- Harmione…I have…something to tell you… - said George in a shaky voice , holding the girls hands.
- Y-Yeas?... – cautiously asked Harmione , urging him to continue.
George took a deep breath before he continued.
- I…I have to tell you something , but you have to promise me….promise me you'll love me even after what you'll hear. – the girl nodded.
- Everything for you…
- Okay…I want to tell you that…every full moon I…I turn into…into…into an onion! – Harmione took back her hands and covered her mouth as she gasped.
- Nooo! – she painfully gasped.
- Yeas!...It was failed experiment!...Oh no…I think I'm turning right now!...
Harmione's eyes ware already glazed over with tears as she looked at the sight before her. There , on the wooden floor stood and onion. A red onion with dots ( freckles ) and reddish onion hair. She let out a strangled gasp as her tears fell down her cheeks.
Suddenly Ron stepped beside Harmione , barely holding his laughter , as he pointed towards the onion.
- Ha-ha! Yer' a onion bro! – he said in a deep Scottish accent as he laughed.
- I told him he shouldn't have eaten the biscuit… - sadly said Fred who was standing beside Ron , shaking his head.
The door burst open and Mrs. Weasley marched in , holding a butcher knife tightly. Her face was burning red in anger.
- Where…did…you…get…all those galleons…for your jokery!? – she yelled stepping towards the onion on the floor.
With one swift movement , she brought the knife down on the onion…
*chop* *chop* *chop*
- And now , we mix the meat~ with the onion~. – slurred Mrs. Weasley , cutting a red , doted onion with a large smile.
*chop* *chop* *chop*
*chop* *chop*
*chop!*…
- Wah!
George stood up straight in his bed , his chest heaving. He almost got tangled up in his sweat drenched sheets. Well , that was one hell of a dream!...No , a nightmare!
He looked around nervously , trying to catch his breath. Nothing unusual…it was quite dark , probably around three in the morning. Fred was sound asleep in his own bed , Ron was probably sleeping in his own room , Harmione was miles away and his mother too was nowhere in sight. The house was deadly silent.
George sighted and lied back down. He intended to go back to sleep but every time he closed his eyes he could see his mother… ( *chop* *chop* *chop* ) He didn't sleep that night…nor the next…nor the one after that…nor did he looked at Ron the same way ( "Say something in Scottish Ron…" , "What?" ) , he never took anything that Fred gave him ( "Want a biscuit mate?" , "NO!"…) and most definitely! A few months after that nightmare he was a lot more scared of Mrs. Weasley ( "What is wrong with him?...Georgiekins , honey?..." )
END!