Hi, guys! Okay this is my first try at a Harry Potter story (well really a George and OC story). Here's a few things that should be established before you start reading...
1. This takes place immediately after the battle.
2. Sirius, Remus, Tonks, and Fred have not died.
3. George did lose his ear though.
Please tell me what you think!
I heard her before I saw her. She was inching her way around the corner of the wall. She was headed towards one of the last families here. They were too busy relishing in the pure bliss of having all made it through the battle to notice.
I got up from my spot, ignoring the sticky blood that covered my face. The pain radiating through my head was back to a sharp throbbing pain. At this point I couldn't care less about my own pain, though.
All I wanted was for her to feel pain. I wanted her to suffer like she made my parents suffer. I wanted Mallory Gorkovich to feel every ounce of the burning pain that she made her victims feel.
Her eyes locked on mine when she finally noticed me standing less than a foot away from her. Before she could raise her wand, I had swung my right fist, allowing it to collide with her jaw.
She screamed out a string of profanities, but all of my senses left me in that instant. I found myself smacking her wand out of her hand and then going for another round of punches on what was once her pretty face.
Strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back. I watched with blurry eyes as two Order members detained her. "You killed them!" I screamed. "You deserve to suffer like you made them!" I continued to fight with the person holding me back, but my efforts were fruitless. They were too strong for me.
"It's not my fault your mother was a disgusting muggl—."
I broke free from the arms, lunging for her, but I didn't get far. The arms yanked me back into them.
She laughed, sticking her neck out to me from her position between the two men. "Go on! You know you want to! Your mum and daddy would be oh so proud!"
"You're a wretched person, Mallory!" I exclaimed through my tears.
"Get her out of here," a familiar voice said from behind me. She came around to face me as the two men drug Mallory from the room. Professor McGonagall gave me a sympathetic smile. "We need to have someone look at that head of yours, Miss. Ravenclaw." She gestured towards the healers stationed at the other end of the great hall.
"She killed my parents!" I exclaimed. "I don't care about my head!"
The person who had been holding me back turned me around so I could see into their grayish blue eyes. "I'll come with you. You can tell me every vile thing you want Mallory Gorkovich to suffer from, and I'll nod and agree with every one of them," he told me, smiling as he pushed my hair away from my bloody face.
**3rd Person Point of View**
"Who is she?" Molly asked to no one in particular.
"She looks so familiar," Hermoine mumbled. "I just can't—."
"Oh, the girl with George?" Luna checked. "That's Sophia Ravenclaw. She plays for the Chudley Cannons. Well she signed with them, but when her parents were killed she disappeared. There were rumors she was burned along with them."
Neville sat next to her. "She was in the year under Fred and George."
"I don't remember seeing her anywhere…"
Luna shrugged her shoulders at Harry. "Most didn't. She's quite brilliant, but very quiet. She kept to herself in the dormitory most days."
"What house?"
"Ravenclaw, of course. Her ancestor was Rowenna."
Molly's lips slowly turned into a smile as she watched her son sit with the crying girl. He had his arm wrapped around her waist, and he was clearly trying his hardest to make her laugh. The small bubbles of laughter pouring from Sophia's mouth were evidence he was successful.
"He's going to marry her," Molly announced confidently.
Fred smirked. "George? Get married? Are you sure you didn't hit your head, Mum?"
She shot him a glare, but soon returned to checking over all of her children for the fifth time. As she went about this routine, George walked the distance across the room back to his family.
"Hey, Georgie, who's the girl?" Charlie teased suddenly.
"I think I'm in love," George murmured in a daze.
Bill chuckled. "Ah, bit by the love bug." Fleur placed a kiss on his temple upon hearing his words.
"She's so perfect," George continued on as if no one had spoken. "She's a chaser who's played for seven years. She loves to cook and bake. She's so smart, and she's got a wicked fight in her."
**Sophia's Point of View**
I cleared my throat behind him. He turned around, his eyes twinkling with happiness. "I just wanted to thank you." Upon his confusion I quickly clarified, "For keeping me from killing Mallory."
George smiled. "No need to thank me. Just helping a damsel in distress."
My voice hardened. "I didn't need saving," I said.
"I didn't say saving, now did I?" he said, smirking.
The blood rushed to my cheeks and I pulled my black jacket around me tighter. "I suppose not," I answered quickly. "Well thank you." I turned on my left foot, the material of my knee high boots shifting slightly.
Before I could take a step forward, he grabbed my hand and pulled me flush against his body.
"You think you can look at me with those endless blue eyes and speak as if you're an angel, and then walk away without so much as a way to contact you?"
"I have no phone, no home, no family," I told him honestly. "No way to contact me."
He laced his fingers through mine, holding them up so I could see them. "I've never so much as had a crush on someone before," he whispered. "I'm not letting you get away without a fight."
I kissed his hand and then pulled away. "Maybe I'll see you around George Weasley," I said, walking backwards towards the doorway.
"Are you really going to play hard to get, Sophia?" he called across the room, attracting the attention of everyone there.
"I don't know what you are talking about." I turned and began the long trek through the rubble that was once Hogwarts.