Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, nor do I own George Weasley (No matter how much I wish I did. ;) ) nor do I own any other characters from the HP universe mentioned in this fic. They are owned by JK Rowling.
Summary: Dru Carney has never had a normal life. She was discovered as a witch when she was eleven, graduated top of her class at Merlin's Academy for Witches and Wizards, and now has a mysterious phoenix that won't leave her side. So, it's not really that big of a deal when she stumbles upon a dark wizard's rituals and George Weasley shows up to investigate. Right? Right?
Ratings: M for sexual content.
This my first story here on Fanfiction, so tell me what you guys think! I really like reviews. They're pretty.
This particular story came about when my friend and I were discussing what we thought George Weasley would do after the war, and how he dealt with Fred's death. And so, it morphed into this. I'll probably update about once a week or so, depending on what you guys think.
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Curses in all different colors and shapes flew overhead as Dru crouched behind an upended table. Her wand peaked over the table and she shouted random spells, pointing in an estimated guess as to where her adversary crouched behind a couch. A crucio hit her protego charm and she winced as her shields lessened. She let out a huff of air as the curses ceased and thought back to how she got into this position in the first place.
She was sitting in her apartment, reading a potions textbook in preparation for her Auror exams. She smiled as she thought back to the last few years. She had graduated from the Maw, as Merlin's Academy for Witches and Wizards was sometimes called, and had entered in Auror training. The past few years had been grueling on her and her fellow trainees, but now their hard work was finally paying off. The tell-tale pop of someone Apparating into her living room roused her from her thoughts.
"Dru?" Her best friend called. "Are you in?" Dru smiled and sat the book down before getting up and walking into the living room.
"What's up, Nell?" Nell grinned mischievously, her green eyes twinkling. Dru suppressed a groan. Those looks never boded well for her.
"Me and Tim decided that you're studying too hard," Nell replied authoritatively, her grin never subsiding. "We decided that you're going clubbing with us." Despite Dru's horror at the idea, her lips twitched into a wry smile.
"You and Tim decided this?" She asked dryly, sinking onto her couch beside her friend. Nell's grin turned sheepish.
"Well, I did, and then I dragged Tim into it as well." Dru's sympathies went out to Nell's poor boyfriend. It was quite obvious that the tiny girl wore the pants in their relationship.
"I really don't want to go," She told Nell, tucking a strand of curly black hair behind her ear. The other girl just drew her wand and waved it.
"There," she said. "All dressed. Let's go." Dru slowly looked down, scared of what she would see. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she was dressed in a black trench coat, grey wife beater, dark washed jeans, and combat boots.
"At least I'm not a clown whore this time." Nell blushed, as both of them remembered the time that she was drunk and transfigured Dru's clothes into pinstripe sophies, suspenders, and not much else.
"That was one time!" She protested loudly. "Now, come on. The night's not gonna get any younger." Dru sighed. She knew Nell wouldn't leave until she went. Nell grinned and grabbed her arm, Apparating to the Dancing Unicorn.
Dru blinked at the unexpected side-along and her world spun as she waited for the side effects of Apparating to disappear. When her world righted once more, she blinked and glanced around the crowded dance club. The music was deafening and the room was filled with a hazy smoke brought on by cigarettes and too many fog spells. A tall, bulky figure caught her eye and she waved at Tim, who grinned at her before embracing Nell and giving her a quick kiss.
The two made a comical couple, with Tim's large, hulking frame and sheepish demeanor and Nell's tiny body coupled with her domineering personality. Dru grinned, despite her surroundings. She wouldn't trade her friends for all the magic in the world.
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Dru groaned and leaned her head against the brick wall outside of the club. She had had a few too many Firewhiskeys, and her brain and stomach had started to feel it.
"Dru, babe, you okay?" Nell's voice knifed through her skull. Dru squinted at her friend.
"Not really," she admitted. Dru hated drinking because she never seemed to get truly drunk, and she was left with a nasty head ache and nausea. "I think I'm gonna go gets some coffee from the shop across the street and then head home." Nell frowned.
"You shouldn't have drank so much," the brunette informed Dru, who glowered.
"You're the one that brought me here!" She protested. Nell shrugged conceding the point, and after goodbyes and a promise to floo one another later, Dru walked across the street and into the dark coffee shop.
The place was large and cozy, filled with couches and chairs and tables. Torches lined the walls and the counter tops shone brightly. But the main thing that Dru focused on was the circle of black cloaked figures in the center of the room crowding around a lone figure in the middle.
"Oh, sorry," Dru said nervously as they all turned around to stare at her behind the darkness of their cloaks. "I didn't realize you were closed." The sign outside that flashed magical messages had said 'open 24 hours'.
She started to back up to the door, and the figure in the middle hissed a 'GET HER! THERE MUST BE NO WITNESSES!' And that left Dru where she was hiding behind a couch, all but one of her six opponents lying on the floor, stunned. She was tiring quickly, her magical energy drained. She was good, but not even she could take on six dark wizards and come out alive.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" Dru glanced up from her position at the right side of the store and saw a tall, thin man holding up a wand at her last opponent, who was sprawled on the ground. She almost groaned in relief and stood up, working the kinks out of her back and neck, secretly sizing up the newcomer.
"That was quite a spectacle," he said in a drawling British accent. He wore odd robes and a cloak, uncommon in the Florida heat. His head was topped in a shock of orange hair and his brown eyes shone beneath his fringe.
"Who are you?" She asked, wincing at her voice, hoarse after shouting so many spells. The dark wizards started to stir. The man glanced at them and shook his head.
"No time to explain," he said, holding out his hand. "Come with me, or stay here and deal with this lot, but neither of us are in any condition to fight anymore." Dru glanced suspiciously at his hand, but then decided that if he was out to get her, he would've killed her when he had the chance. She walked over and took his hand, and he Apparated them away. When she recovered, she noticed that they had Apparated to a sparse apartment living room. She let go of the man's hand and turned to face him.
"Thanks," she said uncertainly. The man smiled thinly and smoothed hair down on the right side. The movement looked odd, and she frowned. Something wasn't right about the right side of his head. "You have no ear!" She exclaimed. He scowled and looked away. Dru blushed and tried to stammer out an apology, but he held up his hand.
"It's fine," he said wearily. "You get used to after a while." Dru nodded, but was silent, and the silence stretched uncomfortably until the man broke it.
"So, what's your name?" He asked. She smiled up at him, relieved.
"I'm Dru," she told him. "Who are you? And who were those people?" He smiled back, amusement glinting in his eyes.
"My names George Weasley and you've just gotten yourself into a world of trouble."
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