Hello! I feel like I'm going to faint from Fred Charm...
As always:
Disclaimer: ALL BELONGS TO J.K. ROWLING. EXCEPT THE BRANDON'S... THEY ARE MINE... Oh and Darius.
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One thing 'The Kiss' had done though was throw Fred and George off my case. For rest of the week I was left alone.
I sat in a desk of the common room finishing off my essay. I needed to go to the library.
Just to get a book.
I took my wand, just in case.
I ended up finding my book and the Library lady checked it out. The school library was a place I had always come to for peace and quite, since the twins were practically allergic to the books there. Walking to the window seat, I ignored the hushed voices contemplating my return from the hospital, "I hope she's okay-" said one, "Well I couldn't care any less for her well being, she's just like the rest of them, an attention seeking little rat." Sneered the unfortunately unforgettable voice of Pansy Parkinson's sister Emily Parkinson, "She can't be possibly bitten by one of the werewolves? I heard that fainting was a sign of the change beginning, and besides wasn't she there when the attack happened at the Cup? After all, wasn't that Lupin teacher a werewolf, apparently the Brandons are close with those filthy half breeds." I rolled my eyes up to the ceiling, Fred and George were right, the rumors were worse then I had first imagined, but it was alright because all these rumors were nothing else but what they were, rumors. Not an inkling of truth in any of them. I re-focused on the words lying on the page before me. I had better things to do thn to worry what other's thought of me, after all I had done enough of that in First Grade. I sighed turning back again to the book, but no before white silhouette, caught my attention. I scrambled up, collecting my things together, and hurrying towards the figure, "Lady Grey!" I half whispered and half shouted across the library. The silhouette continued down the library, flying past the influx of students coming in from fith period. I rushed over to the counter, deciding to confirm my suspicion. "Does Lady Grey usually reside in the library?" I asked the Libarian, Irma Pince.
"Yes-" I sprinted off yelling thanks, over my shoulder and taking the book with me.
"Lady Grey!" I asked, running after her. "Lady Grey!" I yelled, rushing after her.
She didn't stop, she just kept on floating away, she chuckled, and zoomed around the corner and into Moody's classroom. "Go away, I can't help you!" She said, as I followed her in. "Please-" I begged.
She laughed as the door shut and she floated though the wall of the class room. I cursed under my breath, she was the one person – or rather ghost who could actually confirm that the whole thing with Rowena Ravenclaw wasn't just my brain acting out on me. I stood there on the spot, contemplating how I could get the hell out of here. "Vivianna, what are you doing here?" Panted Fred behind me.
I screamed and clutched my chest as I turned around.
"Wait don't worry. Don't answer that, right? Silent treatment - what are we five?" He asked.
I glared at him and turned to the lock.
"Alohmora." I said. I stared at the lock, there was no way in hell I was going to be stuck in here with Fred Weasley for until; God know's when.
But the lock wouldn't budge.
"It's no use." Said Fred leaning against the wall.
I glared at him again and tried again.
"Victoria and I, um, you know... Got locked in once. They have a double lock on it." He said rubbing his neck. "Can't be unlocked by magic alone…" He said casually.
Of course talking about the night he lost his V-card.
I rolled my eyes and starred out the window.
It was raining.
Perfect.
I sat on the desk, my chin resting on my hand. We just stayed stationary for a while, as if waiting for someone to just magically – haha – pop out and unlock the door.
Fred got up and moved to the cabinet, opened the door and started rummaging through the shelf.
I walked over.
"What are you doing?" I asked in a small voice.
He grinned: I was talking to him again.
"Looking for blankets."
I blinked. Blankets he said didn't he? Not one, plural? Right? Because I was not going to share a blanket with Fred Weasley, not in a million years. No. No. No…well, it wouldn't be that bad, would it? I mean- I cleared my thoat.
"Right, here." He said handing me a thick quilt.
I stared at the blanket, the small squares stitched together neatly with magic.
He started across the room.
"Or we could just, you know?" I said. Before realizing the implication of my words.
He turned, and walked back.
"For heat..." I said trailing off. My word floating off into the world of floating words.
He was so close I could feel the warmth radiating off his body.
"We could just you know..." He murmured.
He smelled like sweet blend cinnamon spice and vanilla.
His breath curled over me.
Mint. Defiantly mint.
He lowered his head, as if in silent question.
I reached up on my toes, and met him halfway.
His lips captured mine.
I pulled back, wanting more.
"Don't let that stroke your ego." I said. Poking his chest. He groaned.
"What?" I asked. Silence.
"Oh!" I blushed, at the innuendo of my words.
"Come on." This time it was his turn to roll his eyes. His beautiful deep forest green eyes.
I curled up into a ball my back facing Fred, pulling the blanket over myself.
I flipped around to face Fred.
Be bold Vivianna. Be bold.
"Hey," He breathed.
"Hi." I said timidly.
Come on, do it!
I leaned forward quickly and softly pecked him on the lips.
"Goodnight." Before turning back around and drifting off to sleep.
xo
I woke up, it was still dark and I couldn't see anything.
"Fred?" I asked, shifting a bit. His arms tightened around me.
I blushed and looked down at us. A tangled mess of limbs. My leg was straddled arcross Fred, and his arms weaved around me pulling me onto him.
His ankle curled around mine and our hands intertwined together.
Even though the air was still crisp from the night I didn't feel cold.
"Vivianna..." He murmured.
"Hmmm?" I asked, but looking down at his face - his eyebrows knit together in concentration and his eyes closed gently - he was not awake. The light from the moon, filtered in from the windows of the classroom and
I smiled and went back to sleep.
xo
I woke up to a soft shuttle of feet around my head, "Five. More. Minutes." I moaned out.
Someone nudged me and my eyes lurched open, five un-clothed feet stood staring straight back at me. "HollymotherofthePheonix what-" I poked Fred in the arm.
"Wake up Fred!" I hissed staring at the five creatures. "Miss, Mr Weasley, you must wake up and go before the Professors come! And the breakfast we prepared is served!" One squeaked. "Whaat-" Fred stirred, "huh? Oh hello Kitsy, Gidly, Jinky and Squisy? What are you all doing here?" Said Fred. "Fred! What are they?" I asked, frantically, as the orb like five pairs of eyes continued to stare up at me. "House elves... Didn't you know that? I, Fred Weasley outsmarted Vivianna Brandon. Never!" He chuckled, pulling me down around my waist back to the make shift bed. "Mr Weasley, we's cames to warn you! You must get out before the Professors comes to checks the class!" Said one, Squisy? "Oh. Right. Totatally knew that..." I said. Grinning from ear to ear. "Just admit it!" Said Fred, pinning me inbetween his strong arms. "Never!" I giggled, "Fine you asked for it," He grinned evilly. His long lean fingers launching their attack on my rib cage and sides. "Admit it." He commanded. "No," "Yes." "No." "Yes." "No." "Yes. Fine, fine! I admit it!" I giggled, my stomache now aching from laughter. He stared at me for a few seconds, then leaned down and kissed me. "Hey!" I whined, as he leant back. He grinned in return. "Sir, miss! You must hurry! Professor is coming! Quickly!" They squeaked. We broke from our reverie and turned to the elves. "Oh, sorry," I blushed, as we rolled apart. Picking up the blankets and hastily folding them away. "Miss!" One grabbed me with it's hand and we apparated to the common room. Fred appeared a second later. "I thought that you couldn't apparated in or out of Hogwarts?" Asked Fred. "Yeah in or out, but it didn't say anything about inside of Hogwarts, and besides House Elves have a different sort of magic." I said, turning to him. "Mmmmm," he murmured, taking my hand and pulling me to him. "How is it that you didn't know about what's they were but you knew about them?" He murmured in my ear, I blushed and mumbled something incoherent. He chuckled and pecked me on the lips. Foot steps walked down the spiral stairs, and we pulled apart quickly. "Morning..." Yawned Ron, He stared at us for a while and my eyes wandered off to the window. He scrunched his eyes, "Where were you two last night? I didn't see-" He was cut off by Fred's twin, "That my ickle little brother is a story for another time," I blushed deep red, as George winked at us, already fully dressed in new Hogwarts uniform. "I'm, um, just going to go up and" I cleared my throat, "change, you guys can go to breakfast first." I said, rushing up the stairs. "Hey?" Said Hermione questionly as she past me in the stairs. "Hi!" I called out as I danced up, I bubbled with glee as I thought about last night. Running my hand though my plain dark hair and twisting it into a braid, I pulled a head band in place and smiled. Last night's uniform lay in the hamper at the door, as I walked out. I entered the hall, bustling with the same energy as always, and skipped to the table where my fellow Gryffindorians resided. But as soon as I came near Fred my energy levels tipped. "Hi," I said timidly, sitting down beside him "Hey," He said smiling at me and pulling me to his side. "Whoooo!" Grinned George, "Finally! Well done my brother!" He said clapping Fred on the back. I blushed and looked to Fred who seemed to also become slightly shy; which was odd for his character. Hermione grinned at me, and shot me a look as if to say 'I told you so,' before dissapearing behind a large newspaper. Ron grinned along with Harry. "Right, well, you know." I said poking my blueberrie muffin. I looked over to the Ravenclaw table, my eyes trailing down the many students. On one side sat the raven claws and on the other the Buexbaton pupils. I came across a glaring face, why the hell was she glaring at me like that. And where is hell Cedric. I needed to warn him. I frowned and stood up, "Hey, I'm just going over to there," I said pointing over to the Ravenclaw table. Fred and George glanced at one another. "What?" I demanded, they shook thier heads. I walked over, I could here the words that were hissed as soon as I was away from the safe ground of the Gryffindor table, "Who does she think she is?' They hissed, "She bloody crazy! Mad I think!" "She's like Harry Potter, always wanting attention, arrrg what an attention whore." I ignored the ugly stares that some gave me. What did they know? That's right, nothing. I stormed off towards the Ravenclaw table. "Vivianna!" Squealed a voice. I stopped in my tracks an turned around, not hiding the suprise on my face. Fluer stood up from the table, and several eyes stared at us. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" I gasped. "Oh rubbish! With everything going on I didn't want to bother you!" She said brushing off the comment. "Wow! It's like we're going to the same school, finally!" I laughed, "Our mothers would be so happy then!" She said. "Now, a certain perzon, told me that you gotz a boyyyyy!" She teased in a heavy French accent. Fluer was like the older sister I never had, except we were nearly the same age. Her English had gotten much better - though it still had a slight French accent - I had helped her with her English and she had helped me with my French. I smiled, "Well yeah..." I said, "I'm not sure what we are really...we haven't you know, really talked about it..." I tailed off. "That'z becauze zhey are nothing!" Interupted a scathing voice, in French. Fluer shot a death glare at the girl who opened her mouth immediately shutting her down. Oh I remember her! She was the bimbo at the World Cup! "Well, I've got to get going. I'll see you soon yeah?" I asked, she nodded smiled. "Sorry about that Lauren's a bit deranged." She smiled. I shot a sweet smile at the girl and stalked away. I returned to my table and began the breakfast, carefully avoiding eye contact with Fred. "What was that?" Asked Hermione, as we emptied out the Great Hall, "Hmmmm?" I asked. "Oh right well," I said trailing into the long story. "And it all just happened so fast, you know…" I finished, "Oh my gosh I'm so happy for you!" She grinned. I smiled, and then kept walking. Until I ran into Cedric. Quiet literally "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" I said looking up to Cedric. "No that's fine," He said. "Hey! Listen!" I started. Then I shut my mouth, realizing I didn't know what to say. What do you say when you think someone going to die and you're about to warn them? "Be careful, I know you've heard this all before but just. Be careful! Okay? Because I have a feeling that things aren't going to end well...for you..." I trailed off. "What do you mean?" He chuckled. "I mean - You might end up, you know, not living. I saw-" I broke off. "The point is. Don't take this lightly, okay, you don't have to win necessarily-" I said. "Well, well, well," said a nasally voice. "Zee community slut zis back again!" Said the bimbo from breakfast. I rolled my eyes. "flirter avec le garçon de quelqu'un d'autre , attendez que Cho Chang entend à ce sujet." She said in her annoying voice. " Avez-vous pas de manières à tous? Oh, attends, j'ai oublié, vous êtes un clochard vous ne venez pas avec des manières à tous." Do you have any manners at all? Oh wait, you're a tramp, I forgot they don't come with manners. I replied in fluent French, eyeing her up and down. The girl recoiled; she hissed something to the two girls flanking her. I frowned. "Oui. Je parle français." Yes. I speak French. I said quirking an eyebrow at her in defiance. Her eyes widened and then narrowed and a girl with long golden hair from one side of her jerked on her sleeve, she shrugged her off roughly. "Laissez-la tranquille." Be quiet The girl said softly. Her group of minions followed her lead as she stalked off. Cedric, looked at me then to her, "I didn't know you knew French!" He said, completely ignoring the girl. "We'll I do, do you understand what I said to you earlier?" I said looking him in the eye. "Yes, yeah, of course!" He said, shaking his head, "but Vivianna!" He yelled out still standing in the same spot as I walked off to class. I pretended that I didn't hear him, because I knew what he was going to ask. "How did you know I was in the tournament?" He yelled after me. I Cringed and quickened my pace. Finally meeting Fred at the class room. "Hey! Mmmm," I said as I was cut off by Fred's lips, He broke away. "Hey, that was good morning." He said his eyes darting from my lips to my eyes, grinning at me. "Good morning to you to," I smiled, than I snapped out of my trance. "Come on we're going to be late!" I giggle, dragging him into the classroom already half of the seats occupied by our class mates. Xo We were all walking back to the common room when suddenly I closed my eyes and a sharp tingling started in the back of my head. I recognized the place instantly. Everyone was in the Great Hall. "The champion for Hogwarts, CEDRIC DIGGORY!" Roared Professor Dumbledore. Cedric stood up and gave Future Me a wary glance before disappearing into a side chamber. Hogwarts students cheered, though George looked a bit disappointed. "Now the champions have been decided, I urge everyone of you to give encouragement to your champion-" The Goblet spat to fire once more, all eyes turning to it. Red sparks flew from the blue-green flames and as a piece of parchment no bigger than the size of a finger floated down in the air. There was an intake of breath from everyone in the room. As the Headmaster reached up and caught the piece f parchment. "Harry Potter!" Breathed Professor Dumbledore, in his hand lay a small piece of parchment. I gasped for air, as I snapped open my eyes, "Hey Vivianna-" Said Fred. "Where's Harry?" I asked, panicking. "Where's Harry?" I said, my eyes darting around the empty hallways of Hogwarts. I was in Fred's arms on the floor. "Fred! Where is Harry?" I asked staring around. "I'm sorry, I have to find Harry." I said, pulling myself from his arms. He raced after me, grabbing my arm. "Hey! Slow down. We'll find Harry together? Okay." I nodded numbly. How did Harry get his name into the Goblet. Running down the hallway, together; his hand intertwined with mine, we raced to the Gryffindor Common room. "Harry! Harry!" I screamed, sprinting up the stairs. I barged into the room that Harry shared with Ron and some other forth years. "Harry!" I yelled. "What?" He said, sitting straight up dropping the book in his hands. I pulled his arm and lead him into the stairs. "Did you or did you not put your name in the Goblet?" I asked. "What? What are you-" He started. "Answer the damn question!" I said. "No! Wha-No." He said, I loosened my grip from his arm. "I thourght so." I said quietly. "You aren't planning to? Are you?" I asked, carefully. "NO!" He exploded. Fred barged in pulling me behind him. "Harry!" He said sharply. "Apologise." He said deadly "Your right. I'm sorry, it's just what the bloody hell are you going on about!" He said, pinching the bridge of his nose. I tugged on Fred's arm telling him it was fine. "I had a vision, in the Hallway. It was weird. Harry your name came out of the Goblet. Your name." I said. Fred stared at me dumbfounded. "But I haven't put my name in the Goblet." He said exasperatedly. "I believe you." I said after searching his eyes for any signs of deceit. I looked around in case anyone else was around. "I have to tell Professor Dumbledore. I don't know what's going to happen. Yet, my visions haven't been clear, but this one was. I think someone is trying I kill you Harry." I said slowly. "Bloody great isn't it. First bloody Voldemort is off for my head and now someone else is." He muttered. Xo I paced around the gargoyle. What could it be? What could it be. The door opened. "Enter!" Said a voice. My eyes widened, "Professor!" I said running into the round room. "Vivianna!" Turned Professor McGonagall. I wasn't the only one in the room. The headmaster sat behind the thick wooden desk. Professor Moody with his hunched back facing me and Professor Snape staring at me. "Professor Dumbledore, please-" I said, staring at him intently. He stood up and led me to a corner of the room. "May I asked what is it that needs my immediate attention so intently?" He asked calmly. "It's Harry." I said. "I saw his name come from the Goblet of Fire. Harry will be a Hogwarts champion and someone wants him dead." I said dropping my voice barely above a whisper.
Moody's eyes darted to me as he took a swig from his hip flask.
The Headmaster sighed, his usually twinkling blue eyes dropping to the floor, the skin around his eyes was a deep hue of purple-blue. He looked worn. And for the first time he looked absolutely tired.
"Does anyone else know of this?" He asked.
I opened my mouth; "Only Harry and I, I think Fred" I cleared my throat and blushed a bit.
"Fred Weasley heard some parts." I finished. He nodded slowly.
"I thank you for alerting me." He said turning and dismissing me. "Professor!" I argued.
He turned around. "The events and choices people have made have already set the writing in stone. A champion is a champion until the Triwizard Tornament ends. The contract that is signed as soon as the piece of parchment drops into the fire. It can not be undone, we now can only prepare Harry and hope for the best." He paused, daring me to argue further. "Please alert me of any future findings." He said ending the conversation.
"Albus!" Exclaimed, Professor McGonagall. "What is the meaning of this!" She cried taking my hand and pulling me closer.
"Vivianna has been blessed and cursed with the burden of carrying knowledge of the future." He said.
The portraits of previous Hogwarts Headmasters and Headmistresses nodded in agreement. Some shook their heads. Some just stared at me in pity.
Professor McGonagall gasped and Professor Snape just stared off into space.
Moody didn't move, his hand staying frozen on his hip flask. I shifted uncomfortably.
"Professor, please escort Vivianna back to the Gryffindor Common room." Said Dumbledore, nodding to Moody.
I stared silently at the ground the whole time.
"Come on." Said Moody taking another swig out of his hip flask and took me gruffly by the arm.
"Oh and Vivianna?" We paused at the whole of the door. "As always please refrain from speaking to anyone else apart from the group. I'm sure they already know parts of it already." He said pointedly.
Xo
We arrived at the door of the common room.
And Moody started to turn, but he stopped "Miss Brandon," he said gruffly. "Should you need any assistance, I should be in my office." He said before walking off. There was no way I would go to him for help. Ever. There was just something not right about him, something off setting; my father had talked highly of Alastor Moody, but there was something wrong with him. Something more than just his character.
The door swung open and someone grabbed me and pulled me inside.
"What happened?" Asked Hermione, hugging me as I stumble dumbly into the Common Room.
Falling into the chair but I couldn't find any other words to speak.
"Someone will die."
They gasped. It was just like a movie except I couldn't tell what the main character was going to do next. Nothing was predictable.
Fred and Harry just stared at the fire. I recounted the events with less energy if not any left at all.
Harry glared at the fire.
Fred sat on the arm of my chair with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes furrowed.
Hermione looked hungry for answers and slightly revengeful. And Ron, well he looked pale. Very pale.
After a while they all said good night leavening Harry and I still staring at the fire.
The flames danced around, burning the wood until it became deepest of blacks.
"Harry," I said softly.
He was like my brother. I was basically his God-cousin by Sirius. He sometimes even spent the holidays away at my parents house; escaping his horrid Aunt and Uncle.
Harry's eyes didn't move from the fire.
"I just feel so helpless, it's like the worlds a mess. I don't know if I can trust anyone. All the ones I love end up dying-"
I cut him off slightly angry at him. My eyes flicked to him.
"Harry James Potter; don't you dare say that ever again. You hear me?" I asked. My voice was soft but that was what made it more deadly - even to my own ears.
"Fred, George, Hermione, Ron, Peter, and I will always stand behind you; thick and thin. That's what friends are for. Like it or not: Voldemort is a stinky old bat and he's not going to take me down." I said.
"Whoever is the one behind this is not going to be let off kindly." I said. Trying, and failing miserably, to lighten him up. He glanced at me and smiled a bit. "Thanks. I think I'm just going to sleep." He said, walking up the stair case.
I soon followed after him only before writing a quick letter to my uncle updating him.
I walked up the stairs. One by one my feet became more heavy.
I finally reached my dorm, and pushed open the door.
I silently showered and brushed my teeth, changing into a pair of blue silk black shorts and a matching lace and cotton tank top.
My hair dried with the help of my wand, and I wondered back into my room.
I climbed into bed, feeling a familiar figure next to me.
"Hey, you'll probably have a hard time sleeping tonight, so I thought I'd help you." Said Fred, I could feel his grin even though it was dark.
"How did you get up here?" I asked snuggling into his chest.
"Secret." He said, kissing my hair.
The day was nearly over, I wasn't ready for the next though. Once again I fell asleep safe in his arms.
The next morning I woke up in his arms. I peaked though my lashes at Fred his green eyes staring emotionally at the ceiling. I closed my eyes again and pretended to sleep, I didn't want to face the day ahead of me.
I buried my head into the sheets and into his cotton clad chest.
Was our relationship moving to fast? We had practically grown up together, we knew everything - if not, almost everything about one another.
I knew I had fallen, and fallen hard for Fred.
I couldn't contain my feelings for him.
He shifted, and I felt his heavy gaze on me.
I kept my eyes closed. "You're beautiful, intelligent, kind, caring and frustrate me to no end sometimes." He said softly.
"You're perfect, I God only knows what I did to deserve you; I probably don't deserve you." He mused, chuckling slightly.
"I won't ask any questions, all I need is you. It's clear." He said.
"I'm in love with you; Vivianna Brandon. Just as your eyes are blue and my eyes are green. I love you - and I'm too cowardly to even say it to your beautiful face." He said.
"I love you Vivianna Brandon. Just as I breath, and the grass is green and the sky is blue."
I sighed as a tear dropped from my eyes.
"I love you Vivianna Brandon."
My eyes fluttered open and met Fred's waiting ones.
His forest green eyes full with emotion I could only describe with one word: love.
"As I you." I said softly but I kept his gaze, grinning at the absolute cheesiness of it all.
Xo
Fred pulled me closer to his side as we walked down the hallway.
People stared at us and shot u wary looks.
Was there something on my face? People his behind newspapers we finally got to the Great Hall, almost everyone had a newspaper in hand.
I rushed up to our table pulling Fred along with me and snatched a newspaper off the table.
On the front page was a photo of myself staring back at me.
"Vivianna Brandon, daughter of Reegulas Brandon and Laura Brandon nèè Pierre" I read aloud. Silence fell over the already quiet hall.
I could feel the stares of everyone on me.
"Has been recently possesses powers unimaginable. Miss Brandon, who we were unable to reach for comment, is currently a prefect at the prestigious school Hogwart's School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. At fifteen years of age Miss Brandon is an acclaimed Seer. We contacted the Headmaster in regards to this particular pupil. Who released a short statement "Vivianna Brandon is a very talented witch and a well respected pupil at our school."
We also spoke to some students at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry to gain further insight into Miss Brandon, one student, "She's wow I mean, but entirely off limits she's dating, who? Fred Weasley. Yeah I think. But she's really bright of course she's Prefect!" Another student, Victoria Mitchelle, 15, daughter of Brogan Mitchelle; head of Magical Finance and Fiaona Mitchell nèè Longwood. When asked about Miss Brandon turned to fits "She's like such a whore. Attention whore." Miss Mitchell goes on to accuse Miss Brandon. We investigated further and found that Miss Brandon is indeed being courted by Fredrick Weasley whose father is Head of The Office Of Misuse Of Muggle Artefacts. And mother Molly Weasley.-" I stopped. "This is ridiculous!" I hissed. "Are they so out of important matters to discuss other than the love life's of students? Perhaps where the hell Voldemort is?" I asked, taking a breath and calming down.
Dumbledore stood up from the staff table, clearing his voice. Eyes shifted to him. I sat down. Huffing into my seat, totally preposterous, they hadn't even contacte me for comment!
"It has come to my attention that the news of Miss Brandon's knowledge of certain events of the future have been slipped to the public, as I'm sure you have all read," He paused.
"We must unite together to face the future; I urge you be loyal, be kind, be brave," He said. "The future is a tangible force, that is, affected by the choices and actions we make. I trust you all to make the right decisions." He finished.
There was no clapping, just silent mulling.
Fred pulled me into his side and pressed his lips to my forehead.
"It will be fine, we'll be fine." He said.
Hermione looked more revengeful than last night.
Harry, Ron and George stared at the food on the table.
"Let's just eat," I said, "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day and we're not going to let the my 'scandalous' love life, ruin it." I smiled softly, spooning some bacon onto my plate.
The other's seemed perplexed, "Well hurry up!" I said, "There's only fifteen more minutes of Breakfast left."
Ron snapped out of his stare and quickly began eating. "Harry-" I broke off as he pushed his plate forward. And stood up.
I followed him out. "Harry!" I yelled.
He turned around briefly.
"I don't want to talk." He yelled angrily. I ran after him.
We ended up outside, the grass was still wet from the rain and the air was crisp and cold. I hugged my Hogwarts jumper around my fingers.
"Hey!" I said quietly, he sat on a rock his hands cradling his head.
I couldn't see his eyes but I knew by the way his shoulders shook his was crying.
I took his head into my arms; like a mother a child.
"It's just not fair. People die everyday. Why me? Everything I do..." He said as tears trailed down his face angrily.
"I know." I said quietly. We both shared the burden of the future each in our own ways.
I just held him like that until he felt better. "But the future can be changed." I said and his ears perked up, he rubbed his eyes.
"What-" he started, "It's the choices we make that determine who we are." I said.
"Death doesn't have to knock on your door is you make your fate." I said.
Harry glanced up at me, "And don't know about you but I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon, and I don't plan for anyone else to go anytime soon either." I paused.
"It will all be fine, trust me." I said.
Xo
Class ended and I rolled my eyes, people were wary of me just like in first grade.
It was like I was going to jump out and bite them or something. You'd think if they heard Dumbledore's speech they'd be nicer- but no. We were all a bunch of hormonal teenagers and we were immature as a bunch of first years.
Fred pulled me out of the class, "I've always wondered why you spread that rumor in first year, Fred?" I asked, ignoring the stares of the people around us.
He let go of me for a few seconds, "What rumor?" He asked curiously. I laughed, "I'm not going to get annoyed at you," I paused looking up at his face. Fred was a good head taller than me. He actually looked genuinely perplexed and confused, there was no mischievous smile playing on his lips. I stopped and turned to him, "You know, the one with the fried-noose-boogey, contagious…" I trailed off. "Um, no, I don't think I did, it sounds like a stupid thing that a first year made up." He said, a crease appearing between his eyes, "Why?" He asked.
"So you didn't?" I asked, "No, it wouldn't have been George either. Why?" He asked again. "Oh my gosh?" I grinned, laughing to myself. "That means that I spent my whole childhood hating you for no reason?" I giggled out loud, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. "Wow." I laughed again. He stared at me then grinned, "Oh I don't think you hated me, Miss Brandon." He said, breathing into my neck. "Oh really?" I said dumbly. "I think you secretly, deep down, had a crush on me." He said, before pulling away. I paused, and with no hesitation punched him in the chest. "Owwww," He whined jokingly.
"Arse." I muttered, as we continued to walk down the Hallway to get to Trivignation.
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The day had almost ended and we sat in our usual seats waiting for our dismissal to go back to the Common room. I looked towards the staff table for the first time, meeting Professor Dumbledore's eyes on the way, next to him sat a slightly graying man with a black bowler hat on the table. "Who's he?" I asked Hermione, who was sitting in front of me. "Who?" She asked following my gaze. She gasped, "That's Bartemius Crouch Senior, his son was a follower of You Know Who. His son died in jail and the rest was kept very hush-hush," she paused, "What's he doing here?" I questioned, turning away, feeling slightly queasy.
SHIT JUST GOT REAL! Haha, anyway I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and the quick update, I've been itching to post this for forever. Any questions feel free to ask! I feel like the Fred and Vivianna ship has finally sailed! Who's ready for some more Fred and OC?
Until the next update,
xoxoxoxoxo 8LaDiDa8 OUT!
