After All We've Been Through

Chapter 6

The Reunion

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When Jen walked into the Leaky Cauldron, she felt years of memories flooding back to her; she remembered so many things from her past. She mentally shook herself back to the present and walked toward the counter. When she got there, Tom turned around to look at her.

"Why, Miss Henley, I haven't seen you in quite some time. How are you?" he asked he with a smile.

She smiled at him in return. "I am doing fine, Tom, thank you for asking. How are the wife and kids?"

"They are doing great. Would you believe that my oldest will be starting Hogwarts next year?"

"Is she really? I can't believe she's ten already. Amazing how time flies, huh?"

"Yeah, it is. So what can I do for you today, Jen?"

"I need a room, if you have one."

"That I do. How long will you be staying?" he asked her as he handed her the key for room number six.

"Not really sure, Tom. Not really sure," she told him with a faraway look in her eyes. "Will I have Floo access in my room?"

"Yes, you will. I was able to get all of the fireplaces in the rooms linked last year. Is everything okay?"

She smiled at what he had said about the Floo access. She had been the one to modify the system to allow that sort of thing, but he didn't know that. "I'll let you know," was all she said to him as she made her way to the stairs. She entered her room and placed her briefcase on the bed. The first thing she did was Floo Dumbledore.

She walked over to the fireplace and grabbed some powder from the bowl. She threw it in the grate and said, "Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Dumbledore's head appeared in the fire a moment later. "Hello, Miss Henley. What can I do for you today?" Jen smiled at her former headmaster. She began to tell him what had happened that day, starting from when she left for work that morning. "I am very sorry for your loss, Miss Henley. I will do my best to find out why this has happened to you. I will inform the Order immediately."

"Please, sir. I would prefer it if no one knows just yet. This is my first time back here in almost six years. I don't want my first meeting to be with everyone giving me sympathy."

"If that is what you wish, I will hold off in telling them until you decide that you are ready to tell them. Until then, is there anything that you will need?"

"No, Albus. I will be okay. I have already arranged for my money to be transferred here. I will be staying in the Leaky Cauldron, room number six, if you need to get in touch with me. I will be here until I can find a place of my own."

"As you wish, Miss Henley. Is there anything else that you wish to discuss with me?"

"Not that I can say here. I will send you an owl. I have been working on something new, something specifically designed for the Order and this will be the perfect time to test it. Once you receive my owl and read its contents, I wish for you to have Minerva read it. Once she has finished reading it, ask her what she read. If I am right, then she will not be able to read the actual contents of the letter because it was not written to her. Please let me know as soon as you can if it has worked or not. I will be sending Isabella. I should be going now, Albus. I have to go to the Apothecary and then to Madame Malkin's. I will contact you soon."

"Have a better day, Miss Henley. I wish you the best of luck and I await your owl. I am very interested in seeing your latest creation."

"Thank you, Albus. I'll send it now. Good day," she said, ending the call. She went over to her desk and wrote the letter to Dumbledore. She then said an incantation before tying the letter to Isabella's leg.

Once Isabella was out of sight, Jen put all of her things away and made sure that her lab was safely concealed before she made her way to Diagon Alley. She went to Gringott's first so she could get money to purchase her supplies and robes. When she had gotten there, she found that her money from America had already been placed in her old vault and a new lock and key had been commissioned for her. She took out a sizable amount since she had to purchase a whole new wardrobe, both wizard and Muggle.

The next place that she went to was the Apothecary. She didn't have time to bring all of her potion supplies, so she needed more. She was very surprised to see Blaise Zabini behind the counter.

"Well, well, well. Look at what the cat dragged in."

"Sod off, Zabini. I just came for some supplies, not a reunion," she told him as she slapped down the list of ingredients that she needed. He gave her a disgusted look as he began to fill her order. When he was one, she grabbed her parcel from the counter and threw some money on the counter. "Thanks, Zabini."

"Whatever," he mumbled as she left the shop. Her next stop was Madame Malkin's so she could be fitted for her new robes.

When she walked into the shop, Madame Malkin was standing behind the counter. When she saw Jen walk in, she smiled widely. "Miss Henley, what a pleasant surprise. It's been a long time. How have you been, dear?"

Jen smiled politely at the older woman. "I am fine. I have a big order for you today." The older witch's smile grew even wider and her eyes lit up at Jen's words. "I am in need of a full set of robes for work, regular wear and formal wear."

"Sure thing," the older woman told her as she got out her measuring tape. "It's been a few years, so I will need new measurements from you." Jen nodded and stood on the stool so the measuring tape could do its job. When the measuring tape had finished, it flew into Madame Malkin's hand. "My, you have excellent measurements. What colors did you have in mind, dear?"

Jen blushed at the older woman's compliment. "For my everyday robes, I would like navy blue, dark green, maroon and black. I will need twenty sets, five of each color. For work, I will only require four sets of plain black. As for formal attire, I would like one periwinkle and one black; both of which should be very formfitting."

The older witch nodded as she wrote this all down. "Okay. It will take me a few hours to fill this order. Come back around half past four," she told Jen with a wide smile.

Jen nodded. "Thank you. I will see you then," Jen said to her just before leaving the store. So what should I do for the next few hours? She asked herself as she walked down the cobblestone road. It was then that she came to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.

She hesitated as she looked through the window of the shop. She debated if she should go in or not. You haven't seen Fred in almost six years, a small voice in the back of her mind told her. But George might be in there, she told herself. That's true, he might be, but you need to get over this. Did you honestly think you wouldn't see him once you got back? The voice said to her. She thought about it a bit longer. What the hell, she told herself as she opened the door to the shop.

When she walked in, she saw George at the counter helping a customer. Merlin, he looks good, she thought to herself as she tried to hide behind the shelves. She looked at all of the products with awe and admiration. She was so proud of them both for doing what they loved the most. She always knew that they would put their jokes to good use.

When George finished with the customer, he turned towards the girl that had walked in a little while ago. She's beautiful, he thought to himself. She looks just like Je-, he stopped himself before his finished the thought and shook his head. Forget it, Weasley. She's never coming back so just get over it, he told himself as he walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder.

Jen turned around slowly, trying her best to avoid his eyes. "Can I help you, miss?" he asked her. She was a bit surprised by his question, he obviously didn't recognize her.

She opened her mouth to reply, but she was interrupted by a loud yell from the back of the store. "Bloody hell!" Fred had just walked out from the back room with a bunch of boxes in his arms. He dropped the boxes on the floor and ran to her.

She smiled at him, which turned into a squeal as he lifted her off of the ground and into a bear hug. "Hi Fred," she said with a laugh. George just stood there with a surprised and confused look on his face. He had no idea who this girl was or how Fred knew her.

Fred put her down and stepped back from her to look at her. "How are you? What are you doing here? How long will you be staying? Gods I've missed you," he said.

She laughed at him. "I'm good, I'm on vacation...of sorts, I don't know how long I will be here and I missed you too."

"Do you have plans for dinner? You have to come to the Burrow. Everyone will want to see you, especially Hermione and Ginny. They'll be so excited," Fred told her. George was now completely confused, he had no idea who this girl was, but he didn't want to be rude and ask.

Jen didn't know what to do. The thought of going to the Burrow scared her a little bit. She looked at George, who had a puzzled look on his face and then to Fred's smiling face. "I guess I could go. I'd love to see everyone. I've missed them all so much."

"Excellent! Where are you staying?" Fred asked her.

"The Leaky Cauldron, room number six."

"We'll come get you at half past 5, okay?" he asked her as he glanced up at the clock.

"I have to go to Madame Malkin's to pick up my order at half past four anyway, so I'll come here when I am done there."

"Great. See you then," he said to her. She nodded and left the shop.

George looked at his brother, still obviously confused. "Who in the name of Merlin was that and why have you invited her to dinner?"

Fred looked at his brother in disbelief. "You don't know who that was?" George shook his head. "You are such a prat, you know that? That was Jen."

George paled at what his brother had just told him. He couldn't believe his ears. It can't be. It's not possible. She can't be here. How am I supposed to get over her if she's back? How-, his thoughts were interrupted by Fred yelling his name and waving his hands in front of his face.

George shook himself and looked at his brother. "What?" Fred just shook his head and went to pick up the stuff that he had dropped earlier. George just stood there, looking at the door that Jen had left through five minutes earlier. That couldn't have been her. "Was that really her?" he asked Fred as he went to help him.

Fred just looked at George. "I don't understand how you didn't know it was her. She hasn't changed all that much, with the exception that she has gotten more beautiful since the last time I saw her," Fred told him. George gave him a look, but Fred disregarded it.

"I know. When I first saw her, I thought that it was her, but I knew that it couldn't be her. I came to the realization years ago that she was never coming back. In the back of my mind, I hoped that she would, but I knew that she wouldn't. I've held onto that since she left. I just hope that there is some way that the two of us can at least become friends again," George said with a sigh.

Fred stopped what he was doing and looked at his brother. He sympathized with him, but he knew that Jen was really upset with him. "Look, I can't say that the two of you will become best friends again like you were before, but a nice heart-filled apology would be a very good start," Fred told him as he resumed what he was doing. George just nodded in agreement.

Jen had gone into Muggle London to do some clothes shopping. All though she had bought robes, she needed regular clothes to wear. As she browsed the shops, Jen had lost track of the time. Before she knew it, it was twenty-five past the hour and she was too far away from Diagon Alley to make it to Madame Malkin's in five minutes. She went into an abandoned alley so that she could Apparate out of sight from Muggles. When she was sure that the coast was clear, she disappeared.

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Unfortunately, someone was there. Someone had seen her Disapparate from the alley. The figure stood in the shadows, covered by a hooded black cloak. The only part of the figure that you could see was their evil grin. So, she has returned. The master will be pleased to hear this.

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When she appeared in Diagon Alley, Jen had no time to drop off the stuff that she had bought in her room. She went straight to Madame Malkin's to pick up her new robes. Once she had gotten her things, she went to the twins' shop.

When she walked in, only Fred was there. When he noticed all of her bags, he whistled loudly. "Did you buy enough?"

She smiled at his comment. "Yeah, I guess I did. Listen, I'm gonna go put all this stuff back in my room and get changed. I will meet you back here when I'm done, okay?"

"Don't bother. We'll come get you there. I'm just waiting for George to finish getting dressed. Go put your stuff away and we'll see you there. Number six, right?"

She nodded. "Okay. I'll see you both there in a little bit," she said as she walked out the door. A moment later, George came downstairs.

"Where's Jen?" he asked as he looked at the clock. "I thought she said she would be here after she went to Madame Malkin's."

"She was just here. She had to bring her stuff up to her room so I told her that we would meet her there instead," Fred told him as he headed out of the shop. George nodded and followed him.

Jen had just finished getting dressed when there was a knock on her door. She opened her door to find George, not Fred, standing on the other side. "Hi," he said quietly as he quickly looked her over once. She was wearing a pair of hip hugger jeans, a black scoop neck top and a pair of sandals. Gods she's beautiful.

Jen looked at him briefly, taking in the sight before her. He had gotten taller and had grown his hair long, even sporting a goatee. His eyes were just as green as she remembered them. He's so gorgeous. She mentally shook herself before giving him a slightly angry look. "Hi," she said coldly as she walked past him and down the stairs. He sighed and closed her door before following her.

"So, are you ready to go, Jen?" Fred asked her when George joined them near the fireplace.

She looked rather nervous about going to the Burrow. "Actually, I'm a little nervous. I haven't seen everyone in six years."

"Don't worry, I Flooed ahead and told Mum that you were coming to dinner. She was ecstatic," Fred assured her. She nodded as they each took a handful of Floo powder. One by one, the three of them left for the Burrow, not knowing that they were being watched.

The dark hooded figure sat at a table in the far corner of the Leaky Cauldron. He knew of the animosity between Jen and George and he was deciding on a way to use that to his advantage. The master will be most pleased with me.

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When she arrived at the Burrow, Jen was immediately attacked by Ginny and Hermione. They had missed their older friend terribly. Mrs. Weasley came in a pulled both girls off of Jen, telling them that dinner was ready.

Dinner went well and Jen was not asked about her parents yet. She was safe, until dessert that is. Once Mrs. Weasley had cleared away the dinner dishes and served dessert, the question came.

"So Jen, tell me. How are your parents doing?" Mr. Weasley asked her with a smile. Jen dropped her fork onto her plate with a clatter. She picked it up quickly, not wanting to make it seem as something was wrong.

"They are okay," she said staring at her plate. She was trying to fight the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes. Knowing that she couldn't hold them back much longer, she excused herself from the table. "I need to use the bathroom." At first, no one thought anything of it, but Fred knew better. He had seen the tears threatening to fall and he knew that something was not right. He got up and followed her, but he wouldn't make it to the bathroom.

Jen was sitting on the stairs, crying hysterically, with her head in her hands. "What's the matter, Jen?" Fred asked her as he sat down next to her. She shook her head and continued to cry. Fred took her hands away from her face and forced her to look at him. "Please tell me what is wrong. You are one of my best friends," he told her pleadingly as he put his arm around her shoulders.

She looked up at him with her tear stained face and bloodshot eyes. She wiped her tears away and leaned against him, now looking at the floor. "My parents are dead," she mumbled.

"What?" he asked her as she started to cry again.

"When I came home from work this morning, I found them dead. He did this; he killed my parents," she sobbed. He pulled her into a hug and she just cried. He knew who she was referring to and it only made him grow mad. She cried for a little while longer, until they were interrupted by a muffled cough.

The both looked towards the bottom of the stairs to find Hermione and Ginny both looking at her with saddened faces. They had both apparently heard what Jen had told Fred because they both went up to her and hugged her tightly. They each gave her their sympathies.

Once the hug had ended, Jen stood up and walked back towards the kitchen. She paused at the door to wipe away her remaining tears. She knew that she had to tell the others eventually, so she decided to do it now and get it over and done with. When she sat down at the table, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, George, Harry and Ron gave her quizzical looks, each of them noticing that she had been crying. "Are you all right, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked her.

Jen smiled and fought back the tears that still wanted to spill from her eyes. At that moment, Fred, Ginny and Hermione came into the kitchen, each with sullen expressions, and sat at the table. Before sitting down next to her, Fred put an empty glass and a bottle of Firewhisky in front of Jen.

"Thank you," she said to him as she poured herself a glass. The others were confused as to why Fred had given her the entire bottle, but he just made a motion with his hand that told them not to ask. Jen took a deep breath and told them all what had happened, starting with the death of her assistant Beth and ending with how she came to be sitting in their kitchen.

Jen had drunk about half of the bottle by the time she had finished her story. "Do you need anything, dear? Would you like to stay here for awhile?" Mrs. Weasley asked her.

Jen shook her head. "No thank you, Mrs. Weasley. I have already taken care of my money situation and I am currently staying at the Leaky Cauldron. I think that I am just going to take some time off and be by myself for a little while. I need to think about things and sort it all out," she told them as she finished her glass of Firewhisky.

"Well, if you ever decided that you want to return to work, let me know. I am sure that we can arrange to have your job transferred here from America," Mr. Weasley told her.

"Thank you, Mr. Weasley. I really appreciate it."

"Please call me Arthur."

"And call me Molly."

Jen nodded to both of them. "I'm gonna go and use the bathroom for real this time," she said as she stood up and left the room.

"Poor dear. Now she has no family left," Molly said as she stood up and cleared the dishes.

"She has all of us, Molly," Arthur told her as he got up and left the room. Molly nodded and followed him.

The others just sat there, not really knowing what to say. They sat there for a few minutes in silence, until Hermione spoke. "I feel so bad for her. She has no one now."

"She has us," Ginny said.

"But it's not the same," Harry told her. "It's different, not having any blood family and only having people very close to you, as if they were your real family."

"I wish there was a way we could help her," George said barely above a whisper. They all looked at him in surprise.

"I thought you didn't care about her, George?" Fred asked him sarcastically.

George's eyes flashed with anger. "Yeah, you're right, Fred. I don't care about her at all. I hate her more than you could possibly imagine and I wish that she had never come back to London." George heard a gasp behind him and he knew that Jen was standing behind him. He slowly turned around to see Jen standing in the doorway, her eyes rimmed with tears and as wide as galleons.

She stared at him for what seemed like an eternity. Then, without any movements, she disappeared. George turned back around and banged his head on the table. "Stupid," he said aloud. The others just looked at him with angered expressions, with the exception of Hermione, who had continued to look at the spot where Jen had been standing moments earlier.

"Yes, George. Stupid is definitely a word I would use to describe you right now," Fred said. George looked up at his brother and glared at him.

"I can't believe she heard me say that," George said as he put his face in his hands.

"I can't believe you said that," Ron told him.

"What I don't understand is how she did it," Hermione said. They all looked at her in confusion.

"What do you mean, Hermione? What did she do?" Ginny asked her.

"You mean you didn't notice that she Apparated without using her wand?" They all shook their heads.

"I remember her telling me about that. She had been learning wandless magic, but that was years ago. She must have gotten much better since then," Fred told them.

Hermione was about to say something when Mrs. Weasley walked into the kitchen. She noticed that Jen was not there so she inquired about it. "Where did Jen go? I saw her walk in here a moment ago." The others didn't know what to say. They weren't sure if George was ready to feel his mother's wrath just yet.

George, however, didn't seem to care. "She left," he mumbled. She asked him and why and he hung his head. "Because she heard me say that I didn't care about her and that I hated her," he told his mother gloomily.

She slapped him in the back of the head. "George Arthur Weasley! How could you say something like that? Especially after she just lost her parents. You best hope that nothing happens to her or you will be hexed into the next life. Do you understand me?"

George sank lower in his chair. "Yes, Mum," he mumbled as she left. He felt completely disgusted with himself. He didn't mean what he had said and he definitely didn't mean for her to hear him. He put his head in his hands and just sat at the kitchen table.

The others just looked at him, not knowing what to say. They knew that he didn't really mean a word of what he had said. But the also knew that the tension that was already between Jen and George didn't help.

George, not being able to handle being at the Burrow any longer, decided to Apparate home. Fred sighed, knowing that he should follow George in case he decided to drink away his sorrow, which he had done on many occasions and when Christmas time came around. Fred said goodnight to everyone and Apparated home.

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Jen appeared in Diagon Alley, just outside the Leaky Cauldron. She went straight up to her room, threw herself onto her bed and cried her eyes out. I can't believe he said he hated me, she thought to herself. You know he didn't mean that, the voice in the back of her head told her. How can you say that? He hasn't spoken to me in six years and I heard him say that he hated me, she told the voice. You love him. Don't let part of a conversation hurt you this way. You don't know why he said that, the voice told her. It doesn't matter anymore. If he doesn't care about me, then I won't care about him, she told both the voice and herself.

Without another thought, Jen left her room and went down to the pub. She sat at the bar and ordered a butterbeer. Tom handed it to her and she downed it in one gulp. She pushed the bottle away from her and asked Tom for a Firewhisky. Tom complied and she downed that in one gulp as well. Tom looked at her oddly, but he didn't dare say anything to her. He knew that something had to be really wrong for Jen to drink.

As Jen sat at the bar, the dark hooded man watched her. He had been told of her abilities, but knew that she was no match for him in her present state. He watched her down about seven more drinks before she got up shakily and left the pub. He knew that it was time. The master will be very pleased with me.

The figure silently followed her out of the pub. He saw her leaning up against the wall, barely sober enough to move. This is going to be easier than I thought. When he neared her, she became aware of his presence. She instinctively went for her wand, but her reflexes were off. He was much quicker that she was and he landed a punch across her face, which knocked her to the ground. Not able to get back up, the man grabbed her and hit her again before dragging her into a nearby alley.

He pressed her against the wall and looked her over. She had grown quite a bit from her Hogwarts days. She was a woman now, and a beautiful one at that. "The master wants to see you," he hissed in her ear. She began to grow aware of her surroundings and realized the situation that she was in. She tried to use her wandless magic, but she was in no condition, so she settled for trying to physically fight. That proved to be unhelpful as he just hit her again, causing her lower lip to split. "You're a feisty one, aren't you? I think I will have my way with you before I bring you to the master," he told her as he took both of her wrists in one hand. He ripped her shirt open and began to kiss her fiercely.

She shuddered at his touch; she had never felt the intimate touch of a man before and she certainly didn't want it to be this man's touch. She continued to fight, but it only turned him on more. He ripped her pants down and then his own.

She tried to cry out as he forced himself into her, but she was unsuccessful. Her throat was dry and she felt nothing but excruciating pain. He pushed harder into her, only causing her pain to grow.

He felt himself empty into her and he loosened his grip on her wrists momentarily. All though she was beaten and battered, she knew that this was her only chance to get away. She lifted her knew up quickly, catching him in the groin. He cried out in pain and slumped to the ground. She pulled her pants up and ran as fast as her body would allow her to.

Somehow, she had managed to find her way to the twins' shop. There was no direct access to their upstairs flat from the outside, so she began to bang on the door to the shop. "Fred, are you up there? Please help me! Fred!" she cried. Her voice left her, but she continued to pound on the door. She pounded on the door until all of her energy was gone and she couldn't do it any longer. The light in the shop came on just as she passed out on the ground. Her pain and exhaustion had finally overcome her.

George had come to the door to see who had been banging. He did not expect to see what he saw. Jen was lying on the ground and she was a complete mess. Her shirt was ripped, there was blood all over her pants and there were very noticeable cuts and bruises on her face and wrists. "Bloody hell! Fred!" he called up to his brother as he scooped up her battered body.

When he came up the stairs, Fred gasped at Jen's state. He quickly went into the bathroom to get a cloth and then into the kitchen to get some ice as George laid her on the sofa and put a blanket over her. Fred came in and out the ice over one of her already dark bruises while George Flooed St. Mungo's.

Moments later, a Healer and a nurse entered their flat and went straight to where Jen was lying on the sofa. They looked her over and decided to bring her to St. Mungo's immediately. When they inquired about her family, Fred simply told them that they were her only family. Fred and George went to St. Mungo's; George cradled Jen to his chest as he went through the grate.

Once they had gotten there, Jen was taken into a room to be checked over. Fred and George remained in the waiting room; George paced, impatiently waiting for news.

Fred watched his brother pacing and saw the concern in his eyes. He knew that George felt guilty for what had happened, and he should, but Fred wasn't going to tell him so. "Can you please stop pacing now?" Fred asked him.

"I can't," he responded as he continued to pace. Fred looked sympathetically at his brother. He was about to say something, but was interrupted by the Healer. "Is she okay?" George asked as soon as the Healer cleared his throat.

"Mr. Weasley, Jennifer is going to recover. However, she will be permanently scarred by this experience."

"What happened to her?" Fred asked.

"Well, she was awake just long enough to tell me what had happened," he began. He took a deep breath and continued. "She told me that she had left the Leaky Cauldron to get some air and that she felt someone coming towards her. She tried to reach for her wand, but her attacker was too quick for her. He punched her in the face and she fell down." George took a sharp breath. "Then, she told me that her attacker told her that his master wanted to see her, but that he wanted to have his way with her first." Both Fred and George were fuming with anger by this point. "She said that he ripped her shirt open and began touching and kissing her. And when she tried to get away, it only made him hurt her more. He had hit her again and then ripped her pants down and proceeded to ravage her." George punched the wall in anger. He muttered a spell to fix it as blood began to seep from his fresh wound.

"Who did this to her?" Fred asked.

"We do not know. Miss Henley did not tell me and I do not think that she wished to disclose that information to me. She seemed to be afraid of saying so," the Healer had told them.

"How is she right now?" Fred asked.

"She is resting at the moment. She has been healed and her blood replenished. Her bruises will fade in time, but the memory of this event will stay with her forever."

"Can't you just Obliviate it from her memory?" Fred asked.

"Even if I did, it would not make this memory go away." Seeing both men confused, the Healer told them the rest. "All though it only happened a short while ago, we ran some tests on her. One of the tests came back positive." The Healer hesitated for a brief moment. "I'm afraid to say that Miss Henley is pregnant."

George froze at the Healer's last words. No...this cannot be. He fell to his knees and covered his face with his hands. Fred put his hand on his brother's shoulder. "Can we go see her?" Fred asked the Healer. The Healer nodded and told them which room she was in. "Go to Jen's room. I'm going to owl the family and tell them that we are here, okay?" George nodded and managed to pull himself up from the floor and head towards her room.

When he reached her door, he paused. He had no clue as to what to say to her. He felt so guilty about this and he didn't think that he could bear the site of her lying in the hospital bed.

He decided that it didn't matter anymore because she needed him. He pushed open the door and gasped at the site of her. Sweet Merlin, what did he do to you? He sat in the chair that was next to the bed, taking her hand delicately in his own and looked at her sleeping form. He saw tubes of blood running into her arms and the bruises on her wrists and face. He felt more and more guilt wash over him as he looked at her. This is all your fault, Weasley. If you hadn't gone and said what you did, then she never would have left the Burrow.

Fred had entered the room and took a sharp breath when he saw her. He noticed George holding Jen's hand, but didn't say anything about it. "Just sent the owl. They should be here soon," he told George.

True to his word, the rest of the family arrived shortly after. They were all disturbed by Jen's appearance and asked the twins to tell them what happened. Seeing that George was not going to be able to tell them, Fred did. The entire family was appalled that this sort of thing happened to her and they each voiced their thoughts about it. Eventually, they all left, leaving Fred and George alone with her.

Fred had left to get them both a cup of tea. George stayed with Jen, resting his head on her bed. It was then that George had felt Jen's hand move. He looked up at her and saw her eyes flutter. "Jen? Can you hear me?" he asked, not letting go of her hand. She opened her eyes and looked at George, pain clearly in her eyes.

"George, is that you?" she asked. He nodded and she smiled. It felt good for her to be around a familiar face, even if it belonged to George. She went to sit up, but George told her not to and she laid back down, wincing in pain as she did so.

Fred has just come back into the room and saw that Jen was awake. "Hey. How are you feeling?" he asked her as he handed George a cup of tea.

"I'm okay, I guess. I hurt all over," she said as a tear slid down her cheek. "I just wish I could have been stronger. Then I would have been able to stop him," she said as she turned away from them and began to cry.

"Don't say that. You are a very brave woman and you are a very powerful witch. You've just had a very bad day. Don't blame yourself," Fred told her as he took the hand that George was not holding.

She turned and looked at George, her pain evident in her eyes. "I thought you hated me and didn't care about me?" she asked him through her tears.

George looked at her with anything but hateful eyes. He wiped away the tears that were falling from her eyes. "I will always care about you and I could never hate you," he told her as he placed a short and gentle kiss on her forehead. Fred saw the look on George's face as he kissed her forehead. He knew that George wanted to say so much more to her than that, but the time just wasn't right. "Now, who did this to you?" he asked her as he sat down in the chair. She looked at him in pain, but didn't say anything. That was her way of telling him that she didn't want to say. "Tell me, please." She didn't look away, but she still said nothing. The two of them looked at each other for a little while, Fred realized that they were having a silent battle about her telling him. They haven't had one of those in a very long time, Fred thought to himself. Not since before she left.

Finally, it seemed as if George won their battle because she opened her mouth to say, but no sound came out. George leaned closer to hear her better and she repeated what she had said. George was still unable to hear so he leaned so close to her that his ear was almost touching her mouth. She said the name again and he heard it loud and clear this time. His body stiffened and he sat upright, his face was completely red with anger. "What did she say?" Fred asked him. George said nothing; he only stood up and left the room. Fred looked at Jen in confusion, hoping that she would explain it to him.

"You have to stop him, Fred."

"Why? Where is he going?"

"He's going to find and kill Malfoy."

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