sapphire || fred weasley

forty-eight

Triggering content, viewer discretion advised. *(Body image issues)*

Fred gently placed Beatrice's frail body on one of the beds from the hospital floor in 12 Grimmauld Place. He and Poppy could hear the muffled arguing going on downstairs between the Black brothers, Charlie and George who were the only other official Order members.

With a flick of his wand, the door to the hospital floor closed with a loud bang, creating enough silence so that Poppy could check on Bea in a more peaceful manner. Fred sat on the edge of Bea's bed and held her hand while Poppy casted more intricate and advanced diagnose spells to see what was missed from the basic scan she had done back in the cell.

Fred ignored the warm blood dripping from his forehead, shaking his head wordlessly when Poppy tried to asses the superficial cut. Fred couldn't stop staring at Beatrice's sunken features.

Her eyes were closed, lashes fluttering but the tension and fear were still carved into her unconscious features. His heart ached at the sight of the love of his life.

Hurting. Fragile. Delicate. Frightened.

The complete opposite of the Beatrice whose entrancing blue eyes captivated him again after years of not knowing anything from her.

His gaze shifted towards Poppy whose brows were knitted togethe, mumbling under her breath as she read the new diagnose spell.

"What is it?" he asked worriedly.

"There's definitely some brain damage but I can fix that now," Poppy answered. "The downpart is that there's evidence on her brain of extensive nerve end damage from the cruciatus curse. I can also fix that but it's going to take longer for full recovery with the physical therapy which will help with the tremors in her hands and trembling in her body."

"What else, besides that which is clearly the biggest issue," Fred sighed and stroked Bea's cheek with his thumb.

"Obvious signs of malnutrition, I don't think they even gave her food by this point, see this?" Poppy said, pointing with her wand at a list showing from the golden hologram.

"Yeah," Fred nodded.

"This diagnose spell helps me see what potions a person has been taking, it's very useful since sometimes small children drink certain potions accidentally and their parents don't know which one they took," Poppy explained.

"Bea's been taking a single vial of nutritional potion every twenty-four hours. That means that not only they weren't feeding her anything but that, but they were definitely trying to starve her. At St. Mungo's, with the patients like the Longbottoms, since they have no motor skills we have to feed them nutritional potions. The amount required for someone the height and weight of Bea would have at least been five vials a day and she was only getting one. That's fucked up."

"Fucking shit," Fred muttered. "What else is wrong?"

"Well, there is also clear sign of seizures, see the red dots in the scan of her brain?"

"Yeah."

"That is definitely from aggressive legillimency, there are also bruises and cuts all over her body," Poppy added. "I assume they used other torture methods besides the cruciatus. The scars and cuts on her face I can fix easily so that they won't be noticeable, but the ones on her stomach and legs are deeper so they'll leave a white line after I'm done healing them.

"What I am really worried about is her level of starvation. Now that she's here and safe, she not only will have to take five nutritional potions on a daily basis, but she also needs to have at least three meals a day, if not more."