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Chapter 12
"Forgive Me"
I cant let them lose their lives for me. I'm just one person. Nothing more and nothing less. Why do they care? What can John do?
"We have to move to a safe house for now, until we get this settled." suggested Mr. Weasley.
"You can all stay with us, its out of the way and maybe a little harder to find." suggested Bill.
"That's a good idea son, if you both don't mind."
"It's no problem at all." said Fleur. But it is a problem, the last thing I need on my conscious is John going to their house. I walked upstairs to Ginny's room and sat on the bed. My mom came in behind me and sat on the bed beside me.
"Are you alright love?" she asked.
"No"
"What's wrong?"
"All of this is what's wrong!" I snapped.
"I know, I should have killed John while I had the chance. If I ever did get the chance. This is all my fault for putting this on you."
"It's a little late to be saying that now mom, but I guess lets just get ready to leave." Everyone packed their suitcases and met outside. We took a port key to Bill and Fleur's house. It was really beautiful to, down by a beach. I hate the idea of John finding this place. Ginny and I are sharing a room so we put our stuff in.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"I could be a whole lot better." I sighed. The day went long. We all were doing our own thing around the house. In my opinion this house is a lot bigger and has more space. George did find me outside.
"Don't go and try and tell me your fine." he said sternly.
"Ok, I wont, I'm not fine." he sat down next to me.
"How many times do I have to tell you that you don't have to keep doing this alone?" he asked.
"About a hundred. Tell me George, what can John truly do? Yes he'll be the strongest werewolf, but what of it?" I asked.
"Well first of all he has to kill you to get that power and I will not let that happen. Maybe you are right about what he can do, but since he has to kill you to get that power, I wont let it happen." he said sweetly. I laid my head on his shoulder. I wish I could be like that. As strong as him. The day went by really quickly and dinner came and went. After dinner, I snuck into the room my mom was staying in to see if I could find anything about the ritual. I did find where the spot was, and how to call a werewolf.
Death, is it really as bad as it sounds? Who knows, but all I do know is dying to save someone I love is worth it. They are willing to sacrifice themselves for me, but I'm not willing for them to do that. I opened the window and sent a silver spark out towards the moon. That would call there werewolf that I am looking for. Knowing John, he'll probably be watching.
I wondered back downstairs and my mother stood up in surprise to me. It looks like she knew I did something.
"What have you done?" she demanded.
"Nothing." I said calmly as I walked for the door. She grabbed my arm and spun me around.
"You liar! I can see it in your eyes that you did something, and you were in my room. I put a spell on the door, so I knew you were in there. Now what did you do?" she demanded. I pulled my hand back. Then I pulled out my wand and shot her to the wall.
"Don't take that tone with me! You are all willing to risk yourselves for me, but I'm not. So don't go raising your voice." I growled. I walked outside. George followed me. He then grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
"What are you doing?" he asked. I could tell he was scared by the tone in his voice.
"To tell you the truth, I don't really know anymore. I used to hate waking up everyday. I hated where I was and not remembering my past. I always felt out of place. Then I met you, and your family. You made me feel like I wasn't some misfit or freak. I finally felt like I belonged somewhere." Ok, here came the water works. George leaned in and wiped my tears away with his fingers.
"You are no misfit to me. I will always fight for you, so please, don't do something stupid." he pleaded. I smiled and kissed him on his lips.
"Thank you George, you really mean a lot to me."
"Same to you, now please come back inside." he pleaded. I wrapped one arm around his neck in a hug, and pulled out my wand with my other hand.
"Forgive me." I whispered.
"What?"
"Stupefy" I whispered. A small spark came from the end of my wand and George fell to the ground unconscious. I leaned down beside him and kissed his cheek. Then I opened my moms book and teleported to the spot of the ritual. It was a dark spot in the woods. The only light I had was the moon and my wand.
"Well, so you did came." I looked up in fear as John came out from behind a tree. My heart began to race as I thought of the words to say.
"Of course."
"I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me when I saw that spark. Now why have you chosen to come instead of me coming for you?" he asked.
"I thought this would be easier. The Weasley's mean so much to me, and if they died by your hands to protect me, well I wouldn't be able to take it." I choked.
"How very noble of you my dear." he smirked. Next thing I knew he was standing behind me. Like a flash. He gently started to caress my neck, pushed my hair back. He leaned in and smelled my neck.
"Huh, beautiful, now shall we get started?" he asked. I nodded. He led me over to the stone table and bound me to it. Then, the whole forest lit up. There was a ring of fire around the table. My heart started to race. John stood beside me and laughed.
"Shall we begin?" he laughed. A tear streaked down my cheek.
OHHH CLIFF HANGER!
