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The winter holidays came and went. The Weasley’s stayed at Hogwarts that Christmas, but Jordyn went home. On Christmas morning, Jordyn was surprised to find a package delivered by an owl from Molly.

Dear Jordyn,

Fred told me about his scarf that got ruined by the weather last quidditch game, so I made you a replacement. 

Happy Christmas, love, 

Molly Weasley

Jordyn pulled out a gold and red scarf from the package. She threw it over her shoulders and wrapped it around her body. A familiar smell of vanilla and fire mixed together and lingered on the scarf, a smell she found herself sensing often when around the Weasley children. 

“Who’s that from?” Mrs. Marchbanks asked.

“It’s from Mrs. Weasley, Fred and George’s mum,” 

“Well isn’t that nice of her, we’ll have to do something in return.”

“I think she’d like that. We could knit her something this summer, and you could help me!” Jordyn suggested.

“I love that idea,”

Jordyn returned to Hogwarts the first week of January. After returning, it felt like the next months of school rushed together. Nights were spent until the closing minutes of the library, trying to help the twins study, but neither of them focused enough. She also helped Cedric study, which was much easier than helping the twins, since he actually wanted to do well on his O.W.L.S. Jordyn found herself spending a lot more time with her roommates than she ever had in the years before, gossiping about boys, Lissie and Savannah trying to find out which Weasley twin was which and which one Jordyn liked, but she didn’t tell anyone. She hadn’t even come to terms with herself about falling head over heels for Fred. In the Gryffindor common room, there was another break in by Sirius Black, and Jordyn had her recurring nightmare once more, before Cedric got her more dreamless sleeping potion. Gryffindor won the Quidditch cup, leading to a nightmare party, where Jordyn experienced a drunk Fred and George for the first time. 

One night in the common room, with Cedric and Jordyn studying, Cedric broke the silence in the room.

“Dad got tickets to the Quidditch World Cup,” he started.

“What is that exactly?” Jordyn asked.

“It’s a quidditch match that happens every four years against worldwide quidditch teams. This year is Ireland versus Bulgaria!”

“Oh so it’s like the Olympics!”

“The what?”

“I’ll explain later. Get on with the world cup.”

“And mum isn’t exactly the quidditch watching type, and dad’s got an extra ticket, so would you like to come with the two of us?” Cedric asked.

“I would love to! That’s so exciting!”

O.W.L.S came and went, and school was coming to an end. Jordyn couldn’t wait for the summer. 

“Ms. Marchbanks, Ms. Marchbanks, wake up.” 

Jordyn woke up to Professor Sprout shaking her.

“What’s wrong?”

“Professor Dumbledore requested your presence, come with me.”

Jordyn’s stomach dropped. She got up from her bed and followed Sprout to Dumbledore’s office, where he sat by himself, with a phoenix in his office.

“Ah, Ms. Marchbanks, I’m sorry to bother you this late, but we received a letter from your mother, somehow, I assume you have an owl that visits often. Besides the point,”

He handed her the letter. Jordyn’s hands trembled as she opened it.

Jordyn,

Hi love. I hate to tell you this news over a letter, but it couldn’t wait another week or so until you got home. 

Your father got into a car crash this morning, I’m so sorry, but he’s

Jordyn didn’t finish the letter. She felt her legs give out from underneath her. She started to cry, trying to keep it silent as she fell to the ground.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Ms. Marchbanks. If you would like, we can send you home now.” Dumbledore said.

“Please,” was all Jordyn could say.

Sprout helped her up and they went back to the common room, where she packed all her things and wrote quick letters to Cedric and the twins. 

Dumbledore and many of the other professors met Jordyn and Sprout at the Great Hall. Jordyn had left her note for Cedric on her roommates trunk, along with a smaller note for them so they would give it to him. She then asked Professor McGonnagall to give her letter to the twins.

That night became blocked out from her memory. She didn’t remember getting back home, she must have been asleep most of the way, but she remembered hugging her mom when she got to Kings Cross Station and the two cried together. When they got to their house, they sat on the couch and cried some more. 

There were things left to Jordyn, such as her dad’s guitars. He had so many, and she didn’t know how to keep them all. There was a note from him as well, reflecting on how special she was and how he couldn’t be more proud of her. She wondered when he wrote it and when he had planned on giving it to her, it’s not like he could have known this would happen. 

Cedric and the twins came to the funeral. She couldn’t have been more grateful for them at a time like this. Cedric left that night, but Molly allowed the twins to stay over. They did what they normally did: watched old movies and listened to records, and they sat together, letting Jordyn cry as her dad’s favorite songs played.

The next morning when they left, she gave them both a guitar.

“Jordyn, we can’t take these.” George said.

“Please, my dad would have wanted it. Plus, I have so many more. I know you guys wanted some, so, please take them.”

“Of course,” Fred said.

The boggart stayed in Jordyn’s mind throughout the rest of the week. The only peace she found was when she had astronomy on Tuesday. Each night she had the dream of the boggart, to the point where she avoided sleep altogether. She would wake up in the middle of the night from her dreams and go sit on the couch in the common room, putting everything into her homework to try and distract her. She hadn’t told anyone about the dreams, about the boggart. The only people that knew were those in the classroom Monday.

On Tuesday during study hall, she noticed Draco Malfoy in a sling, and overheard a conversation between Hermione, Ron and Harry about something that happened in Care of Magical Creatures, a class she had earlier that day. Hagrid had a whole lesson prepared, but it was changed at the last minute, and now she knew why. Then Seamus came running into the Great Hall.

“He’s been sighted, he’s been sighted!” Seamus shouted, throwing a paper onto the Gryffindor table.

Jordyn ran over and moved the twins away from each other, sitting in between them. 

“Who?” Ron asked.

“Sirius Black!”

Everyone at the table crowded around the paper. A shudder went through Jordyn’s spine. 

“Dufftown? That’s not far from here,” Hermione said. 

“You don’t think he’d come to Hogwarts? Do you?” Neville asked.

“There’s dementors at every entrance,” Fred said.

“Dementors,” Seamus started. “He’s already slipped past them once, who’s to say he won’t do it again.”

Jordyn watched fear come to Harry’s face. 

“That’s right, Black could be anywhere. It’s like trying to catch smoke, like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands,” another student added.

They all stared at the paper, before Harry went to go back to his work. 

It was finally Friday night. Jordyn would have all of Saturday to be with the twins, helping them study for their O.W.L.S. at the end of the year. She tried to go to sleep, but maybe had an hour or two to actually sleep before the dream happened once more. So, she got up and headed to the common room. She had gone five days without a goods night sleep, and her friends were starting to notice. 

“So this is why the muggles try therapy,” she thought to herself as she dove into her homework from Professor Sinistra. The door to the common room opened, and a tired Cedric walked in.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I couldn’t really sleep,” she responded, a slight smile on her face. 

“Would you like to talk about why? I’ve noticed you haven’t been sleeping recently.” Cedric sat down on the couch next to Jordyn.

“It’s nothing, just excitement, I guess.”

“Excitement for what?”

“This new school year. All the great opportunities for this year?” Jordyn tried to convince Cedric, but he knew her too well.

“What’s wrong Jordyn? Why haven’t you slept?”

“In Defense Against the Dark Arts on Monday, we went over boggarts, and when I went up, I saw something.”

“Was it a clown?”

Jordyn laughed, “No, that’s what I thought it would be. But instead, it turned into Fred, George...and you. The three of you were on the ground, dead. And I couldn’t do anything about it. I forgot the spell and I couldn’t save you.”

“It wasn’t real.” Cedric said, taking her homework from her and wrapping his arms around her, and small tears came out of her eyes.

“I know it wasn’t real, but then Sirius Black was sighted and now it feels all too real. It could be a possibility, and I couldn’t stop it. He’s a murderer.”

“Jordyn, I promise you, I’ll protect you. I’ll protect the twins.”

“I’ll protect you,” Jordyn cried.

She fell asleep on the couch in Cedric’s arm, and when she woke up from the dream, he calmed her down. She made the rest of the night without having the dream, and when he woke up in the morning for breakfast, he wrote a quick note for her to let her know where he was, then ran to the Great Hall.

Instead of going to the Hufflepuff table, he went to the Gryffindor table, sitting across from the twins.

“We need to talk about Jordyn.”

“What’s wrong? Is she hurt?” Fred asked.

“She’s fine, mostly. In Defense Against the Dark Arts, her boggart turned into us three, dead. It’s been haunting her dreams, and she hasn’t slept since Monday night, but she did sleep some last night. I know she was supposed to help you study, but I think it’s best if she rests today, gets as much sleep as possible.”

The twins nodded in agreement. 

“What if we got the sleeping draught? Charlie had to make it in his sixth year, and I assume it works. She could get real sleep, and wouldn’t have the dream,” George suggested.

“George that’s brilliant,” Cedric replied. “I can ask Madame Pomfrey or even Professor Snape if we can have some. I’m sure they’ll understand. I’ll see you boys later.”

Cedric got up from the table, and headed off to the Hufflepuff table.

“Can we come see her?” Fred asked.

“Of course, just make sure to keep it low. She should rest.” Cedric smiled, turned around and went to his breakfast.

“Well, while he gets the potion, we can go be with her, play some records, try and cheer her up?” George said. 

“Why didn’t she tell us what happened?” Fred asked. 

George could tell he was offended that Jordyn hadn’t come to either of them. 

“I’m not sure Freddie, but you can’t get mad at her when we see her. She’s already stressed out as is.”

The two got up from the table and headed off to the Hufflepuff common room.

“What if we went pranking with her instead?” Fred asked.

School years were never truly safe at Hogwarts. Because of quidditch, children were being sent to hospital wings at the end of every week, spending anywhere from hours to weeks with Madame Pomfrey. But that was as dangerous as it got. But then Harry Potter came to Hogwarts. His first year there was fine, a small incident happened at the end of the year with a chess game that landed Ron and Harry in the hospital wing...and somehow because of that they won the House cup, which angered anyone that wasn’t a Gryffindor. Jordyn had already spent most of the fall crying over Freddie Mercury’s death, so she had considered this the worst year ever. The next year, a lot more people were targeted, including Jordyn. She was stuck in the hospital wing, completely petrified, and was unaware of anything going on. 

Fred and George had visited her in the hospital everyday after classes, and while Fred kept his composure, George would often cry about their best friend. The day that she was cured was the best day for the boys, and they vowed that they would never have time apart from her as much as they could.

Her parents considered not sending her back the next year, but after hours of begging and visits from the twins as well as Cedric, they decided that she would be benefiting by going to Hogwarts. That was when Jordyn decided to no longer tell her parents about what happened at Hogwarts. 

That summer was the most fun Jordyn had ever had,even if it was just for the first week. The three watched every movie they could get their hands on and listened to every record the twins were missing out on. They went to museums with Jordyn’s parents, taking in a new culture they had never really been exposed to, then going home to tell Arthur all about it. But then the boys went on a family summer trip to Egypt, so most of the time, Cedric came over, where Cedric would talk about Cho, a girl in Jordyn’s year from Ravenclaw, and Jordyn would think about how much she missed the twins. 

After hearing that Cedric would come over for dinners throughout the summer, Fred wanted to come back more than ever. At the time, he was unsure of why he felt such an urge to be close to Jordyn whenever Cedric was around, but George knew the minute that Fred had mentioned the letter Jordyn had written about Cedric. 

The days leading up to her next year at Hogwarts were uneventful until she had met up with the Weasley family at the Leaky Cauldron.

“So this is the infamous Jordyn I’ve heard all about?”

“Hi Mrs. Weasley,” she said, holding out her hand for Molly to shake.

Molly quickly wrapped her in a hug, ignoring Jordyn’s hand.

“Please, call me Molly.”

The simple comment made Jordyn grin, which then made Fred and George tease her the rest of the day.