The Potter Twins and the Philosopher's Stone

Infirmary

**Emilia's POV**
Everything hurt. Everything. I couldn't move. I heard and felt everything, but I couldn't do anything about it.

I heard Harry yelling out to me. I wanted to yell back, and I tried, but my voice was caught in my dried throat.

Everything hurt.

"Emilia," a soft voice spoke next to my ear. "Um... I just heard about what's happened from Angelina. Word spreads quickly, eh?" they laughed but with no humor. "Anyways, um, I'm down here because Harry sent me. He's not allowed to leave the common room for the rest of the night, so he sent me here to make sure you were alright first hand."

George.

"I'm not even sure if you can hear me right now, but everyone's going bonkers. Harry's running mad thinking it's all his fault, Hermione hasn't said a word, and Ron keep suggesting they break out to see you. Never mind Fred. He doesn't know what's happened because no one is telling him. I feel bloody bad, but if he knew he'd blow a hole through the castle and sprint over here."

Why would Fred even care? Wasn't I just overdramatic and stubborn?

"Look, Emi, I know what happened after your charms class. He didn't mean it like that, mate. I'm not exactly sure what he meant, but... I'm not helping, am I?" He took deep breath and held my right hand in between both of his callused ones. "Emi just... just please don't be dead. For Merlin's sake, please don't be dead." For a moment, he just stayed like that- holding my hand in his. After what felt like an eternity, the lady that brought me here spoke up.

"Alright, George, visiting times up."

He leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.

"Remember what we talked about, love," he whispered before getting up and leaving.

Remember what we talked about. How could I forget?

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**Harry's POV**
"And?!" I snapped at George the second he walked into the common room. It came out a bit harsher than intended as everyone looked at me, worry filling their eyes.

"She's unconscious, but Madam Pomfrey says she should be fine."

"Is she gonna wake up?" Hermione asked form her curled up position on the floor by the fire. He hesitated. I couldn't take it.

I ran towards the portrait hole, ready to jump out and sprint to Emi- to my sister! It wasn't fair that I wasn't allowed to see her! How do I even know she was alive!

"Harry, stop!" Ron held me back by grabbing me around the waist, pulling me away from the portrait. "If you go now and break the rules, you won't be able to see her for another week because of all the detentions you'll get," Ron reasoned as peacefully as he could, which wasn't peaceful at all. I calmed down a bit, taking a deep breath. "That's it mate. Breathe. It's alright, if something were wrong, George would've told us. Right George?" We all turned to look at the red head.

"Definitely. I'll check up on her whenever you need me to, mates," he weakly nodded at me, I doing the same. Ron finally let me go and I flopped onto the couch.

"Hey, has anyone seen Fred?" a girl that came from the girls dorms asked. "We were meant to start our Astronomy project hours ago and the bastard still hasn't shown up."

"He's probably just sleeping, Katie," George shrugged it off.

"Nah, mate," their other friend Lee Jordan said, apparently now a part of the conversation too. "I was just up there. No sign of him."

"Where the bloody hell is the idiot? This project is due tomorrow," Katie crossed her arms.

"I really just don't know Katie, maybe-" George looked completely done, but then a look of realization hit his face like a runaway truck. "I know where he is."

"Where then! I haven't got all night, skippy," Katie sassed.

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**Fred's POV**
Everything is just going wrong! Literally, why does the universe hate me!

I went down to visit Emi again and I couldn't help but feel like it was all my fault!

She looked so peaceful asleep, but I knew she was hurting- hurting because of me. Her red hair was wrapped in a bloody bandage that went around her forehead.

If she hadn't taken what I said the wrong way, she would've been with us at the feast, and if she were with us at the feast, she wouldn't have been in the bathrooms, and if she hadn't been in the bathrooms, she wouldn't have gotten beaten, and if she hadn't gotten beaten, she wouldn't be laying practically lifeless on a hospital bed!

I sat in a chair next to her bed and just put my head in my hands and cried.

Why do I even feel this emotional?! It's only like three months into the year so why does this hit me so bloody hard!

"Because you love her, mate." I turned to my right to see George standing there, hand on my shoulder. "It's fine to admit it. Maybe not to her, but at the very least don't call her things behind her back, Freddie." I know George meant it in a lovingly joking way, but for some reason I just snapped.

"But I didn't!"

"You called her over-emotional and stubborn."

"Yeah but in a good way!"

"How on earth could either of those things be meant as compliments, Freddie?" I put my head in my hands again. I'm just terrible with people I guess. I can pull pranks and joke my way through life, but that just isn't how life works, is it?

"We're just kids," I mumbled between two sniffles.

"I know mate, I know. This is a bloody messed up world, but we gotta work with it." I nodded, standing back up. Georgie patted his hands on my shoulders as if it say it were alright. "Let's go get some food from the kitchen or something."

"No thanks," I said, wiping a stray tear from my eye. "You go ahead. I'm gonna stay here for a bit."

"Alright, mate. Just don't be too long. You know what happens if Madam Pomfrey catches you," he huffed a laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

"Will do." And with that he head off, and it was just me alone in the dark infirmary with nothing but Emilia's limp body to remind me of how stupid I was.