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Chapter Eleven; a Place Called Home
There had been a complete silence after Alicia had finished her story. She hadn't mentioned that there was a moment where she had been wanting to give up, surrender. Realizing that dying was the easiest way out. But after she told them what happened, everybody had started to act strange around her. Even George.
He tried to hide it, but she could see that he was a little twitchy around her. Now it was finally said… she'd killed Rabastan Lestrange. That was the truth; you couldn't hide from the truth.
Lee was staying over the night at the Burrow, since him, Fred and George was going to work tomorrow on the idea that Lee and His female associate came with. The idea was that they would make a radio show about the Potter situation, aka, the good people's situation. Which everybody thought was a good idea.
They knew that it was going to be difficult and very dangerous, but it was something that had to be done, people needed to know what was going on.
"So you and mum will be alone for a couple of hours today." George explained to her the next morning, she had forced him to help her get down into the kitchen; she had gotten sick of staring into the wall in Percy's room.
"Why?" She asked.
"As you know will I, Lee and Fred go and do some stuff for the order. Bill and Charlie are going to follow Ginny to Diagonally, since it's not so safe these days, especially for…" George glanced around in the kitchen.
"People like us." Fred finished his sentence.
"Blood traitors." George nodded. "The Weasley family is pretty known to the Death Eaters as Blood traitors."
"So is mine, especially after dad married my mum, Lucius Malfoy actually called me spawn of blood-traitor, under his breath years ago, It was lucky that my dad was there, otherwise I would have hit him." Alicia sadly said. "Is it really safe to leave this place so un-guarded?"
"Well, they got pretty scared when you showed up with… um, you know" George started the sentence with a smirk but then it got lost as he said the sentence and it got a bit awkward. Fred just smiled at George's stupidity.
"Don't worry about my brother; he doesn't know how to express himself around pretty women." Fred excused his brother.
"What pretty women?" Alicia asked and looked around in the kitchen.
Fred didn't say anything he just smiled. He was not about to lose to Alicia, the two of them had had a bet in third year, Alicia had bet that she could fool him to say 'You're pretty' to her, and she still hadn't given up.
"You almost fooled me there." Fred responded and pointed a warning finger at her.
Alicia smiled and took her morning tea that Mrs. Weasley gave her. "What's in this potion thingy?"
Mrs. Weasley smiled and told her what was in it. "I have twelve bottles stored up, I'm always feeling safe have a few just in case."
"How long do I have to continue to keep taking them?" She continued to ask.
"Oh, just until the wound is fully healed." The older woman gave her a smile.
The wound on Alicia's stomach still hadn't healed, the poison made the healing progress slower. She they just had to change the bandage everyday and hope for the best.
"Okay." Alicia sighed. "Anything I can help you with today when they abandon us?" She asked, pointing over at Fred and George as she said abandon.
"No, I don't think so." Mrs. Weasley responded. "The most of the chores are already done and I was thinking about spending the day repairing your dress."
"Oh, there's no need to try to save what's left of the dress." Alicia said.
"Why not?" George said. "You looked beautiful in that dress."
Alicia shot George and angry glare. "You said that I looked just great." She said the word great with a hint of dislike.
"I didn't feel right saying anything else then, things between us were still…" George defended himself.
"Horrible?" Fred leaned toward George and said with a smile.
George turned toward Fred and responded. "Why, thank you, Fred. I couldn't have found the word without you." With a very sarcastic voice.
"Little brother, It's my duty to annoy you." Fred responded with a smirk.
"And you said that I am the one who bugs you." George looked back at his brother, mirroring the smirk perfectly.
"Wait a moment." Alicia interrupted them. "Fred is the older one?"
"Yes." Fred answered, breaking the eye contact with George to answer Alicia.
"About that…" Mrs. Weasley turned around from the stove.
"Mum, you finally realized that I am the older one and not Fred." George said happily. "Fred is always using that to his profit." He told Alicia.
"Uh, no. Fred is still is the older one." Mrs. Weasley said. "I just need you to remind Bill to get the fabric I talked with him about today, and the wool."
"Morning." A very tired Lee came into the kitchen and sat down next to Alicia.
"Are you sure that Fred is the oldest one?" Alicia asked.
"Yes." Mrs. Weasley answered. "You see, George has a little birthmark right under…"
"His right buttock." Alicia finished the sentence, not realizing that she had said that out loud.
"I'm going to forget that I heard that." Mrs. Weasley said, and turned around to the stove again, fixing a breakfast plate to Lee.
"Thank you Mrs. Weasley." Lee said and took the plate. "How come that you know about George's birthmark?" he asked Alicia.
"None of your bother." Alicia answered smartly.
"Oh Lee." Fred said and sighed. "Sometimes you can wonder how come that you got more O.W.L's than George and me. You can't even put two and two together."
Lee smiled. "Well I didn't get as many O.W.L's as Alicia."
"How many O.W.L's did you get?" Charlie came into the kitchen. "Sorry, I didn't mean to listen in, but I'm just curious. They." He motioned toward the twins. "Said that you got all O's."
"Did not." The twins said at once.
"I think that I got six…" Alicia answered. "Six O's, three E's and one A."
"How many subjects did you take?" Mrs. Weasley asked, giving Charlie a plate.
"Except for the basic courses, she took Arithmancy, Divination and Care of Magical Creatures." Fred answered in her place.
"What he said." Alicia smiled.
"Wow, you sound like the perfect student." Charlie responded.
"What do you mean?"
"C'mon, all O.W.L's, prefect, successful Quidditch player." Charlie counted them up. "If you had been selected Captain instead of that other girl, you would have been in the same category as Diggory."
"Well, about that." Alicia felt that she had to confess. "I did... get the badge."
"What??" Fred said in surprise. "You were made captain? How come that you weren't?"
"Well, I sent it back and declined. I knew that Angelina would get really mad if I got the badge and not her, no offence to Angelina, but she really wouldn't have liked if I, the perfect student, would have gotten the badge and not her." There was a moment of silence before George broke the silence.
"Anyway, I still don't get how you managed to get an E at Divination, I only got a D." George said, and the other three boys nodded with him and Mrs. Weasley made a frown.
"That's really simple." Alicia answered. "I told the truth when we were supposed to look into the crystal ball, I said that I couldn't see anything."
"That simple?" Charlie interfered. "I just lied and said that I saw a lot of funny things."
"They have this thing so that they can see if you lie." Alicia answered. "Madam Marshbanks told me that."
"But isn't that cheating if she told you that?" Mrs. Weasley asked surprised.
"Um, no." Alicia felt a little bit embarrassed. "She just had a little too much to drink when she said that. It was over a Christmas party my dad took me to during fifth year."
"Your dad dragged you to a boring Christmas party with a lot of stuck up old people? What a drag." Lee commented.
"It really wasn't, me and a lot of other people, mostly boys, in my age snuck away some alcohol and spent the night drinking up on the roof of the house." Alicia told them, remembering how fun they had that night; it was the first time that she had ever been drinking.
They continued to talk about school and O.W.L's and N.E.W.T's (Alicia's mostly since the others were unspeakable off, because every time Charlie or the twins mentioned that they got a bad grade, Mrs. Weasley made a frown) for sometime as they waited for Bill to come, and Ginny to wake up.
When Ginny woke up or more likely forced out of bed by Fred and George who was feeling bored, and Bill came to the Burrow. Fleur was spending the day with her family. All of them left for their different business, leaving Alicia and Mrs. Weasley alone. Mr. Weasley had left for work earlier in the morning.
Before Lee and the twins had disapparated, but walked out of the kitchen George came back in and said that he had forgotten something.
"What did you forget?" Alicia asked.
"This." George said and kissed her, not a small kiss but a real one, a double kiss, finishing the kiss with a small one. He didn't care that his Mum was in the same room seeing what was going on, between her son and his girlfriend, he loved Alicia and didn't care who noticed. "I love you." He whispered into her ear.
"Ditto." She responded with a smile.
"If you get bored you can borrow a book from the bookcase in mine and Fred's room." George said and walked over to the door to join Fred and Lee, who also had seen the scene between the two lovers.
"Oh Shit." She said out loud, which caused George to turn around toward her.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Yes, I'm just shocked." She responded, but then smiled. "You and Fred actually do have a bookcase in your room?"
"Don't I keep surprising you?" George said with a smirk and walked out.
"I'm gonna go up and… Read." Alicia excused herself and walked upstairs to the room she was currently living in.
She was actually happy that George had done that, showed everybody that he actually wanted to be with her. Kissing her in a public place, maybe not that public, but still… Alicia knew that she loved him back, he made her feel happy, but getting all couplets now, in the midst of a war, was the very last thing they should do.
When she was inside the room she walked up to the full body mirror. Standing in front of it she drew up her shirt so that she could see the bandage. She slowly drew the adhesive tape that held the bandage over the wound, and looked at the wound; it wasn't fresh but still was in the healing process. She knew from just looking at it that it would leave a scar, probably just a thin but still noticeable scar.
Over her left cheek had the skin broken, it was still noticeable, but not if you knew it was there, at least that was what Fred had told her. The skin must have broken when he had thrown her across the room.
Sighing to herself she put back the bandage over her wound and walked out of the room and into George and Fred's one. On the door was there a sign put up. "You are now thinking about entering Gred and Forge's room. Don't say we didn't warn you…" And then there was smart smiley, with one eyebrow raised and a smirk on its lips.
"Gred and Forge." She muttered to herself smiling. It did really sound like something that Fred and George had come up with. "Don't say we didn't warn you…" She continued and just shook her head at the silliness as she entered the room.
She had actually never been inside their room before. It was only half as big as her bedroom at her dad's house, but it was cosy. Since the two habitants of the room moved out, the rest of the family must have been using their room as a storage room. But there was still enough room for two beds, a desk filled with what Alicia assumed to be work, she looked through it and just saw a list of their interventions and lots of numbers. She sat down on one of the beds and looked through the list of interventions.
She had never been inside their shop, since she was too afraid of meeting George. But Oliver and Katie had told her lots of tales about the shop, what they were selling and everything. And she had of course heard of all the protection cloaks and hats and gloves and everything in that line. It was really impressing. She had to shamefully admit that she was one of the people that said that said that there was nothing in their future if they didn't take their school work seriously. But she also admitted that she was wrong.
She also looked at the list with numbers. If she read this correctly, Fred and George made a fortune of 200 Galleons a month, and even more when the students was home over the summer and winter. It was really amazing that you could make that much in the joke-shop business.
She put back the papers on the desk and walked over to the very, very small bookcase, she wouldn't have called it a bookcase. It was mostly filled with their school books and fictional books. One particular book caught her interest; "Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches." She mouthed the title of the book loud to herself.
The one that she held was more unused than the second copy next to it. Which looked like it had been read a couple dozen times over. She opened the book and read the inscription. 'Happy sixteenth Birthday George! Your brothers, Charlie and Bill. Use it well.'
Now did Alicia have a slight idea why George had started to act so funny after his sixteenth birthday, he started to act differently toward her, she had once grabbed him by his shoulders and wondered if she should take him to madam Pomfrey to make sure that he hadn't fallen on his head and gotten a concussion.
She flipped to the next page; where all the different chapters were listen up under the title of the book. Just right under the book title had George scribbled 'Fail-safe, right… bite my ass.'
She continued to flap the pages, The first chapter was named '10 basic things about witches.' And at one of them had George scribbled; 'if every witch is like this... then Alicia's an Alien.'
She sat down at the bed closest to the bookcase and continued to read the scribbles George had made. All of them were related to her in some way. One of them was; 'I tried this one today, she asked if I got a concussion…' she felt really sad for him when she read that. But at one of them was there a big happy smiley and the same word scribbled as many times as possible over the page; 'Working, working, working, working.' She read through the advice, it was the twelfth and last one. She recognized it as the one that George had used during the Yule ball, but he had screwed it up, changed some of the recommended things to do, adding what himself in it.
And then, at the very last page had George scribbled in a very big text; 'this book have not really been so much of use to me, I think that now, that I got the girl of my dreams… I'll rely on my own charm instead.'
"The girl of his dreams." Alicia muttered to herself. It didn't need to take a genius to figure out that it was her that he meant. She felt a sudden throb in her heart as she read those words again… she traced her finger over those words before closing the book.
Her memories came back to that summer. Her dad had always taught Alicia and her sister to think about how the things you do today will affect tomorrow, and Alicia should have realized that they would eventually screw up, get discovered like they did. Around George she couldn't think, she just lived for the moment, and that was the most dangerous thing that could happen to her, but even though… it was the most wonderful feeling in the world.
She took the closed book and put it back in the book case. But in the same moment she took out another fictional book she heard a crash from the ground floor. Confused and a little scared about what might have happened she almost rushed to the door and pulled it open, but when she had opened her mouth to yell to ask what had happened, she heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
She didn't yell, she could tell that it was two grown up people that walked up the stairs. She felt in her pocket and cursed herself for leaving her wand in her room. The two people were talking. She closed the door carefully and waited for them to come high up so that she could hear them.
"I really think that this is possibly the stupidest family I have even come upon." One of the voices said, a male voice. "Leaving the girl we need to get dead with an old woman..."
"Can you hush it?" The other voice, also male, said angry. "Do you want to ruin the whole plan?"
"Oh, I'm sorry." The first voice responded, sounding very annoyed and angry. "I beg my pardon for even opening my mouth."
The footsteps stopped for a second. "Shut it, don't you remember that she's the one that killed Rabastan?" The second voice said low. "Not even you could take him down."
There was a pause, and then they moved upwards again. "In there." The first voice said, almost in a whisper. "She's in there."
Alicia looked around for something to defend herself with, but only found Fred or George's beaters bat, which had to do. She barely could breathe after she had taken the bat into her hand; she knew that any second now could the two Death Eaters come in through that door. But they didn't. She could hear how they opened the door, but it was the door to the other room, not the one that she was in.
Seeing her moment to act on her own behalf, she opened the door, quietly, and then walked a few steps forwards and kicked with her force at the death eater closest to the stairs, she kicked him behind one of his knees. He yelled out the pain and lost his balance.
Before the other Death Eater could act, or before he understood what had happened actually, she practically threw herself forward and seized the wand the first Death Eater had, and cast a stunner spell on him, and he fell to the ground.
She stood up, still with the wand in her hand; she walked forward and put one foot on the side of the Death Eaters face, pressing his face to the ground, keeping the bat so that he could see it.
"Why do you want me dead?" She asked him as he twitched in pain.
"Because of the information." He answered.
"What information?"
"The information your father told you about. Ah, that hurt." He cried out in pain, she had changed the position of her foot.
"It's supposed to hurt." She snapped. "What information?" She asked once again, but when he didn't answer, she changed the question. "Information about what?"
"I don't know." He responded. "I was just told to kill you, before you told anyone."
She was bewildered, she hadn't gotten any information of this importance from her father. Was that why he had disappeared, gone missing? So this was why they wanted her dead? Because they thought that she had gotten information about something.
She took away her foot from his head and bent down, placing her knee on his back, and the other on the floor. She put one of her hand on the back of his head and the other one under his chin.
"What are you doing?" He asked scared.
"I was thinking about killing you, since you can't give me any information of such importance that I might even consider to let you walk out of here alive." She answered.
"Wait, wait!" He said. "It's something about the MMP."
"What's the MMP?" She asked.
"That I don't know." He answered. "That I don't know, I just know that your father figured out about that Scrimgeour stopped the destroying of it, that he didn't destroy it like so many others thought."
Alicia stayed silent for a second, so her father found out something about Scrimgeour. That there was an ulterior motive why the minister was so interested in what had happened to her father.
"What happened to my father?" She asked, determined to know. "Did you kill him?"
"Yes. But only because Scrimgeour came to us about it." The Death Eater squeaked out.
"What?!" Alicia asked chocked. "Scrimgeour knew about it? He wanted my father dead? Why?"
"Yes! Because of The MMP. Scrimgeour came to us; I know that because I was there. He said that he wanted John Spinnet dead, that he would help us killing him."
Alicia couldn't believe what she heard. If she got it correctly, had her father found out about something that Scrimgeour didn't want him to find out? And then set out a trap for him with Death Eaters. And then he walked around and pretended to care. John Spinnet was murdered because Scrimgeour wanted to save his own skin.
Out of fury and anger she put back one of her hands under his chin and the other at the back of his head, and snapped his head, cracked his neck. Killing him. She was really angry, she didn't know if she believed what he had told her or not. But then her mind floated back to the last time she had spoken to her dad, he had sounded so distressed, like he knew that something bad would happen.
He had said that he had something important to tell her. She, who had been in a rush, asked why he could tell anyone else about it, why it just had to be her, but he had answered that he couldn't tell anyone else.
She had just said that she didn't have time to talk to him; she was already late for work. She wished that she had talked to him, so she had found out what the MMP was.
She stood up from where she was still kneeing over his back and almost ran down to the kitchen, she had to find out what had happened to Mrs. Weasley. Had they killed her? Was that the crash she had heard? When she came down to the kitchen she called out for her, and got answered by a banging on the door.
It turned out that Mrs. Weasley had but shut inside the scullery and put under a silence spell. Alicia lifted the spell from her.
"Are you alright?" Mrs. Weasley asked and hugged Alicia tightly. "I'm so sorry; I didn't see them coming... I shouldn't have been so careless, leaving my wand away like that, I'm so sorry."
"Take it easy. I'm alright." Alicia responded. "It was just lucky that I heard them coming up the stairs."
"What happened to them?" Mrs. Weasley asked the question that Alicia hoped that she wouldn't ask.
"They're both stunned." Alicia lied. She didn't want them to become even weirder around her.
"Thank god that they didn't hurt you."
"Mrs. Weasley... has you heard about something called the MMP?" Alicia asked.
"I'm sorry dear, but I can't say I have, not now anyway." Mrs. Weasley answered, shaking her head. "What should we do with them?" She meant the Death Eaters.
"I'll take care of them." Alicia answered; she didn't want Mrs. Weasley to find out that she had killed one of them.
She walked back up the stairs. She avoided looking at them as she stepped over the first one, the dead one and took the wand of the second one, the one that still was stunned. Then she walked into the room and put away the two other wands at a safe place and took her own.
She floated the two of them outside the gate to the Burrow; she placed a weightless charm over the dead one and then woke the other. He looked up at her with a slight fear and felt for his wand.
"Do you think I'm stupid?" She asked coldly.
He didn't answer, he reached over to feel for his friend.
"He's dead..." She answered. "I warned you, now he's dead because you messed up."
"I'm just fallowing orders." He answered in a shaking voice.
"Who's?" she asked.
"Yaxley and Snape." He answered short. "They told us to try now that you're unprotected."
"Then tell him that I can protect myself." She answered. "That the only reason that you are alive is because that I don't want any dead Death Eaters here." She continued with utter disgust. "Tell him that I will be leaving this place after midnight. That if you look for me here again, you won't find me."
"O-o-okay." He shaking answered. "I'll tell them that."
"Oh and... Um, tell Snape that if I ever see him again... he'll pay for what he did to George." She added.
"Who?" He looked confused.
"He'll know who I mean." She answered, crossing her arm. "I want you to get up, take your buddy and leave."
He nodded slightly and did she told him to. She stood with her arms crossed, her wand ready to use any second, as she looked after him as he walked away, and when he was out of sight she exhausted sat down on the ground.
She knew that it was a bad idea that they left her and Mrs. Weasley all alone. But it still bothered her how they gotten inside the Burrow. She leaned back and lay on the ground. She didn't want to think what the Death Eater had told her about her father's death, she just refused to. Could it be that he had died because that Scrimgeour had wanted it? Maybe not murdered by the hands of the old minister, but he was a part of it.
Her heart almost stopped as she flew up on her feet as she heard a small crack next to her. They couldn't be back could they? But it turned out that she was wrong, it wasn't death eaters, and it was Bill, Charlie and Ginny, finished with the shopping for her school start.
"What are you doing here, something happened?" Charlie asked her as she put down her wand and felt her heart start to move.
"Don't even ask." She answered. "Let's go inside and I'll tell you."
Alicia was up in the room she was sleeping in. She was lying on the bed and stared into the sealing. She kept thinking about what he had told her. She had for a very long time known that her father was dead, she just knew. But... had he been murdered because Scrimgeour had wanted it? It was possible, Scrimgeour had been known for having a heart of stone, and would do anything to save his career.
But he died to keep Harry Potter's location unknown? But he would still have been killed if he had told them. She was confused. She had asked Bill and Charlie if they knew what the MMP was. Bill had just answered that he didn't know and that they should take it up later, when Kingsley and everybody else were back at the Burrow.
She heard some voices outside the door; she listened more closely and heard that it was Fred and George. She sprung up to her feet and opened the door and almost flung herself at George, casted her arms around him neck
"Hey there." George said smiling and held her tightly.
"I'll go down." Fred said and cast one last look at them. As he walked down his happy mood faded, he, honestly, felt a little jealous that George had somebody to love and who loved him back. For the first time in his life was he feeling jealous of his brother, of his twin that he shared everything with. She really was almost the only thing that separated them.
Alicia sighed as she held him closer. "You can't believe how happy I am to see you right now." She said and couldn't help herself, the tears that she had kept locked away inside her, just poured out. "I'm so happy." She repeated.
"What are you crying about?" He comforted her.
She let go of her hold of him a little so that she could look him in the eyes. He smiled to her, which just made her cry anymore.
"I'm here." He said, wiping away the tears under her eye. "I won't leave you again, never."
"I know, I know." She nodded.
People say, a picture can say more than a thousand words. But they also say, a gesture can give someone much more feeling than simple words. It this case it was the latter, the kiss that he gave her gave more assurance that he wasn't going to leave her than his words. That sweet and wonderful kiss, which made her all tingly in her knees and seemed to last forever.
When the two of them arrived down into the kitchen, the dinner was ready. Alicia sat down next to Fred; who gave her a smile and a friendly pat on the back.
"I don't want anyone to talk about what happened today until after dinner." Mrs. Weasley warned them, she had seen that Mr. Weasley had opened his mouth to say something. "All talk about it can wait until after dinner."
After dinner and after the dessert, which Kingsley had appeared for right on time. Mrs. Weasley ordered Ginny out of the room. Ginny protested though, saying that she actually was seventeen now, and she got to stay, but having to promise not to disturb them.
"When the Death Eaters was here earlier." Alicia started. "I was able to press out some information out of him." She looked around at all the faces turned toward her. "He said that they wanted me dead because of the information they think I possess, got from my father. But I never got any information from dad. But then he spilled out what it was about, he said that it was about the MMP."
"That's impossible." Kingsley said in surprise. "The MMP in destroyed, gone."
"He said that my father had found out that Scrimgeour hadn't destroyed it." Alicia continued. "But the question still remains, what is the MMP?" She looked toward Kingsley.
"He didn't destroy it?" He said to himself chocked, but he snapped out of the state and looked up at Alicia. "The MMP stands for Magical Magnetically Pulse. It's a devise that makes it able to... kill." He said in a lack of better words. "Magic, interrupt magic. In theory, if you use that device, all magic in a radius of 1'000 miles, will be disturbed, and disappear for 24 hours, and in that 24 hours, your can't use magic at all, inside that area."
"But who would come up with such a devise?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"We confiscated it from an old crazy wizard about six months ago. There were only a few who knew about it, Me, John, Scrimgeour, Dawlish, and two more." Kingsley continued. "When we discovered what it was able to do, we all decided that it had to be destroyed. Thinking about it, the two Aurors that was there when it allegedly was destroyed, were killed shortly after. I can't believe that he didn't destroy it. It's got to be Dawlish that told the Death Eaters... it's got to be."
"About that..." Alicia interrupted him. "He also mentioned that..." She knew that this would be hard to tell, but she had to tell them. "That... That Scrimgeour had a hand in the murder of my father." When she said this she felt George's hand, which she held under the table, squeeze hers harder.
"That's impossible." Mr. Weasley said.
"Yeah, why would the minister want to kill one of his best Aurors?" Bill agreed with his father.
"I think that it is possible." Kingsley said.
"Kingsley, you can't be serious." Mrs. Weasley said in chock.
"I'm sorry Molly, but Rufus Scrimgeour is a man that would do anything to save his own skin." Kingsley said. "Scrimgeour have never really liked John, and it wouldn't surprise me that Scrimgeour ordered the death of him to save his own ass. Sorry Alicia, the truth is harsh."
Alicia just nodded in response. She looked down on her empty plate. She couldn't, or didn't want to more likely, believe that it was even possible.
Later that night, when she and George had started to get ready for bed, the subject was still unspoken. She hadn't told anyone that she had decided to leave after midnight; they would stop her if she did. She loved George and knew that he was going to feel hurt by the fact that she was leaving him. Kingsley had told them that he was, carefully, going to figure out anything more about the MMP, and then inform them.
"Are you alright, thinking about what Kingsley said?" George asked and sat down next to her on the bed.
"I'm fine." She smiled. "I'm leaving, after midnight."
"You're funny." He answered smiling. "Where would you go?"
"I'm not joking." She responded. "I was thinking about going home, fix everything, with my job and move out of my apartment."
"Then I'm going with you." He said, looking really serious. "I said that I wouldn't leave you."
"What about your family, Fred? He's your brother, you can't just leave him." She looked at him, Fred had always been next to George. It had always been Fred and George, not just Fred, not just George. Fred and George.
"I have been with Fred for 19 years; I think that he can manage without me for some time." George looked at her seriously. "I want to be with you, nobody else. But I'm going to tell Fred about our plan, so he can explain to mum and everybody else about our absence."
"And he won't tell?"
"Not If I tell him not to." He responded and gave her a smile and a small kiss before he rose and left the room to talk to his brother.
"He said that we are stupid." George said when he came back into the room. "That we are crazy thinking about even leaving this house without Mum's permission."
"Then you can ask him how the hell else I will get out of this house, do he think that she would just let me get out of the house?" She was starting to get a little angry. "I can't do anything while I'm shut in here, I have to do something, I have to show that I'm not gone... that I am still in this fight."
"I know." George responded and sat down next to her, after he put down the bag with clothes he had packed for himself. "I know, don't worry, you know how Fred is."
"I know." She whispered and put down her head at his chest, letting him caress her hair.
"What are we going to do?" He asked. "Its two hours left until midnight."
She didn't respond, she lifted her head and kissed him.
"I think I like this plan." He mumbled between kisses and put on her back down on the floor. "Are you sure?" He broke off the contact and asked her.
"More than I have ever been." She responded and reached out for him but he just gave her a small smile and took his wand, muttering something as he pointed at the door.
"What did you do?" She asked.
"Making sure that nobody can walk in on us now." He answered and put away his wand. "Or hear."
She smiled at his smartness and helped him take his shirt off. But when he reached for her, she stopped him. "Can we, leave my shirt on?"
"Okay." He said. "Anything for you."
Never since they had broken up had she felt somebody male so close to her, she had just not felt that right. But she could easily tell that he had, and she didn't blame him for it. They were broken up.
The time left until midnight was practically flying by. It was already past midnight when George had made sure that everybody was in bed, sleeping.
"I have never seen where you live." George said as they arrived into the kitchen.
"I can say that you have to be ready for a surprise." Alicia responded dryly and walked over to the cabinet where Mrs. Weasley kept all her herbs and medical stuff. She quickly found what she was looking for and swept down the bottles into her bag.
She closed the cabinet and walked with George out of the kitchen and over the yard, outside the gate, long enough so that they could apparate away.
"Just take my hands and trust me. And the on three, we apparate." Alicia told him remembering that she had read somewhere about if two people held hands and apparated, one of them could steer to where, since she had never even tried side-along apparition and didn't even want to try.
"Okay he said and took her hands in his own.
"One... Two... Three." She said and they apparated.
When their feet touched the ground, he let go of her hands and looked up at the house. "Wow, is this really where you grew up?" the house he faced was about three times as big as the Burrow.
"Home." Alicia said and looked up at the house she hadn't been inside for seven months.
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