hunn looked between them, and tears rolled down her face, "Start the shop. I'll be there in a week to help you get everything up and running."
"Are you sure?"
She nodded, not trusting her voice to hold steady. She stood and started to dress in her school robes for the day. Her emotions were swirling, and she couldn't control her reactions. She could feel their eyes watching her as she walked around the room. She sat to pull her socks on and lost it. She heaved and cried nasty tears over the edge of the bed.
"I'm gonna miss you," She heaved out between sobs.
George gathered her in his arms, and Fred came up behind her and held them both close, "We're going to miss you too."
"You won't be gone long, though. Just a week, this time until you come home to the shop."
"After that, we'll see you every weekend in Hogsmeade. We'll be around so much you'll be annoyed with us," Fred joked, kissing her neck.
George smiled, "This way, you'll have more room in the bed."
Hunn laughed through tears, "I won't hear you snore."
They laughed this time before letting her slowly slide down between their bodies.
"I'll miss you're snoring," she admitted. Her stomach turned over. She was feeling sick again. She scrambled from between them and ran to the bathroom. She heaved as they held her hair back, but I didn't throw up.
"Oh, thank God," Hunn mumbled, standing straight again.
She looked up at them, and they looked worried, "Are you going to be okay?" Fred asked, rubbing her back.
Hunn nodded, doing her best to look strong, "Of course. It'll pass in a day or so."
"You sure?"
She nodded, walking out of the bathroom to grab her bag and standing up straight to face them, "I'll be okay, you worry warts."
They cracked a smile and grabbed their wands. For the last time, they walked out of the room hand in hand and passed by small groups of students heading to their first exams. They walked closer to her, and when they stopped in front of Umbridge's office, they separated just long enough to place the swamp in the hall, covering her door and the hallway around it. The mud bubbled, and the trees grew thick and tall, nearly reaching the ceiling. The smell was the best part. It smelled of wildlife and greenery, almost like a living swamp.
"It looks bloody brilliant!" Fred cheered, jumping up and down like a kid on Christmas.
Hunn nodded and hugged him around his middle. George went over to the swamp and inspected the mud and plant life, "How does it hold up?" She asked, smiling as he turned to look at her with wonder on his face.
"It's a real mug, but when I picked some of the mud up, it was replaced by more!" he said in awe.
"Yes. I figured their first move would be a vanishing spell, so when any amount of mud vanishes or is removed, it's replaced and doubled almost instantly."
"There's no way to get rid of it..." Fred spoke in surprise.
"It'll be here for a very long time."
"There will always be a part of us in this school now," So much emotion filled their voices, and it filled up inside her chest, taking her breath away.
They gave the swamp, their last magical prank together, one last look before turning away. They held her hands in theirs, squeezing them tightly as they walked the corridors, which were full of students rushing to their first exams with their noses hidden in their textbooks. Her heart thundered in her ears the closer they got to her transfiguration exam room.
They stopped outside the door and hugged her tightly between their bodies. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she couldn't breathe.
"What's the plan?" Hunn asked, wiping the dampness from her flushed face.
They held her loosely in their arms, like one big group hug, "We're going to steal our brooms back," George told her softly.
"Then we're going to give that old toad a surprise."
"Give her hell," Hunn ordered, "For everything she's done."
They nodded, "You know it." Fred promised her. He leaned down to claim her lips with his. He cupped her jaw and gave her everything in that one action, all his love and tenderness, squeezing her close before letting her go again, "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too, Fred, so damn much," Hunn promised.
George tugged her into his chest and wiped the tears from her face. He kissed her softly and sweetly before picking her up off the ground and holding her in his arms and givingHe gave her all of his love in one breath-taking kiss.
"I love you, Hunn. You have all of our heart."
Hunn nodded, "I love you too, George. I'm going to miss you both so much."
Her knees went weak, and she pulled away, "Get on with it, you too. If you stay much longer, I'll end up leaving with you."
They gave me a wicked grin. "Hurry with your exam so you can see us off."
"You know I'll be there. I wouldn't miss it for the world," She turned away quickly and walked into the exam room, sitting at her desk to start her exam.
The questions were easy, short answers. She scribbled her responses with her favorite quill, and forty-five minutes later, she finished her exam. She waited for the queue in silence. The scratching of the quills around her helped her feel relaxed. She took deep breaths and thought about her next exam, potions.
Hunn was reciting the ingredients for Felix Flex when she heard the first bang. She scrambled to her feet and ran from the room. She turned down the corridor and stopped short of the DADA exam room. The fireworks got louder and louder until the biggest bang went off, and she saw Fred and George race from the room on their brooms. She ran after them into the courtyard quickly filling with students and teachers.
They looked down at the courtyard and locked eyes with her. They gave her a huge smile and a wink.
"Fred."
"Yes, George?"
"I think we've outgrown traditional schooling."
"Right, you are."
"Peeves! Give them hell from us."
The poltergeist gave them a formal salute and a wicked smile. They pulled out another fireworks and set it off high in the air, and in the smoke, they flew away, laughter following in their wake and two large red Ws filling the sky.
Hunn stood there for a long time. She watched as the Ws faded into smoke and the afternoon sun rose high in the sky. The students left, and the courtyard was silent again, but she could still hear the echoes of their laughter. Her stomach felt queasy, and when the feeling rose to her throat, she ran for the girl's bathroom.
"Hunn?" Ginny called as she ran into a stall, slamming the door in her face.
Hunn groaned and threw up loudly. Her stomach was rolling, and her throat was burning.
Ginny pushed the stall open and pulled her hair back, "Are you alright?"
Hunn nodded and heaved, throwing up again.
"You're such a liar."
Hunn stood up feeling woozy, but Ginny caught her. Hunn walked with Ginny over to the sink helping Hunn to rinse her mouth out and wash the sweat off of her face, "I feel like shit."
"Do you have the flu?"
"I think so. It just comes and goes around the morning and middle of the day, and then I feel fine."
"That doesn't sound good at all. We need to take you to the hospital wing," Ginny led her from the room and down the corridor. The halls were empty, and they walked alone to the hospital wing. Ginny pushed the door open and led her inside to a bed.
Madam Pomfrey's heels clicked their way over to them in a hurry, "What are you two doing here? Are you injured?" she asked, eyeing them both up and down.
Ginny shook her head, "No, we're not hurt. I just found her in the bathroom throwing up."
"Oh, you poor dear!" She took Hunn's hand and squeezed, "Sit, sit. Now tell me what you're feeling."
"I feel sick almost every day. Not all the time, just for a few hours here and there. Mainly in the morning and the afternoon, and then it's gone," Hunn shrugged. The sickly feeling was already fading. She didn't think it was a big deal, but it would be worth a shot if Madam Promfry could give her something to make it stop.
Madam Promfry's eyes widened, and she gave her a silent 'O', "Oh my," She waved her finger at her, and without saying a word, she walked off.
Hunn looked to Ginny, who shrugged, looking just as confused and slightly scared as Hunn felt. Ginny took Hunn's hand and squeezed, "It'll be okay," she said, but her voice had no confidence.
Madam Promfry returned a moment later with a small vile, "Raise your hand," She demanded.
Hunn did as she was told, and Madam Promfry snatched her hand up and stuck a small needle in the tip of her finger without explaining.
"Ow," Hunn tried to yank her hand back, but Madam Promfry took her finger and squeezed until a drop of Hunn's blood fell into the tiny vile. She let Hunn go and placed a few drops of a transparent liquid into the vile.
Hunn and Ginny watched as she swirled it around until it turned a deep shade of purple. They stared at the vile, confused. Hunn searched her mind for meaning. Her heart was racing, and her palms were sweating. She wiped them against her robes, and Ginny squeezed her hand. She couldn't breathe. Anxiety was taking over.
"Well, that's what I thought," Madam Promfry muttered, setting the vile beside Hunn on the bed.
Hunn looked away from the vile and up to her, "What? What is it?" she asked, feeling even more panicked.
"Congratulations, my dear, you're pregnant."