Fred sighed, he knew his brother's intentions were those of a pure heart, but even still, Cynthia deserved to know the truth. In fact, if George wouldn't be up to the task of telling her, then Fred would do so himself. He wasn't going to let something happen without Cynthia knowing that George truly loves her. For now, Fred had to tend the broadcast. He watched George return to Cynthia's room and didn't say a word. 

Suddenly Cynthia began coughing horribly, blood splattering from her lips. Hermione and Ginny came quickly, followed with Molly from behind. They gently pushed George aside and Ginny shoved him out the door. When he tried to go back inside, his sister prevented him from doing so. "We need to tend to her, George. Don't get in the way!" She shouted loudly, slamming the door in his face. 

From inside, Cynthia was starting to gag and Molly ordered Hermione to get warm water. Hermione conjured a bottle of heated water, handing it to Molly. Time seemed to stop as the three women tried desperately to treat Cynthia. After an hour of waiting, Fred having rejoined his side, Molly and the others came out. Their hands stained with Cynthia's blood. 

"Is she?" Fred couldn't force the words to come out. Thankfully, all three of the women shook their heads. 

"No," Molly sighed. "She's sleeping. I'm going to take her to St. Mungos. She needs medical treatment that we can't offer. She'll most likely stay there from now on." 

"But," Fred interjected, knowing George wouldn't be alright with this. 

* * * 

Draco nodded in confirmation. However, when Lillian spoke in regards to Harry's father, his curiosity was peeked. He doesn't know much, if anything, about Harry's family. So the fact that Lillian did, well, he was interested to know exactly what knowledge she had. Sadly, Narcissia called them both down to the main room suddenly. Her voice sounded strained and Draco hurried past Lillian without a second thought. 

"What's wrong, mother?" Draco immediately went to his mother's side. He became distressed by the dampness of her eyes, she was not alright. 

"Draco, Lillian," Narcissia addressed them both. "The Dark Lord is planning to attack the Burrow where he believes Harry and his friends to be held. Apparently there's a wedding going to happen in a few days and you're both assigned to be present and capture Harry or his friends if able." 

Draco frowned, "Us?"

Narcissia nodded, "Yes."