Chapter Eleven: In Which Molly Meddles and Things Get Worse

Discordia,

I think we should talk. My brother is naming me godfather of my new niece. Please come to the ceremony? The information is included.

George

Discordia read the letter for a third time. Something about it was different. It didn't feel like George to her, but it could have been because of how they left their relationship. She wasn't sure if she could go. It depended on if she could make herself face him and if she could get away from the change process of her country. Discordia thought about it for a moment, and decided she missed him. She took out a piece of parchment and wrote:

George,

I'm glad that you want to talk. I miss you. I'll be there.

Cordy

She gave her note and some treats to the owl and told it to return to the sender. She truly smiled for the first time in a month.


Molly Weasley waited anxiously for a return owl. She was hoping the young Malfoy girl would believe the message was from George. Molly hadn't known all of the details of their relationship, but she did know that George had been happy. That was the only thing that mattered.

"Mum, you've been staring out that window for a day," Ginny said as she waddled into the kitchen.

"I know, I'm waiting for a response to an invitation," she answered vaguely.

Ginny thought about what her mother had said and something clicked in her head. "Oh Mum, you didn't?" She asked remembering a conversation she and George had. It was about Molly's persistence in George inviting Discordia to the ceremony.

"Didn't do what?" Molly asked with false innocence.

"You did not invite that slag to Lucy's godparent ceremony?" Ginny asked disappointedly.

"Ginevra Molly Weasley Potter! What type of language is that?" Molly scolded without answering her daughter's question.

"Oh, Merlin, you did! Why?"

"Because George was happy," Molly reasoned.


Discordia finished packing her clothes for the weekend in London. She was nervous because she hadn't seen George in two months. There was a lot they had to talk about. Her trunk felt as if she were going to be in London for more than the weekend, but she needed to have three or four robe options for a ceremony like this. When she was named Vinnie's godmother, she had gotten to be a part of something like this, so she knew what an honor it was. Discordia was happy that George was getting the chance to be a godfather.

"You're really going to this thing?" Draco asked.

"Yes, Draco, for the last time, I'm going," she responded in an aggravated tone.

"Are you sure that is a wise idea? Weasleys turn as red as their hair when they're mad at you. I don't think it's the best bloody idea you've ever had. They'll hate you for leaving," Draco told her.

"Draco stop being melodramatic. He invited me," she told him.

"Gryffindors like to meddle. I don't think it was him. Who would take two months to talk to someone? You said yourself the note seemed suspicious. What if it's one of those other daft Weasleys? What if they want to hex you or something?" Draco worried. Discordia really looked at him then because worry was not something Draco did with others around.

"I'll be fine," she assured him.

"What about the other stuff you have to say? How do you know that will turn out alright?"

"I don't, but I can't know until I try," she answered him.

"I don't think it will turn out well. I mean even if he's one of the more tolerable Weasleys, they're still a bunch of low-class dolts."

"If it doesn't go well, then I have you to make me feel better," she said cheerfully. Draco sighed. He knew there was no deterring her. He had once had the same stubbornness over a much different task.

"Well at least be careful," he said as he placed a kiss on her forehead and stood to leave. Astoria was waiting downstairs with his aunt. They were going to meet his uncle and have a late dinner as soon as Discordia left for the Manor.

"I'm a Malfoy, we're never careful. We just do what we want and damn the consequences," she joked and bid him farewell for now.


The Friday before the godparent ceremony had George all anxious. He could not wait. His whole family was sitting at the kitchen table in the Burrow. It had been enchanted to fit them all. He was getting ready to grab for some of the potatoes when Ginny caught his eye. She motioned for him to follow her to the other room. He nodded and got up from the table.

"You will not believe what Mum has done," Ginny told him once they were alone.

"What do you mean?"

"She invited the she-Malfoy," Ginny told him.

"What?!" George asked confused. He could not believe what Ginny was telling him.

"She did," Ginny reassured.

"MUM!" George shouted into the kitchen.

"George, dear, why are you shouting?" Molly asked as she entered the room.

"Please tell me that Ginny is not serious. Please tell me you did not invite Discordia Malfoy to this ceremony," George pleaded.

"Well, I can't tell you that I didn't, but George it's for the best. Just listen to me," Molly replied to her distraught son. George ignored her.

"I'm going home! That is just what I need the night before something this important!" He shouted as he headed toward the Floo. Molly tried to get him to stop, but it didn't work. For just a moment, she thought maybe this had not been the best idea.


Discordia had sat in the back to not disrupt the ceremony. However, she was not camouflaged as she was one of the seven people that did not have red hair. She smiled when George took the oath to protect his niece. Discordia remembered that feeling when she made the same promise to Mithras about Vinnie.

George stared at her. She was sitting at the last table in the place once the food was served. He was going to try as hard as he could to ignore her presence.

Discordia looked up just at the moment George looked away from her. She was certain it was on purpose because he had avoided her the entire time. However, his mother had been very gracious. She started to wonder if that was who really invited her. Her stomach was fluttering. How could she talk to him knowing he did not want her here?

Discordia waited a few hours before she finally could approach George alone. She met George in Percy's sitting room.

"George?" She hesitantly spoke to him.

"Have you figured out yet that I didn't want you here?" He asked angrily as he turned to face her.

She nodded. It had been obvious as she sat alone through most of the function that she was not wanted. Molly Weasley had come by once or twice to tell her that George wanted her here. It was an obvious lie.

"Then why are you talking to me?"

"Because I have to tell you something, just hear me out and then I'll leave," she begged him.

"You have two minutes," he replied not even looking at her.

"Okay, well I just wanted to tell you that I miss you," she started.

"If that's it, then you can go."

"No, I'm not done! I'm pregnant!" She yelled, infuriated by his callousness.

He stared at her. She had to be kidding. He thought back to their personal moments. They never once had thought about precaution.

"You're not joking?" He asked.

"No. And I know you're not happy about it, but I felt that you should know. It's the only reason I decided to talk to you anyway. Not that I think I want to have your child after all of this," she explained to him as she started to turn.

George grabbed her arm, "I'm upset, but maybe something will happen and you won't have to worry about it!"

Ginny had just entered the room and her eyes narrowed. She could see how upset George was about something and saw red. She immediately removed her wand from her robes and shouted, "STUPEFY!" It was loud and powerful as Ginny had meant it to be. Powerful enough that Discordia flew back into the back wall of the room. A reverberating thud could be heard throughout the house. It was loud enough to bring Molly Weasley running into the room.

"Ginevra, what have you done?!" She asked harshly as she saw her only daughter standing in a defensive position with her wand. Molly followed her daughter's eye-line to Discordia Malfoy's small form on the floor at the back wall with George standing over her.

"We have to get her to Mungo's, NOW!" George demanded with a glare at his sister. He could not believe this just happened. He had just told her that something might happen.

"What happened?" Molly asked staring at both her children.

"Mum, not now! We have to get her to Mungo's! She's pregnant," he said as he picked up Discordia and disapparated with her.

Within seconds they were at St. Mungo's, witches in green robes ran up to him.

"What is this?" One asked upset with the sudden disturbance on her floor.

"She was hit with an extremely powerful stunning hex that threw her into a wall about ten feet away. She's pregnant," George rambled to them.

"What's her name?" The woman asked when the severity hit her. A wizard in blue robes immediately took Discordia from his arms and rushed her to a room.

"Discordia Malfoy," he answered. He followed them to the room. He could not believe this was happening.

"Discordia Malfoy, the woman that is Lucius Malfoy's niece? Do you know how far along she is? Anything that can help me get an accurate assessment before he shows up will be for the best."

"No, she just told me today. My guess is no more than four months, if that. Is she going to be okay?"

The witch didn't respond as she immediately started doing charms with her wand. George watched as she did so. It was then he noticed the blood. He stared frozen. He could not believe what he was seeing. Had he really wished this upon her?

"Excuse me; we cannot get Lucius Malfoy on the Floo network. Who else should we contact?" A woman in pink robes asked the witch examining Discordia.

"Her next contact is Draco Malfoy," the woman said after checking Discordia's chart. George groaned. Malfoy was going to use the Killing Curse on him for sure. The woman nodded and left. George had thought about leaving her here for half a second, but he wouldn't. Not when he was the reason she was laying in that hospital bed bleeding.

"What the bloody hell did you do to her Weasley?!" A familiar voice asked from the doorway. George turned to face Discordia's cousin.

"I didn't do any…" George started, but was not able to finish as Draco's fist connected with his jaw. George fell backward.

"That behavior will not be tolerated here!" The woman scolded both of them even though George felt Malfoy's hit was justified.

"Well as I was going to say before you hit me, I didn't do anything. My sister hexed her," George continued.

"I don't care whose fault it was Weasley! That's my cousin, the closest thing I have to a sibling, lying on a bed broken!" He whispered vehemently so that the medi-witch didn't pay attention to them. "She's pregnant you dolt!"

"I know, she told me before it happened," George answered ashamed.

"Well, it seems that her injuries are not within healing range. However, she's lost the baby. We have managed to heal her enough for her to have children in the future," the woman told both of them. Draco shot George a glare.


It was two days of sitting in the waiting room before Discordia woke. As much as Draco would have liked for Weasley to leave, he didn't. His uncle Vesperus had even attacked the redheaded man. Telling him that as soon as she woke up that George was to leave their sight. He then proceeded to the infamous Mrs. Weasley and told her that she should have raised her children better. It had been a blow to the entire Weasley clan. Draco was certainly relishing in that.

"Hello?" Discordia asked groggily. Her father, Draco, and George immediately looked to her.

"Discordia, how are you feeling?" Vesperus asked. He sounded tired and weary.

"Like a train hit me," she replied in a shallow voice. "What happened?" Vesperus and Draco looked to George. The reason he got to stay until she woke was because he was to explain to her.

"We're going to let him explain that," Draco said with venom as he looked to George. Both he and Vesperus stood to leave the room. They were going to let George do this by himself.

"George? What are you doing here?" She asked strained. George sighed. This was going to be harder than he thought.

"Um, you came to visit me at my niece's godparent ceremony. And well you were telling me that you were pregnant, and well my sister cornered you. She hexed you hard," he admitted, "I'm so sorry for this." He hung his head not being able to look her in the eyes.

"What happened to the baby?" Discordia asked.

"It…it didn't make it," George admitted. Discordia's eyes widened and she suddenly remembered her and George's conversation.

"Well I guess something happened to fix it," she said before turning away from him. He tried to say sorry, but she refused to look at him again. After ten minutes of trying, George gave up and headed out of the room.