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Author's note: I apologize for taking so long! I've been busy with work and trying to find time to type isn't easy. I decided to edit this chapter, so be sure to check for updates fairly often just so you don't miss the new version! I am currently attempting to finish up the story before I add any more chapters to this site, so you will know when I am finished, because there will be a new chapter added. Also, I am currently writing a new chapter one, in order to add a bit more to my OC's past. The current Chapter One feels a bit more of a poor write to me. I'll keep it in, it's just going to receive a major face-lift to make it sound more original.
I rushed into the already crowded room and tightly embraced Fred, gaining a momentary glance from Mrs. Weasley before she returned her attention to George.
"Thank goodness you're alright! I wasn't sure if it was you or George that would be cursed!" I gasped, seeing George with a gaping hole where his ear should have been, with a thin trickle of blood dripping down his face.
At least he is alive. It could have ended a lot worse. But Snape hit him a lot better than I'd expected.
"Has he said anything to you at all?"
"Only that he was holey."
"Is that all? He coulda done better than that!"
"That's what I said, too!"
"Good Ole' George." I grinned and pecked brother-in-law on the forehead before taking Fred's hand and leading him into the kitchen and away from everyone else.
"If you don't tell her now, I will. Our marriage can't remain a secret for much longer. You should know that as much as I do." I whispered.
Fred glanced toward the living room before replying. "I haven't figured a way to tell without her going berserk on us."
"She will no matter what. I've already told you that. And the closer the wedding gets the worse she'll take it. Tonight is the best night to tell her. She's preoccupied with George, so she won't have much time to overreact. So tell her now, or like I already said, I will." My last words were venomous.
And it wouldn't hurt to tell you she's going to ask what we were just talking about, since she overheard my last sentence.
"What is it you need to tell me, Fred? It'll have to wait until later, when I'm not busy."
At that moment I made what was probably one of the rashest decisions of my life up to that point.
"Actually, Molly, now is more than a good time to talk. Isn't it, Fred?" I looked sternly at Fred, whose face had lost all color.
"Of course it is. But Crystal is the one who wants to tell, not me."
Mrs. Weasley shrugged and headed back to the living room to tend to George.
"Fine with me, but don't say I didn't warn you." I whispered to Fred as I followed Mrs. Weasley to the living room where most everyone was now gathered.
"You remember how Fred and I are engaged?"
Mrs. Weasley eyed the ring on my left hand before nodding.
Deep breaths, deep breath. Relax, there is nothing to worry about. Her reaction will be what you expect.
"Well, there is actually a little more to the story than you already know."
At this point Mrs. Weasley was all ears. "What more is there? Have you not told me something?"
I looked at Fred and elbowed him, telling him it was his turn to talk.
"Well… sort of. You remember last month when George and I took Ginny and Crystal to the shop? Well, that's not the only place we went that night."
Mrs. Weasley's eyes grew narrower and narrower, scrutinizing every word Fred had said. "Where else did you go that night?"
Ginny and I exchanged glances. Her mother's voice sounded almost deadly.
Looking very much like a mouse backed into a corner by a group of cats, Fred swallowed a lump in his throat and blurted the whole thing out at once.
"CrysanIgotmarried."
Mrs. Weasley looked as though she would laugh until she caught on to exactly what her son had just said.
"You did WHAT? How DARE you! You should have known better! Sneaking off in the middle of the night with your sister! You could have been killed! Or worse! There could have been dementors around! And all that just to get married! Oh, don't you dare smile, Crystal! You had the power to at least say no!"
Indeed I was grinning. I had predicted this exact reaction over the news. Terribly frightful reaction, yes. But it was exactly what I had told Fred it would be.
"Please don't take it out on her, Mum. I basically forced Crystal to go along with it. And Ginny only came because she threatened to tell you if I didn't include her in all of it. George… well, he knew, but he's already been punished for his part, really, so you shouldn't take it out on him either. I was the culprit. I planned everything. Make you think Crys and I were engaged and all the while really planning a wedding. Hard thing to keep, but we managed. And now there's nothing you can do about it. The deed's done, vows exchanged. Please just live with it."
The pleading in Fred's voice seemed to force Mrs. Weasley into silence as she sighed and returned her attention to George.
A feeling of relief washed over me. I looked about the room, counting twice, than a third time, to make sure I was correct.
"Where are Bill, Lupin, Mad-Eye and Mundungus?"
"Mad-Eye ees dead. Bill and I saw eet. Mundungus fled and You-Know-'oo caught Mad-Eye before disappearing. Bill and Remus 'ave gone to look for 'is body. They do not wish for the Death Eaters to find eet first."
A lump caught in my throat at Fleur's words. Mad-Eye dead. Why hadn't I seen it coming? Things like that were usually shown to me, so why hadn't I envisioned it?
Fred wrapped me in his arms and settled his chin on my shoulder, sensing my restlessness.
"You don't always need to see everything. You didn't expect me to propose, so you shouldn't expect to know everything that will happen."
I sighed. "I know. It's common knowledge that I'm a Seer, and that alone could easily place me as a target, which is not good. If Voldemort were to succeed in taking the Ministry than I will be unable to return to Hogwarts. I will become a fugitive."
"When we were married a month ago I made a vow. That vow included protecting you at all costs. As your husband you cannot prevent me from doing my job."
"We vowed to protect each other. Now off to bed. I will see you in the morning. No, not tonight. Tonight I sleep in Ginny's room. You, though, will be in your own room, back at the shop."
Author's note: This is one of my longer chapters, and it covers quite a bit, so I apologize if it feels slightly overwhelming when you read it. Please review, especially if you have suggestions on how I might improve the story. Also, I have lately noticed that there are many who seem to be annoyed by Mary Sue's, so if Crystal seems like one even a little, or a lot, please inform me so that I may make an attempt to change that. Unlike those who fight that they're characters are not said Sue's, I will attempt to change the character, for writing is what I would like to do as a career in the future, so I am more than willing to take the criticism that will improve it.