Fred woke and could barely see straight. His head hurt, and his eye was swollen shut, and his head was pounding as the early morning sun shone down on him. With his good vision, he saw his family lying scattered across the field, and his memories of the night before rushed back forcefully.
Quickly as he could manage, he crawled to George, who lay on his back only a few feet from him. Feeling for a pulse and praying that his brother was still alive, he nearly cried when he found it hammering in his throat. George was bloody and bruised, but he was okay.
With his muscles burning and shouting at him, Fred made his way to where his older brother Charlie lay face down in the grass. With the last of his strength, he rolled Charlie over onto his back and found him unharmed, other than a massive gash on his head. He was still breathing, and when Fred tried to check his pulse, Charlie slapped his hand away.
"Ungrateful," Fred muttered, limping toward his Mother and Father, who lay curled around each other, but when he saw their chests moving as they slept, he left them to go to Hunn, who was curled in on herself, covered in blood. Her hair was matted and crusted to her swollen and bruised face.
He let his fingers trail through her strands until he revealed her beautiful eyes; she startled awake and stared up at him, tears falling silently, "Hunn, are you okay?" His voice came out broken and rough like sandpaper.
She nodded, "I feel like absolute gnome shite."
He fell back onto the grass beside her and closed his eyes. Everyone was okay and alive. That's all he could ask for after everything they went through last night.
"Fred? Are you okay?"
He grunted, "I think that my arm might be broken. I can't move it, and I can't feel anything either."
Hunn moved quickly and held her hand out to summon her wand. It flew into her hand from almost twenty meters away. Immediately, she went to work on his broken arm for what felt like hours. He also had a dislocated shoulder and bruised ribs on both sides.
"Thank you..." he whispered before passing out.
Hunn crawled over to Molly and Arthur, who were not in bad shape, so she rushed over to George, who was bruised but snoring softly in the grass, before going to Charlie.
When everyone was healed, she hobbled to her feet and used her wand to carry them into the house. Thankfully, the Death Eaters couldn't touch it due to the strong wards in place for the wedding. She settled them in on the sofa, and with them all finally safe inside, she climbed onto the loveseat and propped herself up on a few pillows before wrapping herself in a quilt and collapsing, letting herself rest.
...
George woke with a headache and sore muscles. He groaned and got dizzy when he tried to sit up too quickly. Hearing soft chatter from the kitchen as he climbed to his feet, he decided to head down to see how everyone else was doing. He could listen to his Mum and Dad the closer he got to them, and when he entered the kitchen, he could smell hot tea.
Just as he entered, his Mum smiled and raced to hug him close, "George! I'm so glad you're awake! You've been out for hours now," She squeezed him tighter before softly shoving him into a chair and handing him a nice hot cuppa with milk.
After seeing them all together and okay, his first thought was to ask, "Is Hunn alright? Is she awake?"
"No, she hasn't woken up yet. She's sleeping in front of the fireplace."
Before he could ask anything, Fred squeezed his shoulder and pulled him close, and they sat practically on each other. "I just looked in on her. She's snoring and taking up the whole loveseat on your own. We think that she wore herself out, taking us all inside."
George slumped in his chair and let himself relax. The hot tea loosens him from the inside out and allows him to let everything from the night before sink in. He remembered the Death Eaters laughing and pain searing throughout his body. They caught everyone while they were celebrating.
Apparently, not even a wedding is safe.
"How did they find us?" he whispered into his tea.
Arthur frowned, "We don't know for sure. Maybe someone was talking about the wedding, and maybe the wrong person heard, or maybe one of the owls we sent out was taken mid-flight."
"Shit. We should have been more careful. Is everyone okay?"
"We owled everyone. So far, everyone who's gotten back to us is alright. Seems like they managed to get away."
Fred nodded and set his cuppa down before clearing his throat, "We need to do something to help people from getting into this kind of trouble."
"If only there were a way that we could warn everyone Where the death eaters were going to be."
"I'm sorry, boys. I don't think there's anything we can do to broadcast this kind of information to only those who need it."
George nearly spit at his tea, "That's it. We need to broadcast to everyone what we know."
The room was silent momentarily while everything he said seemed to sink in.
Fred smiled, "How do you suppose we do that."
"The radio," A voice chimed in from the doorway, "You should start a channel and have others you trust pass it on. This will keep the original starter of the movement more of a mystery."
"Bill, what are you doing here? Where is Fluer? We thought that you weren't coming back. You didn't mention anything in your letter this morning."
"She was sleeping when I left. Last night was hard on us both. We spent the night putting up or protecting Charms."
Molly hugged him tightly, and Arthur moved in after she stepped away. Bill looked tired as if he hadn't slept at all. He was still wearing his robes from the wedding, and he was covered in dirt and soot.
Fred smiled, "If we all go to a public post, we can probably invite more."
"Could probably invite all the students we knew of or trusted at Hogwarts..." George added as Bill sat between Fred and their Mum as she poured him a hot cup.
"We could give one to McGonagall, and she can send them out to all the families she thinks it'll help."
"Wait," Molly said with her hands up to signal everyone to step, "How can we be sure that this won't come back to us?"
"You're right. If we aren't careful, we can lead the Death Eaters to our door," their Father agreed.
"We'll use a self-writing quill and send the owls out from different areas so they can't tell where the first letter came from."
"We'll do that as soon as Hunn is awake. She'll know what we must do to get the station started."
The twins took to their feet and marched out of the room to check on their wife, "Hunn, are you awake?"
She didn't say anything, and the closer they got to her, the more worried they became. She seemed so small compared to them lying on the loveseat. Her eyes were closed, stretched out, and covered from her feet to her neck in a thick quilt.
Fred sat near her feet, and George kneeled near her head, "Are you doing okay, Lovely?" He moved to stroke her hair and received a painful shock that traveled up his arm where his hand was touching her hair, "What in the fucking hell was that," he shouted, shaking out his arm, trying to dissipate the pain.
The others printed into the room as Fred burst into laughter that immediately stopped when he received the same shock as he touched her ankle, "Holy shit, what the hell..."
Molly frowned at them and placed her hands on her hips, "What happened? Why are you shouting?"
George stepped back from his wife, "We went to touch her, and we got shocked."
"Badly," Fred added, staring at his little witch, who still hadn't moved.
"Is she awake?"
"We were trying to wake her up when we were shocked."
Molly went over to her sons, and when she reached out to touch her daughter-in-law, she received a painful jolt that traveled down her spine. She screamed and jumped back, "That's not good."
Arthur stepped forward and looked at Hunn, careful not to touch her, "We need to take her to St. Mungo's now."
"How when every time we touch her, she zaps us."
Bill smiled, "You're going to have to endure it and apparate her there."
Molly nodded, "Then use your wand to get her into the Hospital. We'll take the floo and meet you there to help."
Everyone sprang into action, moving quickly to help Fred and George get Hunn off the loveseat and place her in Geroge's arms, wrapped in the quilt, which did nothing to stop the shocking. Fred grabbed his brother's arm, and then they were gone, pulling through a tiny keyhole as they apparated to the Hospital and landed out front, where their Father met them with his wand drawn.
Arthur levitated Hunn from his son's arms and helped them get her inside. A Medi-Witch at the counter frowned at them as they approached.
Fred tried to explain, "We need help for our wife," he said, pointing to Hunn, "She keeps shocking us..."
The Medi-Witch still frowned but nodded, writing everything down as he spoke before pulling her wand from her pocket and taking Hunn from Arthur. The witch led them down the hall and up a flight of stairs to a small room. She placed Hunn on the white bed and left Fred and George with their Mother and Father, shutting the door behind her.
"Why won't she wake up?" George whispered, sitting close enough to touch his wife but carefully keeping his hand to himself.
Fred stayed silent and close to his brother, trying to comfort him while feeling helpless.
A team of three Medi-Witches forced Molly and Arthur out of the room before they silently began to work on their wife. They watched as the witches moved around quickly with their wands raised, "We'll figure out what's going on with your wife."
When the witch moved to feel Hunn's neck and other limbs for breaks, she yelped and squealed in pain until finally giving in and gathering others for help. She left the room with the other two witches and returned with three more. With six witches in total, they continued to cast spell after spell until, finally, the shocking stopped.
They returned to their spells, and Fred and George watched as they stopped and murmured to each other every time.
Seemingly failing to do anything at all.
Then, they did something not commonly done in the magical world. With the tip of a very sharp knife, they cut Hunn's arm and deposited her blood into a vial.
After healing the wound and wrapping it up, they took her blood to the counter and used it with several potions before they disappeared without any explanation.
Molly and Arthur entered the room again and spent her time knitting and worrying while her sons were putting their brains together on their radio warning idea. They tried hard to work on a plan, but Fred and George were still on the edge of their seats, their eyes straying constantly to their wife in hopes that she would wake.
Nearly four hours later, the door burst open, and an older and thicker woman entered, "Mr and 's?" she asked, looking around the room.
Fred and George shot to their feet, "That's us."
The witch looked to Molly and Arthur, and without needing to be asked, they stood, "We'll head home now. Send us a letter and let us know what's going on as soon as possible," they gave Fred and George each a hug and Hunn a kiss on the cheek before leaving.
The Medi-Witch began to speak as the door closed, "Alright, and , we believe that the fetus was drawing on your wife's magical reserves to protect her while she slept. From what I have been told, it has been a very stressful time for your family..."
The witch's words stopped registering, and Fred and George stared at her blankly. It took ten minutes for the words to sink in before Fred and George spoke together. Their hearts thundered in their chests. "What?"
"The baby was using its mother's magic to protect her," she said again.
Their eyes were popping out, and the air in the room seemed to disappear, "She's pregnant?"
The witch's eyes grew wide, "You didn't know?"
George and Fred shook their heads.
"Then it would be helpful for me to explain..."
They nodded.
"It seems your wife is a few months pregnant, likely four to five months along. When she came in last for a spell, I assumed you knew. The results were not recorded."
"We had no idea!"
"We thought she was, but the spell came back negative."
The witch nodded, "That can happen with mothers in high-stress situations and is even more common for mothers with her history," the witch sat at the edge of Hunn's bed. She began to explain the work the baby was doing, "The baby is using the magic in your wife's blood to hide itself after the tragic loss that you suffered last to help protect itself and your wife. That is why the spell was negative, and it is also why we drew your wife's blood to check the old-fashioned way to be sure when our spells were not working."
"Why isn't she waking up?"
The witch shrugged, "She's stressed. She needs rest. She'll wake up when she's ready."
The witch gave them paperwork explaining everything for when Hunn woke up, and they were sent home to rest but also ordered to make a return visit in three weeks for another check-up. Even though the witch said they couldn't do much if the baby were still shielding itself, it would be good to check Hunn over and see if she was alright.
Fred carried Hunn through the floo, and George wrote to his mother immediately, telling her everything was alright and that they would explain soon.
Fred plopped onto the floor of their bedroom, and as soon as George sent the owl out, he sat beside his brother, "What are we going to do, Fred? We're having a baby."
He smiled, "Yeah, we are, and I don't know, but we'll figure it out."
Hunn shifted on the bed, and they shot to their feet. Laying against the pillows, their beautiful pregnant wife was looking right back at them, and she was terrified...