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This chapter, the beginning and end made me a little upset with my self because it MADE me upset but there is good parts in the middle. Okay, enough AN, enjoy the chapter.

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Chapter Four

Adira didn't leave her bed or the dorm room. She missed her classes and Hermione had to bring her the homework and George had her bring some food for her medication though she had to set it on her side table as Adira still wouldn't open her curtains. When McGonagall finally called Dr. Murray, she explained to the head of house and Adira's friends that Adira was depressed and depression consisted of not wanting to leave your bed, not having any energy to do your usual activities, and just not caring about anything. It was much more severe than just being sad. Dr. Murray did go up to talk to Adira but came down ten minutes with a sigh. The only thing she got out of the girl was crying and talk of never leaving her bed. She had done something to the curtains so even an adult witch couldn't get them open. Hermione finally snapped.

"Adira Lily Potter, open the curtain right now or I will never speak to you again." She was bluffing of course, she would never do that to Adira but it seemed to work as a spell was muttered and the curtains slid open by themselves after almost two weeks.

"What do you want?" Adira whispered.

"I want you to get out of bed and come down stairs. We all miss you, especially George. He's been almost as bad as you lately."

"You're exaggerating." Adira was still quiet as she laid in bed. "All of you will eventually get over it and find someone new. George will find someone new to be with and-"

"He told Fred he loved you." Hermione interrupted softly. "Fred said that George missed you so much and had come to realize that he loved you."

"Really?" Adira asked, some life returning to her eyes. "He said that?"

"Yes, he did. Please come back Adira, we all need you back."

Adira seemed to be struggling with something before slowly pushing her covers off and sitting up.

"I need a shower." She muttered and grabbed some clothes before going to the bathroom. Hermione grinned and sat on her bed, waiting for her best friend.

George sighed as he sat on the couch staring at the fire. Hermione had gone up to try and get Adira to get out of bed but George didn't have high hopes. He glanced at the stairs before doing a double take. Adira was walking down, Hermione behind her. She still looked slightly upset but when she spotted George, her eyes lit up and she smiled albeit shyly. He stood and the second she reached the floor, he bounded up and grabbed her, spinning her around. When she was set down, she buried her head in his chest and sighed.

"I love you." He whispered in her ear and she grinned.

"Love you too." She said quietly and looked up with a smile causing him to kiss her softly.

"Before you two go anywhere, you need to do all that homework." Hermione said sternly and Adira smirked.

"I already did. I've been either sleeping or doing homework." She suddenly blushed. "And, working on this." She pulled out a folded piece of parchment, which actually consisted of a few folded over each other. George opened it curiously.

"You're writing a story?"

"Autobiography, actually." She blushed while George looked confused and Hermione surprised. "It's a book, about my life. It was Dr. Murray's idea as it can tell the truth and also let me organize my thoughts in a more productive way."

"I didn't even know you could write like that." Hermione said and Adira shrugged, still embarrassed.

"Well I can. I'm still on the Dursley years but I'm getting close to the beginning of Hogwarts." She looked towards the portrait. "I'm going to get some food from the kitchens. I'll see you guys in a bit." She started to walk to the portrait hole when George grabbed her hand and spun her back to him, causing her to stumble into his front.

"You're not leaving without me, love." He murmured into her ear and she blushed.

"You didn't have to do that though. You could have just came with me."

"Well, I wanted to do that." George said, his lips still to her ear. "I just got you back, you're not leavening me for a while." She blushed again and he chuckled, brushing his fingers along her heated cheek. His fingers traveled to trail down her neck, causing her to shiver. She put his lips to hers in a kiss that wasn't as soft as usual causing her body to heat up. His finger ran up and down her spine and she couldn't help another shiver. She completely forgot she was in a common room as they kissed. At least, until Ron was heard.

"Really you two?" Ron sounded grossed out and they pulled back. "I mean, I'm happy you finally left your dorm, Adira, but you're in the common room."

"Well, we'll just leave the common room." George grinned at his little brother and pulled Adira out the portrait.

"Miss. Potter, I was wondering, what spell did you use to keep your curtain shut?" Professor Flitwick asked after class a few days later. She looked surprised at his question. "Professor McGonagall came to me, asking if I had a way to open them but everything she tried was all I knew."

"Oh, well, I kind of said the sticking charm a little forcibly and it…I don't know…became like muggle krazy glue on the outside."

"I've never heard of that happening." Flitwick said in wonder and Adira just shrugged. "Well, anyway, you'll be late for Defense. I'll see you tomorrow." Adira nodded and headed for the door when he spoke again. "And Miss. Potter, if you need anything, I'm here to help."

"Thank you, Professor." Adira said and disappeared out the door, once again having to ignore the apprehensive stares from the other students. It had been two weeks since the article yet kids were still like that with her. She hated the glances towards her wrists. Dr. Murray ended up having to repair several stuff in the classroom used for her office when there because of her breaking the things in anger. She wasn't sleeping again and her hypomania was at a dangerous level that she had to force it down. She kept feeling like George was distancing himself but whenever she felt that way, he would walk her down the halls and just talk to her. But, she still cried every night.

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