Dear Hunn,

School has been uneventful. Tonight, I am finally going to use the Felix Felicis. I will talk to Professor Slughorn and see what he will tell me.

Wish me luck. I may need it.

- Harry

Hunn's heart hammered in her chest as she read and reread Harry's letter. She was excited for Harry but also feeling troubled. He was in so much shite, and there was no way anyone could help him. No matter how much she wanted to be there for him, she knew deep down that he needed to do this alone. He was growing as a man and as a wizard. There would be things he needed to do on his own, and all she could do was support him in his decisions.

Hunn folded the letter and placed it on her desk with the others from Hermione and Ron. They have kept her in the loop since she left, and she thanked them daily for relying on her for whatever they needed. It was nice to know they were still thinking of her even if she wasn't around.

Pacing about the library, trying to calm herself down, Hunn thought of how it could go wrong. Even knowing that the potion was technically supposed to make Harry extremely 'lucky,' she couldn't help but worry for him. She also couldn't stop herself from thinking about Fred and George. They were handing in the new floor plans for the shop and meeting with the contractors to begin rebuilding. Already, they'd been gone three hours, and her mind raced with terrible possibilities.

Molly's words after Sirius had died rang on repeat in her mind, 'Every time any one of us leaves our homes, we are signing off on those risks. Sirius knew the danger he was getting into; he believed he would make it back home just fine, but he also knew there was a chance. A chance that he wouldn't.'

She had to force them from their home to see the contractors practically. They were so worried about leaving her alone, but she wouldn't let them put their business on hold because of her or her silly worries. They were brilliant when they wanted to be and could take care of themselves.

"Hunn," George spoke softly, "Fred or I could stay with you," George reassured her, rubbing up and down on her arms to comfort her.

She shook her head, "No, no, no. You have already stuck by my side for this last month. I need some space," she told him, pushing his hands away and acting frustrated, "I was to read in peace," She pleaded, trying to cover the worry in her voice.

Fred shook his head and touched her hip, "Babe, please, we want to make sure we're okay."

Hunn wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed, "I love you. Both of you," She smiled at him, "But you must take care of the shop. It's your dream."

They looked at each other before looking down at her. Fred squeezed her hips with a heavy sigh and let her go, "We'll be back in a few hours."

"Send us a Patronus if you need anything," George told her sternly, wagging a finger at her.

Hunn nodded, smiling as wide as she could to try and reassure them that she was okay. Her heart thundered in her chest, and her stomach knotted.

"We mean it. Anything, Hunn," Fred emphasized.

They were gone instantly with a flash of green light and a slight puff of smoke. She let out a ragged breath. They left, and now she was alone. Her eyes darted to the clock, and she started to count the seconds.

She didn't want to be alone, but they had been so excited that they weren't sleeping at night. Just planning and planning until Hunn reminded them of the time and forced them to join her in their bed.

Hunn turned from the living space, looked around their home, and realized how empty it was without them there with her. She let out a ragged sob; her entire body shook as she began to cry, and she felt in her heart a deep sadness that felt neverending. She didn't understand why. She was excited for them; she knew they could care for themselves, but she felt emptiness.

Flopping onto the sofa, she hugged a pillow to her chest and let the tears flow freely. Sobbing violently, she tried to bring herself back to normal, but the longer it took, the more frustrated she grew. When her sobbing stopped, she chucked the pillow she had been holding across the room and cursed the stupid war.

She cursed Voldemort. She cursed his Death Eaters and swore all the stupid things they were doing. She cursed the stupid line thingy in her sock right under her toes, irritating her every time she stepped on it.

Hunn wanted to scream. She felt so frustrated, and then, as she got up to go to the kitchen, she cursed Fred and George for not realizing she didn't want to be left alone. As soon as the thought crossed her mind, she wanted to cry again because it wasn't their job to know what was happening in her head. Besides, she told them to go.

Preparing a cup of tea to calm the emotional rollercoaster within her, she started to kettle and began to heat the water.

She felt so on edge and upset that her hands were balled into fists, her nails digging into her palms. Going for the milk in the cooler, she started to gag as soon as she opened the door. A terrible smell came from inside, and her stomach churned.

Searching for the source of the terrible smell, her eyes fell on the roast they had served for dinner the night before. She brought it to her nose, taking a little whiff and nearly losing her lunch. The smell offended her, and the longer it continued to assault her nose, the more she wanted to puke. Slamming the cooler door, she took a few steps back and tried to breathe deeply through her mouth, but the smell seemed embedded in her nose.

The kettle whistled behind her on the stove, but she didn't have time to tend to it before she ran to the loo. Hunn fell to the floor, the door slamming against the wall as she threw up into the toilet. Her stomach wretched itself, and tears rolled down her cheeks as she threw up everything and more inside her body.

When her sandwich and chips were in the toilet, she let herself rest against her arm on the lid. Her middle hurt, and she wanted to cry as her head pounded in her skull.

"Ughh. My brain," She groaned, trying to sit up and failing as she fell over again and ended up resting against the toilet once more before passing out.

That was how Fred and George found her. Laying with her head next to the toilet seat, practically whimpering in pain as she tried not to throw up again. Fred scooped her into his arms and carried her to their bed. He lay her softly on top of the quilt and brushed back her hair.

"Baby, are you okay?" George whispered, rubbing her back to keep his hands from shaking.

She groaned before giving a slight nod, "I was just sick."

"What happened?" They whispered together.

"I went to get milk for my tea, and that roast we had last night must have gone bad. It smelled God awful."

George's eyebrows knit together in confusion. He kissed her forehead softly before going to toss the roast. He opened the cooler and braced himself for the horrid smell, but there was none. He lifted the roast to his nose and took a big whiff, and still nothing.

He placed it back into the cooler and turned the kettle off. He prepared Hunn's tea the way she liked, with milk and no sugar. He went back to her bedside and set the tea on the nightstand.

"Love, the roast isn't bad," He told her quietly.

She looked at him so confused, "But it made me sick, I swear. It was so awful."

"We believe you."

Fred curled around her and rubbed her stomach, "Just rest and feel better."

She did as she was told and let her eyes close. George lay in bed beside her and gave Fred a look. He nodded in agreement that this needed to be looked into. Excitement pounded in his chest at the thought.

George let his mind race with all the unsaid possibilities. What if she was pregnant? What if she was ill? A million thoughts flew through his mind, half beautiful and the other half he would rather not dwell on.

When she fell asleep, Fred gave George a nudge. "What if she's pregnant?" he whispered, keeping his voice low so as not to wake her.

George smiled, "Then we take care of her."

Fred nodded, "We'll have to keep her safe this time."

"All the time."

They agreed. They would never let her get hurt again. Never would they let their family fall apart again. Hunkering down for the night, they held her close. The sunset and the stars took over the sky as they slept together, welcoming and caring for each other.

The clock struck one in the morning, and a loud cry echoed through the home. George bolted upright as Fred held his love closer. A light brightened the hall as it approached closer. George grabbed his wand and held it steady as the light blinded them, screaming as an otter bounded before them and stopped.

Hermione's voice boomed around them, destruction in the background, "Dumbledore is injured. Harry too. We need help. Death Eaters are inside Hogwarts. Hurry! Hurry, please!" The voice faded, and for a moment, as all three of them processed the words, they were still.

Then, as one the three of them jumped to their feet. Hunn grabbed her wand and potions bag as the twins pulled their wands out. Together they raced for the floo and called for the Headmaster's office.

The office was untouched, but they could hear the screaming and destruction around them. Racing from the office and followed the screaming. They pushed against students trying to escape the chaos.

Shooting off spells left and right, they hit a few Death Eaters in the chest, knocking them down as they continued to run. A crowd of students were now moving outside, pushing through the grand doors to stand in front of the castle.

Hunn shoved students aside until she found her friends and family in a small group at the base of the astronomy tower, looking panicked and crying. Fearing the worst, she pushed herself harder and faster, trying to reach them sooner.

"What's going on?" she screamed, out of breath and already exhausted.

McGonagall looked at her, horrified, "They killed him," she said, her voice monotone and broken.

"Who?! Harry?" Hunn looked around, trying to spot him in the crowd of students.

"No, Dumbledore," McGonagall corrected, "Severus killed him..." She trailed off into silence as the crowd of students and teachers cried.

Hunn buried her emotions deep, and Fred and George followed her as she searched for Harry. She saw him crouched not far from where she was and ran for him. When she reached Harry, kneeling over a wide-eyed and dead Dumbledore, she took him in her arms.

Harry screamed and cried as tears and snot mixed and covered his face. Hunn used her sleeve and wiped it away, "Harry..."

"He did this! Snape! Snape killed Dumbledore!" he shouted to the sky, tears streaking down his face.

Hunn raised her face to the night and saw the Dark Mark littering the sky as her heart sank into despair. They had done it.

They had killed Dumbledore.

Hunn watched the funeral from her place beside the twins. They stood near the head of the tomb and watched the crowd as they spoke highly of Dumbledore and all of his achievements. Hunn let her eyes scan across the crowd and landed on one of her favorite Professors and the student at the center of everyone's thoughts.

McGonagall stood tall near the stone tomb. Her back was rigid, and her face twisted in pain. The funeral for Dumbledore had been rushed through. The ministry didn't want prolonged exposure to the 'incident.' Hogwarts decided to honor Dumbledore with a tomb on the island in the center of the Black Lake. Beloved faculty, students, and friends gathered around to pay their respects.

The Golden Trio stood next to McGonagall and watched as they lay Dumbledore's wand in his cold hands before laying him to rest. The tomb was sealed with a loud thud that rang with a firm finality, and no one moved. The crowd was silent as if waiting for something and not knowing what.

Hunn flicked her wand slightly to enhance her hearing and listened to Harry's conversation from across the crowd. She also honed in on McGonagall, curious about what she had to say.

McGonagall looked ahead but addressed Harry, "If you should need to talk to someone..."

Harry merely shook his head.

"You should know... Professor Dumbledore..." her voice broke slightly, "You meant a great deal to him."

Harry said nothing. His eyes were dead, and his face held no emotions.

McGonagall patted his shoulder before walking away.

"Do you think he would have done it?" Ron whispered to Harry.

"Draco?" Hermione asked, looking around.

"No," Came Harry's firm reply, "No, he was lowering his wand. In the end, it was Snape. It was always Snape, and I did nothing," He whispered, sounding broken.

Hunn was shocked; Harry hadn't told anyone that Draco had tried to kill Dumbledore. She listened more intently to their conversation as Harry dug into his pocket.

Harry held out a locket for them to see, "It was fake," He offered it to Hermione, "Open it."

Hermione read:

"To the Dark Lord,

I know I will be dead long before you read this, but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret.

I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it immediately.

I face death in the hope that you will be mortal once more when you meet your match.

R.A.B.

"R.A.B.?"

Harry shrugged, "Don't know, but whoever they are, they have the real Horcrux. It means it was all a waste," He told them through gritted teeth, "All of it."

Hunn's eyes widened as she thought about her Horcrux knowledge. An object in which a had hidden a detached fragment of soul. As long as the object remained intact, so did the soul inside it, keeping the maker anchored to the world of the living.

Hunn shivered as she began to connect the dots. Voldemort reappeared over the years, no matter his injuries. It all made sense. He'd created Horcruxes to keep himself alive.

Considering Horcruxes could only be created after committing murder, it meant that there could be many hidden objects that Voldemort had chosen. Given that Horcruxes were utterly precious to those who made them, there were probably protective measures to prevent them from being stolen.

With them being extremely durable, only the most potent elements would be able to destroy them truly. Hunn's mind raced, and she started to panic. Harry's road was more challenging than she could have ever imagined.

Molly waved to Ron and left to speak with her, and Hunn watched Harry walk over to Hermione without another word. They were silent for a long while before Hermione said, "Ron's okay with you. You and Ginny," She clarified with a small smile, "If I were you when he's around, I'd keep snogging to a minimum."

Harry looked into the Black Lake, not bothering to look her in the eyes, "I'm not coming back, Hermione," He threw a small rock into the lake and watched it sink, "I got to finish whatever Dumbledore started, and I don't know where that'll leave me, but I'll let you and Ron know where I am... when I can."

Hunn shook her head at his foolishness—stupid boy.

"I've always admired your courage, Harry. But sometimes, you can be thick. You don't think you'll be able to find all those Horcruxes by yourself, do you?" Harry looked at her with his brows knitted, and Hunn silently cheered for the brave and smart Gryffindor!

"You need us, Harry," Hermione said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

He ignored her comment and watched the lake ripple as he tossed another rock, "I never realized how beautiful this place was."

With that, Hunn flicked her wand again and let her mind race. How could she help them? She couldn't go with them. The twins would never allow it, and she had to help them here. She mentally made a list of anything she could do.

"Hunn?" Fred whispered, grabbing her attention.

She looked up at him with a small smile.

"Let's say goodbye to Mum and head to St Mungo's."

"St Mungos?" she asked confused. Was he hurt? Or George?

George grinned, "Only you could forget being sick last night."

"There's nothing wrong, just bad-smelling food," She told them, dismissing their concern with a wave.

"Tut tut. I think not. We're taking you to get checked out."

"You've been moody, and you threw up..."

"...and sensitive to smells."

Her eyes went wide, "You think I might be..."

They nodded, smiling.

"Ohh, that would make sense," she said, nodding, wondering why she hadn't thought of that. They walked over to Molly, who was now surrounded by Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the rest of her children.

"Mum, we're going to head home now."

She gave them a sad look and wrapped her arms around each of them, saying, "Rest, and floo if you need anything at all, my dears. Be safe."

"We love you, Mum."

They said their goodbyes to everyone else and left the island to floo to St. Mungos. When they arrived in the lobby, they were greeted by a friendly little witch, "Welcome. What are you here for today?" she asked with a bright smile.

"I was hoping to be seen today," She swallowed hard, "For a pregnancy spell."

The witch nodded and went to make the arrangements. They waited a few moments, feeling tense and unsure what to think or do. A friendly middle-aged Medi witch greeted them before leading them to a room down the hall.

Closing the door, she gave them a small smile, "I looked at why you were here last, and I just wanted to say that I am very sorry for your loss."

They said nothing. The twins looked down sadly, and Hunn waited for her to continue.

"I understand you're here for a pregnancy spell. Why did you not try it yourself at home? I do understand you completed your training in Romania."

"Well, I just wanted to be sure. I didn't even think about the possibility of being pregnant."

The woman nodded and brought out her wand.

"We should have been expecting this sooner or later. We don't use the protection charm. I don't know why. When we agreed to wait."

The twins gave her a goofy grin, "I guess we get too caught up and forget," George told her, stifling a laugh.

The witch shook her head, "Men," She waved her wand and cast the charm. A light surrounded her midsection, and Hunn held her breath. The light stayed a steady white before slowly becoming tinted red. The air left her lungs, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

The Medi witch gave them a sad look, "I'm sorry, you're not pregnant."

"Then why have I been so moody? I was even sick yesterday night."

"Explain, please. What made you sick?"

Fred cleared his throat, "She said she opened the cooler, and some leftover roast made her ill."

"I checked the cooler, and there was no bad food. Nothing smelled at all," George told the witch.

The Medi witch frowned, "Hmm, that is interesting. It could be stress. I recommend you try resting and taking it easy. Come and see me again if you're sick or feeling funny in any way you can't explain."

They nodded sadly, and together, they walked back to the public floo before heading home in a flash of green light and soot.