Merry Christmas, My Frelle-ains! So, you didn't really think I was going to just leave you hanging with that sad little scene, huh? No - no, it's Christmas after all - so! Here is a 'Teaser Chapter' Which is pretty much going to be Fred's PoV to the 1st Chapter (which will still premier some time in March)

KirileeMoore: The story was AMAZING!!!! Buuuut HOW CAN YOU END IT LIKE THAT!!! NOOOOO IT'S A CLIFF HANGER!!!! *cries* I don't wanna wait! I want it nooooooooow!!! Wah! :( Really good story thought. :) Btw you should give us a really nice Christmas present and release the book on Christmas!!! ;)

Well.... wish granted ;)

FRED

     The slick stone walls of the dungeons rippled with flickering candlelight as George and I descended to our Potions lecture. It was our last year, and we still had to deal with Snape. I was bloody excited that we were nearly done. Sighing, I shoved open the door and immediately my mind was filled with thoughts of Elle. She had been the only thing on my mind for the longest time. 

      "Thinking of Eliza again, Fred?" A calm Blake gave me a pitying look while arranging papers on her desk. Though she had been in Advanced Potions last year, Blake had to retake the class because Snape had failed her. She'd murmured under her breath, at the start of term feast, about the issue. It had something to do with "outright insolence" and "mixing the wrong ingredients on the O.W.L.S." I could recall the shrill tone she'd used as she mimicked the drab professor over the nose of the return feast.

      I scratched the back of my head and threw my bag onto the floor of George and I's shared desk. "Yeah, I really hope she'll be fine while I'm away," I said, not feeling ashamed to admit she had me worried.

      Blake grinned and nudged my shoulder, excitedly. "Don't worry about it Fred! Our Ellie-wellie will be fine! Besides, it's already a few days before Halloween, if she hasn't woken up by now, I don't think sh-" Blake clapped a hand over her mouth and George gave me a withering look.

        Blake's face flushed and her eyes glimmered a little while she gave me a shocked look and waved her hands frantically around. "N-No, that's not what I meant! I - I only was trying to say that she probably won't wake up until you get back! Sh-she's going to be fine! The people at St. Mungo's said so! That's why they allowed her to be taken home, right?!" She blathered, face growing more and more red as she continued on.

       Even though I knew what she meant, I couldn't help but feel slightly put out. Elle had been in a coma for seven months, and while the nurses and doctors at St. Mungo's kept reassuring us that she only needed time for her brain to recuperate, I couldn't help but feel as if she was slowly slipping away.

      George rolled his eyes and shook my shoulder. More students filtered in the dungeon classroom as he flicked Blake in the middle of her forehead. She flushed a deep shade and apologized once more, settling into the desk in front of us. 

     "Cheer up, mate," George assured me. "She'll be fine - no need to worry about it."

I only nodded and glared down at my Potions book. Blake patted my hand one more time and gave me a weary smile. "She'll be great - then you can take her on your guys' first date. I'm sure her parents will explain everything to her as soon as she wakes up, and then she'll come back to Hogwarts!"

I looked up at the same time as George did and our eyes met with the same amount of guilt. Technically speaking, Elle was no where near her house. In fact, she was laying in a vacant room in the second floor of the 12th building of Grimmauld Place. 

Personally, I and George were against the idea of her staying in the base of the Order of the Phoenix, if she woke up and no one was home, she would probably freak out - and possibly have a heart attach. However, Hermione scolded us, lecturing me about how the base was more convenient - how she needed magical medical attention and their parents wouldn't be able to care for her the right way.

Eventually, I backed down.

Snape stalked up to his desk and slammed a thick Mastering Potions book on it, giving the room a large and deep scowl. The toad was getting to him too. Umbridge was killing every one - especially the teachers. 

George and Blake whispered back and forth, chuckling under their breath. Snape's eyes traveled around the room with a deadly force until his coal black eyes settled on me viciously. He opened his mouth menacingly, as if to throw some insult towards me. At least, he was until McGonagall appeared in the door way of the dungeon classroom.

"Uhm, excuse me Professor, but I must insist that I take Mr. Weasley to my office." Her eyes darted towards me with a sudden sense of urgency. "Now."

Snape's defensive body language relaxed and he gave Professor McGonagall a sincerely concerned look. It seemed to me that Snape preferred Elle to Hermione when it came to students. She definitely was not a snob with a high IQ problem. "Yes, of course." He nodded and gave me a sneer, then pretended as if the interruption never occurred.

       The room seemed as if to darken as my brother and Blake turned to watch me with wide eyes. My stomach churned and I forced myself to stand. We all knew, even the eavesdroppers in the class too, that this was either very good... or very bad news.

     After all, Snape didn't let students out of class easily, regardless of other professors' demands. My friends offered me reassuring nods with tight smiles as I grabbed my book bag, clutching it tightly. My nerves felt like they'd been zapped by a beam of lightning. I could taste iron on my tongue.

     Quickly, McGonagall walked me through the stone halls, never once stopping to grab anyone else out of class. That unnerved me. She didn't even stop to get Hermione. What was going on?

     Out of the dungeons and up a tower, McGonagall led me into her office. Keeping the silence unbroken, she checked once more for anyone following us before closing the door tightly and ushering me inside. The room itself was stamped with the Gryffindor seal of approval. It was adorned with red and gold decorations and littered with an organized chaos of books and scrolls about the art of Transfiguration.

      Finally, she broke the silence without hesitation. Her eyes darted sharply behind her spectacles and her hands twisted methodically at her waist. "Mr Weasley," she began, "as you can see this is very urgent. It appears that you may be the only one who can help us. We'd asked if Hermione could help, but Padfoot --"

     She whispered quieter as if Umbridge had ears in every wall in the Castle, and maybe she did. "They asked someone to calm her. I feel you are best for that." She wrung her hands and pulled an old thing from a drawer in her desk.

      "Uhm, Professor... what exactly is that?" I rose a brow gave the device a curious look over. It was clearly a Muggle invention. 

"A telephone." She sniffed and pulled the top off of it, then punched the buttons labeled with numbers and waited. After a few minutes she perked up and stood straighter. "Ah, yes - Umbridge can't connect through this - She... she what?"

There was silence for a minute, and McGonagall's face tightened and she put a hand on her cheek, her face was a mixture of amusement and frustration. "She hit you? Then - locked? In the toilet?" McGonagall sighed and nodded, though I don't think the person on the other end of the phone could see her doing so.

"Alright, well - I have a solution, if you could get the phone to her? You can? Okay - alright, I'll give the phone over." McGonagall waved me over frantically and I quickly stepped up towards the desk, not entirely sure how I should feel. What was going to happen on the other end of this... phone?

      Numbly, I grasped the cool plastic in my hands and rested it against my ear, as I'd seen Professor do. "H-Hello?" I called, straining my ear to hear something.

On the other end, there was harsh breathing and the sound of scurrying against the floor boards. "H-Hello?" A voice breathed out, restlessly and the sound of it in my head echoed over and over. She was alive, she was fine, and more importantly. She was awake. And alone, with Sirius Black. "Fred?"

"Hey, good morning Sleeping Beauty." I breathed into the phone, feeling as if a thousand pounds were lifted from my shoulders. "How are you?"

Elle's breathing was frantic and the sound of some one knocking on a door from her end of the conversation slightly confused me. "Wh-where the hell am I?! It-it's him Fred! You have to believe me! I woke up, and, and Sirius Black, Fred! Fucking BLACK! He's trying to kill me! I decked him in the face and I managed to hide out in the bathroom - you have to send some one, please...."

I chuckled and rubbed a hand over my face, I could practically see her with a shower rod, about to beat the pulp out of Padfoot. "Hey, Elle - let's think about this rationally, okay? You're pumped up with drugs right now, but come on - don't be dense. Here's the thing, why would he give you the phone if he was trying to kill you?"

"P-phone... Yeah... What a stupid wanker..." She mumbled, sounding suddenly tired. "But... Wait... Huh?"

"You're too drugged for this much activity, Letter." I snickered and rolled my eyes. "Look - just listen to me, you trust me right?"

Elle snorted and I could just imagine her rolling her eyes. "Ya, of course I do - unless... You know - you are being Fred..." 

      I could hear muffled calls from her end of the line and tried to bite back a laugh. I knew she was terrified, and I didn't want to face her wrath by laughing at her now. 

      "Good enough," I admitted. "Now you need to trust me. I'll explain everything later, but for now, just listen." I waited for her to reply but I was only met with slower breathing. "Okay, he is only trying to help you. You were in a coma. He's a friend of Dumbledore's. He's not going to hurt you--"

       "--He's killed people! How would he be a friend of --"

I smirked and watched as McGonagall gave me a nervous look, checking the hallway - I'd almost forgotten that I was on a tight schedule. "Shut up, Elizabeth, kay?"

She whimpered a little and made a rusting sound. I almost thought that I'd scared her when she muttered a curse and a hiss. "Shit, I ripped my stitches." More rustling sounds filled my ears and my heart began skipping a beat. Which stitches was she talking about? "Fred... Fine, I promise, I promise I'll be good, I won't hit him again, but please - get some one I know to come down here and help me... This is creeping me out too much."

I chuckled breathlessly and smiled lightly. "Don't worry Letter, someone is on their way." 

She chuckled and took a deep breath. "If I die... I will haunt you."

Grinning, I leaned over the desk and stared straight at the stone wall across from me, pretending it was a mirror into her world. "I wouldn't expect any thing less."

Now, I know you didn't read the top part... So go read it again, no Author's Note on the bottom this time ;) xxJess

Trailer is on the side! It's not very good, but hey.... yeah.... 

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