6th February cont'd…

"G-George, where are we going?"

"The Burrow." He took a pinch of Floo Powder and put it in my hand and he directed me under the fireplace and urged me to go.

"Excuse me, Mr Weasley, Miss Pink, would you mind telling me what's going on?"

"Trust me, Professor."

Well, as far as I was concerned, George was getting me a free ticket out of Hogwarts. I grabbed my trunk and disappeared, landing into the fireplace of the Burrow with my trunk crushing me.

"Kathryn? Is that you?" the concerned voice of Molly Weasley sounded as she hauled my trunk off me.

"Oh, Mrs Weasley, I'm so s-sorry to bother you…" I scrambled to my feet and tried to wipe off my tears as she wiped the soot off my clothes. Within seconds, George appeared, slightly more graceful than I.

"Are you two okay?" Molly offered me a seat at the kitchen table.

"Can I talk to you for a sec, mum?" George gestured for his mum to go into the kitchen where they started whispering, George was probably explaining why he had unexpectedly come home with a crying girl in the middle of term. I could see Molly nod and George grabbed a tissue and handed it to me. Molly put the tea pot on the stove and busied herself around the kitchen.

"I thought it would be easiest for us to talk here, and well, mum is pretty good on the advice, sometimes."

"I heard that…" she said, "But coming from you that's a compliment, so thanks, Georgie!"

"MUM."

I couldn't help but smirk.

"I saw that." George said, "Do you want to talk about anything?"

"I feel like I haven't properly talked to anyone in months, George…" I felt myself welling up again. I had reached breaking point and I knew I could trust him.

"I'm all ears! You said it started on Christmas Day?"

I took a deep breath before beginning, "Yeah, that's when Harry got his Firebolt from the anonymous benefactor. He was over the moon, as you can imagine. Then at lunch, Trelawney prophesied about me in front of everyone, it was definitely a proper prophesy, she went into some form of trance and everyone went silent and didn't laugh it off like they usually do…" Molly handed us a cup of tea at this point, "No one would tell me anything, Dumbledore and McGonagall just looked at each other as if they knew something. So I thought the worst. Two people out of the twelve were going to give me two pieces of the worst news of my life and half of it has come true already…"

"You're not making much sense, Kathryn… What part has come true?"

I couldn't hold the tears back any longer, "I have lost my b-best friends… Ever since that prophesy I've been having the worst luck… I feel like I've been c-cursed or something. Hermione told McGonagall about the broom, so she took it off Harry and got it checked for jinxes. Then Harry and R-Ron blame me, as well as Hermione, thinking that I had p-put her up to it or something, like I knew about it and had to s-stop her. But I s-swear to you, I d-didn't know…"

"I believe you!" George leant over the table and put his hand on mine.

I wiped away the tears, took a deep breath and tried to continue, "From then on, neither of them had anything nice to say to me… They haven't talked to me for weeks. The other day Ron was sitting by himself and I sat down beside him, and he said the most h-horrible thing to me…" I started crying uncontrollably again.

Molly set down the knife she had onto the chopping board and rubbed my back,"What did he say?"

"You r-really don't want t-to know, Mrs Weasley…"

"Call me Molly, dear…." She took a seat beside me, "Just tell me."

"He said, If I wanted you to sit beside m-me, I'd realise I was being desperate talking to a f-fat, l-lying b-bitch like you and I'd run before I also need a psy-psychiatrist." I just about made the sentence audible. Molly looked like she could have killed Ron, "P-please don't-"

"I'm going to ground him! I'm going to do worse than ground him! I'm going to-"

"Molly, p-please! I don't want to b-bad mouth him to you!" I cried at the thought of him getting shouted at and making my life even more of a misery.

"I can't believe you're defending him…"

"But he's my friend…"

Molly clenched her fists, "Friends don't say things like that, Kathryn…"

"I w-wouldn't know…" I admitted. I thought to myself for a second. Ron, Harry and Hermione were the first friends I ever had. People say mean things to me all the time, but they still care, well, I'd like to think that my mum still cares…

George's face showed great anger, "He's been horrible to you and I hadn't a clue… I thought something was wrong the other day when you were sitting on your own, but this- this is completely out of line! Kathryn you are perfect. There is nothing wrong with you! I can't believe he said that..."

I burst into tears again, not because of Ron but because George Weasley said I was perfect. Me. Perfect.

Molly wrapped her arms around me, the most loving hug I think I've felt in a very long time. It made me think of all the things I didn't have. Made me realise why I keep a diary. Why I keep everything bottled up. Because I didn't have anyone to talk to all my life. Because when I tried to I was often shot down or told to keep my feelings to myself. This is why I'm such an emotional mess now.

George grabbed me another tissue, "If you don't want to answer, I'm alright with that, but am I allowed to ask what Ron meant by the psychiatrist?"

"Oh Merlin, you don't know…"

"It's alright!" he smiled.

"Ron, Hermione, Harry, McGonagall, Lupin and Oliver know."

"Oliver Wood?" Molly asked.

"Yeah, that one was a disaster." I said quickly.

"Oh."

"How do I put this…?" I asked out loud. I had further meetings with Lupin and McGonagall about my past and we talked a lot, trying to get to the bottom of the panic attack. They had helped me come to some revelations, "I was- I was-"

"You don't need to tell us, it's okay!" George smiled.

I swallowed hard, there were some things that become more real when you speak them out loud, "I have to tell you, so that you know why that incident happened last summer." I saw George nod slightly, "Only you and Lupin know about that." He looked surprised, "As I child I was abused."

Molly gasped.

"Physically and mentally. I was looked after my auntie as a kid who liked to punish me when I did bad things. She scalded my hand by pouring boiling water on it, she bashed my head on the side of her bedside table, she made me fall down the stairs, she- I think you get the picture. She was on illegal drugs, she was depressed and my uncle found out what was happening with me and he confronted her. She stabbed him and I witnessed everything. I was almost seven. I called for the Muggle police and an ambulance. She found out and went mad. She tried to clean up the body when the police arrived. She held me hostage with a knife to my throat. One of the officers took a step too close and she stabbed me in the shoulder. As I fell to the ground they shot her in the upper chest and arrested her…" I showed them the scar on my left shoulder.

Tears were now streaming from Molly's face and I could see George blinking a lot.

"My parents blamed me for all that had happened. Saying that I drove her to do it… That I was the one who drove her mad from being such a bad girl and that it was all my fault… A few months later, my teachers in school noticed that I was still not coping very well. I was being bullied, I was thrown about like a ragdoll, they called me names, I had lost all my friends and all of a sudden I could do things that were inexplicable when my magic kicked in. They recommended that I went to a psychiatrist to try and sort me out a bit. I sat through hours of therapy. I was only mentally strong enough to leave at age nine.
Then one day, a stiff woman who seemed to not care less about me, came into my parent's home and told me that I was a witch. That explained a lot to me. I had read stories from the library as a kid. But in the beginning McGonagall had no time for me, she rushed me around Diagon Alley. She dropped me off home at the end of the day like I was an excess weight on her shoulders she didn't need. But when I got sorted into Gryffindor her whole attitude changed towards me. I could tell she was surprised I was in Gryffindor, she was probably told by my parents what I was like and expected me to be a Slytherin or something. Finding out I was a witch only gave my parents more ammunition, though. Yet there stood my perfect brother who could do no wrong. He was the one who got all the love, care, attention, presents and recognition he deserved. The only person who seemed to care about me was my Granny. She still does. And you've seen that George from her notes at Christmas."

He nodded, seemingly not knowing what to say or do.

"So all my life I've been told that I'm not good enough, that I am worthless. Then Hogwarts happened. My life changed completely. I was no longer stuck in a place I was hated for being born… For some reason though, people always appear to take a while to get on with me. I must have too many scars and walls built. But now you understand. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to tell you…"

"Oh, Kathryn…" Molly wailed, she went to get herself a tissue and she stirred a pot sitting on the stove.

"It's just that Hermione is so busy with all her classes, and that Ron and Harry seem to hate me because I did nothing. My life has become school, homework, bed, repeat. I was cracking up. I felt like a waste of space again. I wasn't living. The safe place in my life was crumbing because of this prophesy. I thought that my life was getting back on track after Halloween and I just thought that if I left Hogwarts and tried to start over, that I could be happy again…"

"We're going to sort this." George said, "I promise." He grabbed a tissue and blew his nose.

Mr Weasley walked in through the back door. I quickly cleared up the remainder of tears on my cheeks.

"Evening! To what do I owe this pleasure?" he looked knackered. He was working on a Sunday, so an emergency must have happened at the Ministry.

I looked at George, who looked back at me, question in his eyes. Molly also had that same look. They wanted to know how much I would allow Mr Weasley to know.

"I've had a bit of a hard time lately, Mr Weasley…" I admitted, "George brought me here to talk and Molly has been very kind. Is it okay if you tell him, Molly? I really should get out of your hair and not cause you anymore bother…"

"Don't be silly dear, you and George can go and relax before dinner, just be careful with those boxes. I'll fill Arthur in now."

"Thank you." I spoke sincerely.

We walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway where we got to the bottom of the staircase. I looked up to see at least five floors above me, "You can come up to my room." He smiled and took my hand.

I stood on the spot, his arm tugging at mine, "Your room…?"

He laughed, "Come on, I won't bite!"

I followed him up the stairs to the second floor, where we entered the door on the right. There were two Queen-sized beds, a wardrobe, two bedside tables and a mass of boxes on the floor. There was the very distinct smell of gunpowder. I was careful to avoid the boxes, if Molly had taken the time to warn me, they had to be dangerous. Knowing Fred and George I would have to tread carefully. I took a seat on the closest bed.

"Sitting on my bed, are we?"

"Oh, sorry, I-" I felt extremely nervous.

George laughed, "You need to relax!"

"Sorry…"

"You also need to stop saying sorry."

"Sor- Okay!" I bit my lip.

He laughed again, "You're funny!" he was kneeling on the floor and picked up a small, flat box, "This should be familiar to you?"

I opened it to reveal the bracelet he had given me for my twelfth birthday, with some slight modifications. It no longer said 'Kathryn' but now said 'Katy' and it was now blue with pink writing whereas it had been blue with white writing before. "Is this going to burn me, again?" I asked before picking it up. I remember throwing it back at him in anger at it left a searing red burn around my arm, he had fixed it back then and tried to give it back but that was when he found out about the gash on my face and… well he must have pocketed it again. I had completely forgotten about it. I can't believe he's kept it all this time.

"I promise it won't hurt you!" he lifted it and put it around my wrist, it felt warm as he put his own bracelet on.

"Katy?" I said.

"I just thought it could be your pet name? I'm not a fan of others…"

"If you call me Katy, I'll call you Georgie."

"Deal." He stuck out his hand and we shook.

"You'll wear the bracelet?"

"Every day." I said sarcastically.

"This is one of my favourite product designs." George lifted another box from the floor, "Puking pastels. You can try one if you like?"

"I know you'll not be offended if I politely decline."

"And we've also made fainting fancies, nosebleed nougat and these…" George took out a box of sweets, "The effects last for about ten minutes, we're working on making them last longer. Taste one."

"What are they?"

"Flirting fancies."

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"They make the person who eats the sweet flirt uncontrollably with people."

"You just want me flirting with you." I shook my head at him with a sly smile.

"Maybe?" he smiled back, nudging my arm cheekily.

"What's this?" I saw something run across the floor by my feet and picked it up, "AOWWW." It bit me. My arm started to tingle.

"That, is a Sneaking Spider. It makes the part of the body it bites go numb."

"George I can't feel my arm." I picked up my right hand with my left and dropped it. It swung from side to side. I couldn't control it. I couldn't help but laugh at how helpless I was as my arm hung by my side, "How long does this last for?" I asked.

"Only a few minutes, don't worry!"

I was gobsmacked, "How do you do all this?"

"Fred and I have a lot of time on our hands during the summer and when we're not doing homework."

"It's amazing!" I admitted. I carefully sat down on the floor beside him as the sensation began to return in my arm again.

"Can I ask you something?" George asked innocently. (Not that he is particularly innocent.)

"Anything." I said, suddenly feeling nervous.

George looked up from the box in his hand, "What happened on Halloween Night?"

"You mean my panic attack in the Great Hall?" I saw no point in holding back, George seemed to know a lot more about me than most these days.

"That's what it was?"

"Yeah, after what happened in Hogsmeade, my boggart being my auntie and the whole thing to do with Sirius Black, I had the most horrible nightmare I couldn't wake up from, so I thought it was reality and I was shot and died and woke up screaming…"

"What happened in Hogsmeade?" he said carefully.

I looked down at my hands. Discussing Oliver to George just seemed… complicated. "Uhm…" I thought about what to say.

George sat on the bed beside me, "Did he hurt you?"

"Not in that way. George I was just such an idiot. He was more interested in himself than he was in me. All he talked about was how tough school was for him and how Quidditch practices were going and how he wants to be a professional Quidditch player in future. I hardly got a word in… He acted like a kid in the Muggle Shop and nearly got us kicked out and then when we were in the Three Broomsticks he called me a name I was called by bullies and humiliated me when he saw his friends. He then proceeded to ignore me and shushed me. I walked off and left him."

The shock on his face said it all, "What an arse."

"I was so sucked up in the idea that someone actually liked me. Me. The complicated fat girl. I just wanted to be loved-"

"You-"

I felt myself blush, majorly, "Oh Merlin, I should not have said that." I covered my face with my hands.

"Katy, you are very special to me, you know that? I-"

"GEORGE! KATHRYN! DINNER!" Molly shouted up the stairs.

George sighed to himself. It was like he was going to say something else, but the moment had well and truly gone… He got up and opened the door, "COMING MUM!" he replied. I was still sitting on his bed. My heart was racing. "Are you coming?" he asked, holding out his hand for me.

I took a hold of his hand and couldn't help but wrap my arms around him and hug him tight. When we pulled apart I looked up at him and into his eyes. I caught myself on, "s-".

"Don't be." He nodded towards the door and I followed him towards the beautiful smell of dinner.

Molly had served me a large portion in a bowl, "It's only stew, I'm afraid…"

"It smells amazing, Molly!" I smiled, taking the seat beside her and we all dug in.

"What subjects did you choose this year, Kathryn?" Mr Weasley asked, making the effort, probably after being horrified by Molly's story.

"Care of Magical Creatures and" I could see George in front of me gesturing for me to stop talking, "Muggle Studies".

"MUGGLE STUDIES?" Arthur's face lit up like a Christmas tree. George sighed opposite me.

"Here we go." George and Molly said at the same time.

"Your parents are muggles, am I correct in saying this?" Arthur questioned.

"You would be correct, yes." I said.

He looked up from his stew, "Are you alright to talk about your family?"

"Of course." I nodded.

"Well, tell me then," Arthur was clearly choosing between many questions in his head, "where do muggle children go to school?"

"Well, I'm not sure about all countries, but as I was born in Northern Ireland, I can only tell you so much."

"I wondered where that accent of yours was from!" Arthur quickly added and encouraged me to continue.

"As a four-year-old, muggle children go to a place called Nursery School where they learn through play before going to Primary School around age five where they learn how to read, write and do maths along with other basic subjects for seven years. Around twelve years old Muggle Children leave Primary School to go to either a High School or a Grammar School depending on academic levels. They study there for another five to seven years where they study GCSEs at age sixteen and then AS Levels at seventeen then A Levels at eighteen. Then if they get good grades, they can go to a place called University. I don't know if you have a wizarding equivalent where you can study a subject of your choice to specialise… I've completely lost you, haven't I?"

Arthur looked at me, flabbergasted. "It's completely fantastic! We don't have a wizarding University, I don't think… I love Muggles!" Arthur looked like he was going to ask another question, but Molly got in there first.

"Do you have any brothers or sisters?" she asked.

"I have a brother, Peter. He's three years and a day younger than me."

"And he's a muggle?" Arthur questioned.

"I sure hope so. We do not need any more Draco Malfoys in Hogwarts!"

I heard George snort. Molly seemed confused, "What do you mean?"

"Mum and Dad think he's God's gift. He's a spoilt brat and gets anything he wants. You want to see him on Christmas morning. Disappointed that he got 30 presents and didn't get one thing that wasn't even on his list. I'd be flipping lucky if I got anything from them…" I saw Molly frown in anger, "Sorry, I didn't mean to say that."

"It's true, Mum. Kathryn's Granny is the only person who sends her presents!"

"That's awful…"

"Arthur, you work for the Ministry of Magic, don't you?" I tried to deviate from the current topic of conversation.

Arthur's face lit up again, "In the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office."

"What does that involve?"

"Well, for example, this afternoon I was called out to raid a muggle house where a wizard had bewitched a kettle to spurt out boiling water over anyone nearby… That was a difficult one to sort. Once, there was a muggle game of poker going on where the cards were bewitched to show the card they wanted. They were all so confused when they all had aces. Last Monday I was at a Muggle house where the house keys were bewitched to become minutely small on touch. The poor fellow couldn't get into his home and was awfully muddled. And there was also-"

"Arthur, the girl was only being nice. No need to bombard her."

"Apologies." Arthur continued eating. I continued eating, unsure of what to say. "Just one more question and then I promise to ask no more."

I looked to Molly who gave a slight nod, "What exactly is the function of Muggle elektricy?"

"Electricity?" I asked and he nodded, "I've actually just handed in an essay on it. I'll send you a copy when I get graded, if you like?" The stew was absolutely delicious; I was wolfing it down.

"I would be delighted to read it." Arthur looked so happy.

"Electricity involves transforming one form of energy into another. A common form is burning a substance such as coal which produces heat which in turn generates energy which can be sent along wires along a magnetic field which carries the electrical current-" I stopped myself there, "basically a lot of wires are connected to this power source and by the flick of a switch they can be used to, for example, boil a kettle."

George looked at me in wonder. Molly was completely lost. Arthur looked fascinated.

"No more questions." Molly spoke as Arthur opened his mouth, "Now, George, would you find giving me a hand with dessert?"

George followed his mum into the kitchen, mucking about as usual, and quickly returned with a large slice of pavlova and a cup of tea for me. "My lady." He joked, taking a slight bow and remembering that his father was watching him, laughing. He quickly returned to the kitchen all embarrassed.

"Thank you, good sir." I replied in a very posh British accent.

"He seems to have an eye for you." Arthur said, quietly.

I immediately blushed, "He's a great guy." I tried to not give anything more away as George and Molly came back in with their desserts.

"George, dear, how are your brothers and sister doing?"

"Fred is doing good. But you're really asking the wrong person. Kathryn and Ginny are close friends and Ron, well you know about him and Percy is… Percy acting like the arrogant prat he always is."

"GEORGE!" Molly snapped. But George smiled.

I couldn't help but giggle, it was very true. Percy strolled about the school as though he owned the place. Not that I would dare say that to his parents! He took great pride in being Head Boy and bossed everyone about. Sometimes he took it too far but when something is wrong with one of the students, he really does care. He did check up on me after Halloween night and Harry after he fell off his broom. I think if he reigned it all in a bit he could be a decent young man.

"Ginny seems to be doing really well after last year. She always makes the effort to talk to me, which is very kind of her. We keep an eye out for each other, she attempted to dispute with Ron for me, but she was as unsuccessful as I was. She is extremely hard working and is surrounded by a great network of friends. She's like a little sister to me. I'm sure you're very proud of her." I said something to get Molly's piercing gaze off George, all true, of course.

"That's our little girl." Molly said proudly, "You are very welcome, Kathryn, to stay with us over the summer holidays, by the way. Any time, actually! Arthur and I were just discussing it. We'll take good care of you!"

"I'd LOVE to! I'll talk to mum." I smiled, "Thanks, it means a lot! You'll have to teach me how to make the stew, it was amazing!" I said after finishing my pavlova, "Granny has already taught me to make loads of desserts! There may be a few Muggle desserts I show you?"

Molly smiled at me and then looked to George, "Gladly! Now you two can continue doing what you were doing upstairs for a short while and then you'll have to get back to school."

"Thank you, dinner was lovely."

I followed George up the stairs, "You're such a swot." He jested.

"I turned up to their house crying my eyes out. The least I can do is be nice to them. I'm very grateful, you know. After all that has happened this past month I just needed a break."

"You're okay now, aren't you?" George asked whilst putting a radio on. A band called The Weird Sisters were playing. I had never heard of them before…

"Yeah," I said, "I just need to work out how to tell Ron I didn't murder his rat. And get him to listen, for once."

"What did you do?"

"Nothing. That's my point! I have done nothing wrong!"

"What happened to Scabbers? I saw him running down the stairs with his sheet the other day, Fred and I were about to go into our dorm, I meant to ask you about that?"

"Do you know Hermione's cat? It usually runs loose around the school, the fluffy ginger thing."

George nodded in realisation, "Red furred cat."

"You cannot deny it is as ginger as you are."

"I am a red head, thank you."

I put my hand through his soft hair, "Too bad I like ginger hair, then."

"Ginger it is." George rolled his eyes.

I giggled, feeling awfully nervous once again, "You're a geg."

"What's that?" George looked taken aback.

"It's a Northern Irish expression, meaning that you're funny or you're a laugh or that you're someone I like spending time with."

"I like spending time with you, too! We should do this more often."

"I'd love to!" I smiled at him, "Now, back to my story. The cat has it in for the rat, it's in a cat's very nature. Ron and Hermione have been fighting about it all year. Ron found Scabbers' blood on his bed sheets and ginger fur. I said 'Oh no…' in sympathy for him, but he took that as me being the one who committed the crime. It's really not fair. He won't-"

"Listen?" George asked, "He never listens once he's got an idea in his head. It's his way or no way. He was a nightmare as a kid, and that's coming from me! I'll have a chat with him, try and sort things out for you. It's completely unfair how he's treated you. Besides, that rat is ANCIENT I'm surprised it hasn't decided to just go off and… die."

"You can't say that out loud though, or Ron would…"

He laughed, "Ignore me, too? I can deal with that."

I sat there for a moment listening to the sound of the radio. I remembered why I had been at the Weasley house in the first place. A little over three hours ago I was ready to walk out of Hogwarts from my life in the Wizarding World. I started feeling sad again, wondering if my friendships were actually over. I don't think I could ever forget what Ron said to me. I don't think the image of the disgust and hurt on Harry's face would be disappearing any time soon. As for Hermione, she was too busy with work that I will probably have no time for reconciliation. I wondered if they even realised I was gone.

"What's with the long face, Katy?" George asked, looking over his shoulder at me.

I sighed, "Can we just stay here? Not go back?" I felt so at home at the Burrow. I wish I never had to leave. Molly and Arthur would teach me all I needed to know. I would help around the house, do what I could to pay my way. Then George and I could spend time together without feeling embarrassed or pressured. Unfortunately, that bubble had to pop. But not quite yet.

"Follow me, I want to show you something." George took a large box and put it under his arm and grabbed a blanket from the edge of his bed, "Take my coat and put it on."

I put on the coat which could have been a dress on me and we left the house through the back door, heading into the relative darkness of the outside. George didn't say anything as we walked the length of the garden, past an apple orchard and into a field in the middle of nowhere. He asked me to find some dry sticks from the orchard and to set the blanket out on the dry grass. By the time I had this done, George started to make a small fire. The light and heat emitted was perfect. He then ran across the grass to light something in the distance.

"Lie down beside me." He patted the blanket beside him.

I did what he asked. I hadn't a clue what he was planning or what he was doing as I was collecting sticks. I wasn't afraid. I felt very safe with him. We lay flat on our backs as something suddenly shot up in the air and exploded, giving off purple sparks! George had laid out fireworks from his and Fred's creations! That's where the smell of gunpowder was coming from! The next one went off, showering blue sparks quickly followed by a third exploding in green.

"Those are the first fireworks we made. These next ones are a little more… magical." He moved a little closer to me as a firework ascended into the sky, splitting and exploding over and over again with different colours in different directions. It truly was a beautiful sight. The next one to go off turned into the most breath-taking bird in the sky above me, soaring through the air in colours of red, orange and brown. It reminded me of Fawkes the Phoenix. Then the bird was joined by a dog which was chasing it away, further and further until we could no longer see it. The dog then started chasing its tail. The succeeding firework to appear was a series of pink sparks that joined together to form two elephants which joined trunks to form a heart shape before finally exploding and leaving the two of us with the light of the dwindling fire.

"Wowzah!" I was beyond amazed and full of admiration that Fred and George had created these works of art. I saw him looking at me, beaming.

"You liked them?"

"Georgie… They were incredible."

"Thanks!" he whispered, casually placing an arm around me, pulling me in close, "This-" he pointed up to the sky "is Gemini, the star constellations for twins. The stars that look like that could join up to make a C, do you see them?"

"Oh, yeah! It could be you and Fred joined at the hip."

"And there we have Orion's belt; you see those stars all in one line?" he pointed them out to me.

"Uh-huh! That one is clear, isn't it?"

"They're the only ones I know!" he chuckled to himself, "After five years of Astrology I can still see nothing in the stars!"

"Probably best that way!" I continued looking up at the sky, suddenly feeling the chill of the night, "Georgie?"

"Hmmm?" he sounded miles away.

"What am I going to do about this prophesy?"

He sat up and leaned over me to look into my eyes, "We will deal with it when it comes. Like we are now. Promise me that the next time you feel like walking out, or are lonely, or you've had a massive fight with one of your friends or you're totally stressed about something, you'll talk to me?"

"I wouldn't want to bother you!" I spoke truthfully.

"You could never bother me. Never. Please trust me!"

"Okay!" I nodded.

"Great!" he said, lying there a little longer in the silence together before he jumped up from the blanket, "I'm freezing! Let's get back into the house to warm up!" He offered me a hand up and I grabbed the blanket.

"Georgie?" I squeezed his hand, "Thank you."

The look in his eyes told me all that I needed to know.

We looked at the old grandfather clock when we finally made it back to the Burrow. It had just gone 23:30. We were going to be in deep trouble. The look on Molly Weasley's face told many angry stories as George and I quickly disappeared through the fireplace, careful not to leave my luggage behind. She was so mad looking I didn't have the opportunity to thank her.

Back safely in Hogwarts George said, "It's fine, she'll forgive you."

"Maybe I won't." Professor McGonagall swung around in her chair, wearing a tartan dressing gown, "Detention. Both of you. For a week. Now get off to bed before I make it two."

George and I made a run for it. The adrenaline was pulsing through me. I had absolutely no regrets and now I got to spend a whole week with George in detention. There are worse things. Once we managed to wake up Cadogan (who at this time was understandably very grouchy) we got into the safety of Gryffindor's Common Room. The two of us burst out laughing. George moved my trunk upstairs to my dorm.

"Thanks for tonight and I mean it, I had a blast!" The two of us giggled again.

"Katy?" George called me.

I turned back towards him, he walked to me and lightly touched one of my cheeks with his fingers, caressing it tenderly. I could feel my heart pounding. George leaned in as though he was going to whisper something into my ear. Instead, he placed a soft kiss on my cheek.

"Night." He whispered.