TRUTH
Summary: Memory Harrison is back for her second year with her mates Fred and George, but an awkward summer with her 'parents' has left her wanting to know the truth about her past.
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I don't care what you think,
As long as it's about me,
Cause the best of us can find happiness
In misery
-I Don't Care, Fall Out Boy
Chapter 4: Utterly Unpredictable
~oO0Oo~
"At least we made the team."
"Shut it, will you? One of your best friends has been unconscious for two days and that's all you can say!"
"Calm down, Angelina."
"Alicia, stay out of this!"
"Fine then, I'm going to class."
"She's right, you should just chill out."
"Chill out? I'm sorry I'm the only one who's concerned at the moment! She could have been killed by that fall!"
"But she wasn't."
"Honestly, you two are the worst friends."
"Are not."
"You're joking about Memory almost dying! Not to mention while she's here! She could have died!"
"Yeah, you already mentioned that."
"Charlie caught her, it wasn't like she fell that far."
"Why is it Charlie is always the one to save me?" I asked, groggily blinking my eyes and attempting to sit up. My head throbbed.
Angelina looked relieved, and George angrily handed Fred two sickles. "What are those for?" I asked, eyeing the coins that were now in the hands of Fred.
"Er, just a bet," Fred said nervously.
"You two bet on when I would wake up!" I exclaimed. Honestly, they were the worst friends ever.
Angelina rolled her eyes. "I told you she wouldn't be happy about that," she mumbled.
I frowned. "How long have I been out?"
"About two days," Angelina replied, "You took a nasty fall really, and that quaffle hit you right in the forehead."
"Yeah, Wood hit you right in the face and you fell of your broom. We all thought you were going to faceplant in the sand, but Mr. Hero Charlie caught you before you hit the ground," Fred continued the story, "I guess he's just naturally good at saving you. This is what, the tenth time?"
"If you're so concerned with Charlie saving me, why didn't you rescue me yourselves?" I retorted, eyeing Fred and George.
George shrugged. "Too much work."
Angelina punching him in the shoulder. I did my best to stifle a giggle when I saw the look of pain on his face.
"Thanks," I told Angelina, who was smiling smugly.
I looked around the hospital wing. It was empty except for me, I guessed. Apparently tryouts must've gone smoothly. I had almost forgotten about Quidditch. I knew I probably hadn't made the team, but I wanted to know who else was on.
"Who made the team?" I asked casually, as if it didn't bother me my name wouldn't be coming up.
Angelina shifted uncomfortably, "Er, well, I did, as well as Alicia."
"Us too," Fred said, referring to him and George. "We're beaters."
"And so did Paulina Portland," Angelina said, "but Charlie said you'll be reserve," she added quickly, trying to lighten my mood, knowing I did not particularly care for Paulina.
I pretended not to be phased. "Oh."
"I should get to class," Angelina said after a long moment of silence. "See you later, Memory."
She hurried out of the hospital and left me with Fred and George.
"How awful does my face look?" I asked them, remembering my aching forehead.
George didn't say anything as Fred handed me a mirror. I looked at my reflection. There was a nasty purple and blue bruise that spread across my forehead. My left eye was blackened; only a tiny slit of green was poking out. The long scar on my face was still there, but I hadn't really expected anything else.
"Fantastic," I mumbled, setting aside the mirror. Why is it always me?
~oO0Oo~
Madame Pomfrey had insisted I stay another night in the hospital wing, but I refused enough that she finally gave up and let me go back to my dormitory. My forehead was still bruised, but not as noticeably, and I could now see fully out of my left eye.
I had planned on going to watch Quidditch practice that morning, just for fun, and Cedric Diggory caught up with me on the way to the pitch. I hadn't talked to him much this year, so I guessed it would be nice to have his company again.
"Hullo," he said pleasantly. I did my best not to blush. Cedric may have almost gotten me killed, but that hadn't affected my little crush on him.
"Hi," I said awkwardly.
"On your way to watch practice?" He asked, though I was sure he already knew the answer.
I nodded. "Yeah. Thought it'd just be interesting to see them practice. Weren't Hufflepuff tryouts yesterday?" I asked him, doing my best not to sound unhappy.
Cedric nodded eagerly. "Yeah. I made the team, actually, just found out this morning."
"Oh. What position?"
"Seeker," he said proudly. "So I take it you didn't make your team after your little, er, episode."
I laughed as we approached the stands. "Are you kidding? I didn't even really try out!"
"'S too bad," Cedric said sincerely. "I heard you were good."
"Who'd you hear that from?" I asked, truly curious.
"I, well, I heard you talking with Charlie Weasley the first day. He asked you to try out, didn't he?"
"Yeah," I admitted as we took seats in the front row of the empty stands. "Uh-oh."
"What?"
From what I could see, Fred and George Weasley were being yelled at by their captain and brother, whom, even from a distance, could be distinguished by the fact that his face now matched his hair color, flaming red.
"See that?" I pointed to the three figures. Then we didn't need to look anymore, because Charlie's yells were so loud that even from the stands they were clearly distinguishable.
"FRED AND GEORGE IF YOU THINK THAT I WON'T BE TELLING MUM ABOUT THIS YOU ARE SORELEY MISTAKE! I CANNOT EVEN BEGIN TO TELL YOU HOW MUCH TROUBLE YOU ARE IN RIGHT NOW!" Charlie roared.
Fred was nearly as loud as his angered brother. "WE THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA!"
"IT'S AGAINST THE RULES, YOU DIMWIT! NOT TO MENTION HIGHLY DANGEROUS!"
"ONLY FOR THE OTHER TEAM!"
"I DON'T BLOODY CARE, FRED! IF YOU DO ANYTHING LIKE THIS AGAIN, I SWEAR ON MY GRAVE I WILL KICK YOU OFF THIS TEAM!"
After witnessing the screaming match between the siblings, I was suddenly glad I didn't make the team, because surley the twins would have hoodwinked me into helping them achieve whatever they had just done to anger Charlie, and I wasn't sure I wanted to be on the receiving end of the argument. I laughed as I thought about how much Charlie looked like his mother at the moment.
"I wonder what that's all about," Cedric whispered to me, still staring at the scene that was unfolding before us.
I sighed. "I couldn't tell you even if I knew. Those two are utterly unpredictable." But they did know how to amuse people, even if like now, it was un-intentional.
Cedric laughed. "I'd still be keen to know what it is. Fred and George must be damn good beaters for Charlie to keep them on the team after whatever they've done."
"Especially if it's bad enough to write to their mum about it." I knew from observing angry Mrs. Weasley that Charlie wouldn't upset her out of nothing.
Whatever they had done, I wanted to know about it.
A/N- Sorry about the short chapter, but I ended up being really busy today! Stil I hope to update this at least once more this week.
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