Hunn walked between George and Fred, now nearly five and a half months pregnant and extremely tired from the intensity of the August heatwave. She sat with her men and went to the front desk for her appointment. Hunn was going to check over their baby and, after that, interview her for her training, so needless to say, she was nervous.
They walked back to her. The Healer was a short, plump woman who looked tired. Hunn tried to stand but struggled around her large protruding belly. They took her hands and helped her stand. Her belly proceeded, but still, she reached around and shoHealer'sealer's hand.
"Hello."
"Hello, dear. So very nice to meet you," She greeted warmly.
The healer walked them to a room where she was Healercted to sit. The healer told her to relax to do her round of check-up spells.
Hunn sat and closed her eyes, letting the healer mumble and wave her wand.
"Would you likeHealerow the sex?" The healer asked.
She nodded, and the twins grabbed her hands tightly. They knew it would be a boy due to their family line, but there was a small kernel of hope that they would have a baby girl.
The healer smiled at them, "It's a healthy baby boy," the woman said.
Hunn laughed, and the healer looked taken back. "We had a feeling. It was going to be a boy."
The healer nodded, smiling, "Do you wish to know who the father is?"
"No, we're the fathers," George said, cutting her off.
Fred nodded, "We're the fathers. We're a team," He told her, squeezing Hunn's hand.
Tears welled in her eyes, and she nodded, agreeing with their choice.
She nodded, "Alright. Now tell me why you want us to train you to be a healer?" she asked, starting off the interview.
"I want to help people. I don't want to sit through this war knowing I could be doing more," She explained.
"And when the baby comes?" she asked curiously.
Hunn rubbed her belly, "I'll want to spend a while with him, but then I want to help anyone I can," Hospitalted the part where she wouldn't be working in the hospital, "I want to heal and save lives."
She nodded, "Alright. We're not getting the number of applicants we hoped for, so you'll begin your training now and start working four months after the baby is born," She stood and shook her hand, "Come to see us in a week to start your training. With your marks and letters of recommendation from Hogwarts, you'll fit perfectly with our starting class."
She motioned for them to leave the exam room and left them at the entrance.
"That was easy..." Fred muttered.
Hunn nodded, "I guess they're getting prepared for the worst."
George pulled her by the hand outside to the broom. It was an uncomfortable way to travel, but it was the only way they could now. The floo was getting too much for her stomach, and apparition was no longer an option. They flew back to the Loft with George holding her close around the middle, his hand cupping her swollen belly.
The fly was quick, but it left her cold. Fred set a fire for her, and they sat on the floor holding each other as the fire burned.
"Hunn?" Fred asked as she started to doze off.
"Hmmm?"
"We wanted to talk to you..." George told her.
She sat up and rubbed her eyes, "Alright, I'm awake," She told them, yawning.
They laughed, "No, you're not, but don't worry, you can sleep soon."
They took her hands and got to their knees in front of her.
"We wanted to tell you how much we love you."
Fred kissed her knuckles, "We care about you more than anything in this world."
Before she could speak, George cut her off, "We want you in our lives until the day we die."
Together, they took a deep breath and looked into her eyes, "We want you with us forever."
"As our friend."
"Our lover."
"The mother of our children."
Their gazes held hers, and they spoke together finally, "And as our wife. Will you marry us?"
Her voice was caught in her throat, and she had tears welling in her eyes as they pulled out two rings and held them up to her.
"Yes! God, yes," She leaped into their arms, and they caught her between them, holding her close.
George shifted her in his lap and held half a wedding band up for her to see. It was a white cream-colored diamond in a silver setting. Fred held up a different half of a ring for her to inspect. A silver band with a red stone shone brightly in the firelight.
She cocked her head, "But it's not a ring, you silly things. They would fall off my finger." She laughed, kissing their cheeks.
Fred took her hand and placed his ring there as George did the same. The two rings fused and formed one brilliant wedding band.
"Oh," Was all she could manage to get out as she gazed at the beautiful ring they had given her.
"I love you, two," She whispered to them softly. Her heart was swelling, and she couldn't remember being happier than she was at that moment with her two brilliant, devious men.
George leaned in and captured her lips with his. His kiss stole her breath away and left her weak. "I love you," He whispered to her, resting his head on her shoulder.
Another set of lips stole hers, and she gave him her love as well, and Fred took all she had to offer. "I love you, our sweet, sweet witch."
Her heart melted as they carried her off to bed. They loved her with their mouths, their hands, and their bodies. They took her slowly, caressing her baby bump and giving her a painfully slow release as her back arched against their chests and back. They filled her to the max and gave her all the pleasure she could handle and more.
She loved them, she loved their connection, and in the aftermath of their bliss, she smiled and curled between them, basking in the light of the moon.
She woke to the sunlight streaming in, and her tummy fluttered. She sat up quickly and held her stomach. The baby kicked again, and she lost her breath, "Oh."
George sat up half asleep and rubbed her back, "You alright?" he asked her, sleep still heavy in his voice.
She nodded and took his hand so he could feel how strongly the baby kicked her. He froze when he felt the little thump against his hand.
"Is that the baby?" he asked softly.
"Yeah, he's kicking a lot this morning," She grumbled.
"Does he do this a lot? Kick so hard?" he asked, rubbing her swelling stomach.
"Yeah, he does this a lot in the morning."
George kept rubbing her belly to soothe her and the restless child within her, "It's amazing..." he whispered, still feeling for the kicks.
Hunn laughed as George stared intently at her belly.
She pushed his shoulder to keep him moving, "Come on. We've lazed about enough," George grumbled, "Come on, Fred is already awake."
She scooted off the bed and stretched until her child kicked her from the inside again.
The bedroom door opened, and Fred walked in, smiling, "You two are finally awake. I've made you some tea and set some cookies for you, my love," He told her, kissing her cheek sweetly. George left her to change and pulled Fred back to the living area to wait.
She dressed and shuffled off to join them. Fred pulled out her chair and set milk out for her tea. "There you are, darling," He patted her back and went off to get his tea.
George sat pouring over the paperwork and sipping his tea, "We'll have to start doubling our supply of the Snack Boxes. Students are sending in many orders from Hogwarts. We could even raise the price by a few Sickles for delivery charges," He muttered to himself, not asking, just thinking out loud.
The cookies were beautiful with the tea, and Fred scooped her up in a sideways hug when she was finished.
"Are you sure you don't want us to walk you?" he asked, squishing her more.
She shook her head and kissed him fiercely, "I'll be okay, don't worry so much."
George hugged her from behind and kissed her neck, "We'll never stop worrying about you. You're our everything, Hunn," He lifted her left hand to his lips and kissed her ring softly.
She blushed and kissed her men goodbye once more before heading out to her first day of Medi-Witch training. The sun was shining brightly, and the air was gentle and calm.
"Have a good day!" Fred yelled from the window, grinning brightly and waving erratically from the upstairs window.
She waved back at him, smiling, and kept walking.
"Be safe!" George yelled at her. She looked back at them and saw them fighting for the window space to wave and watch her walk. She laughed, and Hospitaler back to them. The other students were waiting for her a few shops down from the loft, and they walked together to the Hospital. THospitald about starting classes again and fawned over her swelling bellyHealerey walked together.
When they entered the hospital, it was quiet. As a group, they walked together to their classroom. The Healer was the same plump woman who had interviewed her a week ago.
The class was simple, and they started with an introduction to wand work during healing spells, as well as different incantations and spell work. The class was so absorbing, and the work was utterly enchanting. They spent the entire afternoon working in groups and discussing the correct plan of action when someone was dealing with a deep wound to their abdomen.
Ultimately, they decided to start with Vulnera Sanentur to heal the wound and end with Tergeo to clear away the blood.
"That is a wonderful plan of action. It could be the correct route in extreme circumstances, but when the hospital steps needed to be taken to prevent infections before sealing the wound," She explained, "Healers all for today. It was a wonderful first day, and I am proud to say that I expect big things from this group."
The healer released them for the day. Hunn was finally ready to leave after the long class day and sitting for so long. As she walked from the hospital's rear to the front waiting area, she heard them before she saw them.
"Are you sure her class is out now?" Molly whispered.
"Yes, Mum, that's what Fred and George told us," Ginny whispered back, sounding annoyed.
Hunn looked around the corner to find them waiting in a huddled-up mass near the door. She tiptoed around them to sneak up behind them when Hermione spotted her!
"Where did you come from!" she shouted, surprised.
With a laugh, Hunn pulled her in for a hug, "I heard you chatting from the rear."
Ginny frowned and squeezed her, "Darn. We wanted to surprise you."
"Cheers then! I didn't expect you at all, so consider me surprised."
Molly gave her a look and held her arm as they walked out of the building.
"Fred and George told us when you'd be done, so we all came to surprise you," Hermione explained.
Together, they walked down the alley into the more active areas filled with pubs and shops, "Why did you all come to walk me home?"
Ginny smiled wickedly, "Who said anything about going home."
Her eyes narrowed, and Ginny laughed.
"We've come to take you out," Molly said, pulling her into a pub she'd never seen before. The dark interior made her panic when the lights suddenly flipped on. A chorus of "Cheers!" and "Surprise!" rang out around her when she found her female friends filling the small space, smiling and laughing as she clutched her heart.
"What is this?" Hunn asked, hugging those who came up to her.
Molly beamed at her and smiled brightly, "We planned a baby shower for you."
Her heart filled with so much love and joy. Hermione and Ginny walked her further in until they sat her in a comfortable chair and handed her a glass of juice to sip.
Everyone gathered around, chatted, and ate for a few hours before Molly interrupted them, "We don't want to spend all night chatting, ladies, so why don't we have our new mum open her gifts."
The small gaggle of women grabbed their gifts, and one by one, Hunn opened baby clothes, bottles, nooks, and blankets.
"Here, this one is from Mum and me," Ginny told her, shoving a small box in her hands.
She tore the soft blue wrapping open and found a small knitted maroon blanket and a knitted cap inside. Tears formed in her eyes when she saw the Weasley 'W.'
"It's beautiful! Thank you," She hugged Molly and Ginny tightly and pulled away when Hermione shoved a bag into her waiting fingers.
"It's from my mum and me. We wanted to get you something special as well."
Hunn was so close to crying, with all the emotion and love following through the room. She pulled the paper out and found three small books inside: 'Goodnight Moon,' 'Where the Wild Things Are,' and 'Winnie the Pooh,'
"It's muggle literature," Hermione explained, "These are books my mum read to me as a babe."
Tears filled her eyes, and she dabbed them away before saying thank you to Hermione. The party flowed for the next few hours before Molly decided everyone should head home before it got too late.
Hunn bundled up in her jumper again and told Molly to drop the gifts off tomorrow morning.
"Hunn, just wait a moment. George and Fred will be here soon to take you home," Hermione told her.
She waved her off, "Don't worry, the shop is just down the way. I can meet them halfway."
"You sure?" Molly asked, meeting near the door and helping her with her jumper.
She nodded, "I'll be fine, Mum." She hugged her and pushed her way into the night air. The stars hung high in the sky and beautifully lit her path home.
"Be careful, dear!" Molly called after her.
She pulled her jumper close to her and started her walk home. The streets were quiet, and she strolled, shuffling along the calm streets.
There was a slight commotion near a shop up ahead, so she stopped to wait it out when the group turned to her. They had their hoods pulled down low, and when they started to run at her, she turned back down the way she came and tried to jog away from them. Her heart was beating fast, and she could hear their footsteps closing in as she tried to retreat.
"Locomotor Mortis!" Someone yelled out at her, catching her off guard.
Her legs locked together, and she fell to the ground. She tossed her weight to the side and landed on her hip to protect her baby. Pain shot through her, and she reached for her wand shoved in her boot, but one of their heavy feet came down on her hand and pinned her to the ground.
Her eyes traveled up, and she saw their cracked skull masks peaking out from under their hoods. Their cold laughs echoed around her, and fear filled her heart.
"Stop, please just let me go. I didn't do anything."
They laughed louder, and all wands pointed to her.
"She's mine, remember? The dark lord gave her to me."
The others grumbled but agreed, lowering their wands.
"Hunn Rosesinger, I told you I'd get you."
Her body froze, "I don't know who you are. Stop this and just let me go. Please," She begged him. She wished she would have waited for Fred and George to pick her up. This would never have happened if she would have waited for them.
The man laughed harder and uglier than before and shoved his wand into her neck, "Now you don't know me? The brilliant Ravenclaw finally doesn't know something. That's priceless."
She listened to his voice, and something clicked inside, and her heart froze, "Marcus?" she whispered, and he laughed, waving his mask away to reveal his twisted face.
"Bingo."
"Don't do this."
"Do what? Destroy you? Ruin your reputation, as you did mine?" he sneered at her, "Stupid cunt, you ran away with those poor, ugly, blood traitors. I could have given you the world," he raged on, "I could have made you a princess," He told her, shoving his wand deeper into her throat.
She shook now with fear, and her body locked up more as she curled around her belly, trying to protect it.
His face held so much anger and hate, "The dark lord heard of what you did, how you left me and allowed those filthy Weasleys to touch you. He gave you to me," He laughed, "Now it's my turn to hurt you. Crucio," He whispered with his wand still shoved into her neck and a filthy grin on his face.
Her scream echoed loudly around them as her body spasmed.
"You've walked around baring their bastard child. A Blood traitor child, when you could have had me!" he screamed, his spittle landing on her face.
He spoke for himself because she couldn't hear him over the pain coursing through her body. Pain that filled her to breaking. Her body shook, and she screamed at the sky as tears streamed down her face.
Lights flickered on and off around them. Marcus looked behind him, and the other Death Eaters disappeared one by one as her cries of pain and for help drew attention from nearby shops and pubs.
"Hunn!" She could faintly hear someone screaming her name close by, but the pain was too much for her to concentrate on anything else.
"We need to go," someone shouted.
But Marcus didn't move. He kept his wand pointed at her, trailing it down to her belly, which she had curled protectively around. When the voices got too close, he frowned but lifted his wand and disappeared into a cloud of black smoke.
"Hunn!" the screaming came closer, but her eyes trailed off to the sky, and she blacked out, still seeing stars long after her eyes had closed.
...
George and Fred rushed her into the St. Mungo's frantically. They carried Hunn's body through the doors, shouting for help. A witch met them and, with her wand, took Hunn away to a room. They followed her down the hall in a panic but were shoved out of the room. They were forced to wait in the hall while the witches worked on the love of their lives.
Fred hugged George close, and he wanted to scream. She had been limp. She had been in pain, and she could be dying.
When he remembered her screams echoing through the ally, he remembered running and seeing the Death Eaters disappearing through the sky, leaving their glowing Snake filling the air and branding the sky above. He felt numb now as he hugged his brother close to his body. Healers ran in and out of the room until silence met them as they waited for someone to tell them what was happening.
"What's going on!" George screamed, "What's going on..." he asked again.
The healers scurried away and avoided his eyes. His heart sank low, breaking. Fred clutched him in a hug, and they waited.
"Mr. Weasley?" A healer called from the doorway to Hunn's room.
Their eyes shot up, and the healer looked weary.
"How is she? They baby?" Fred whispered as he and George held each other.
The healer looked between them, "She's fine."
"The baby?" He asked again. Fred's voice was pleading, and his heart broke into a million pieces. He asked, but he already knew.
Sad eyes met theirs, and all the healer choked out was, "I'm sorry."