Ember. It means fire. Ember was never safe. Even before she was born she was coverted. Hunted. She's the last of her kind. Once there were many. Once there were four. Four families. One for each element. Air. Water. Earth. Fire. Every other family e...
But Ember's attention was drawn to someone else. She had not expected him to be there but was overjoyed he was. Ember wrenched herself from Dumbledore's steadying hand and was limping as fast as she could towards George. George whirled around as soon as he heard the door open and he sprinted towards her without hesitation as she started limping towards him.
Ember threw her arms around George's shoulders and he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off her feet and swinging her slightly.
"Are you okay?" George said, his voice tight with emotion.
"Even better, now." Ember whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek. "I was starting to think I'd never see you again."
"I wouldn't of stopped looking. Ever." George promised, burying his head in her left shoulder.
"I know." Ember said, smiling against his shoulder.
George put her down back on her feet and pulled away slightly to look at her, his arms still wrapped around her waist. His breath caught in his throat when he saw all her injuries. The large bruise on the left side of her face. Her bleeding right shoulder. Her heavily bandaged calf, the bandages now dyed red from all the blood. Her arms covered in puncture marks from all the injections.
A look of anger came over George face. An expression she had never seen on his face.
"Hey, hey, I'm okay." Ember promised, moving her arms from his shoulders to wrap them around his waist instead hugging him tightly.
George couldn't bring himself to speak and he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, being careful of her injured shoulder.
"You will be once I'm through with you." Madam Pomfrey said, wrenching her away from George and into a bed and started working on patching her up, George standing next to her bed, holding her hand tightly.
Who - Must - Not - Be - Named has returned to this country and is once more active.
'"It is with great regret that I must confirm that the wizard styling himself Lord - well, you know who I mean - is alive and among us again," said Fudge, looking tired and flustered as he addressed reporters. "It is with almost equal regret that we report the mass revolt of the dementors of Azkaban, who have shown themselves averse to continuing in the Ministry's employ. We believe the dementors are currently taking direction from Lord - Thingy. We urge the magician population to remain vigilant. The Ministry is currently publishing guides to elementary home and personal defence which will be delivered free to all wizarding homes within the coming month."
