Chapter Three
Births, Bloodlines, Brothers, and Byes
I try to say goodbye and I choke
Try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it, it's clear
My world crumbles when you are not near
I Try- Macy Gray
Apart from some unpleasant bumps and bruises I am OK and So is George. I'm so glad that I won't have to spend an expended period of time in St. Mungo's. Just over night observation and then it's back to the burrow for me. Once my house is completely rebuilt I'll be putting it up for sale. As much as I loved it I can't say that I will miss it anymore. It's time for me to move on. I am ready to move on. No more looking back.
St. Mungo's isn't going to have George arrested but they won't take him back into their rehabilitation program either. They've arranged for him to be sent to Wizarding rehab in Scotland called Pathways, but he'll stay the night before he's shipped off. I sit on his bed just happy to be by his side again. Happy to have him back sober. Maybe he needs the time away. Maybe being far away from everything and everyone he ever loved will make him love it all the more when he comes back home. Or maybe he'll come back and break up with me. He could tell me our relationship is just too much for him to handle. I don't care. All that matters right now is that George is by my side holding my hand like he never wants to let it go. His face still looks young, but internally he's aged about fifty years. I run my hand across his cheek. He's also getting stubble.
"I'm sorry about the ring." He says.
Harry has my ring now; well technically the Order has my ring, but Harry promised to give it back once it's deemed safe.
I kiss him on the lips. "Doesn't matter right now. Shall we go and see Fleur?" I ask.
"Are you sure you're up to it?"
"Yes." George helps me to stand, I hate being so disoriented and slow when I'm used to being quick and agile, but it feels good to have George to hold on to. He slips an arm around my waist and I gratefully lean into him.
"I've got you. I always will have."
"I know you will." I tell him.
The aptly named Victoire is the tiniest little thing. She's lying in Fleur's arms looking around the room inquisitively. Already she has a head full of silvery blonde hair just like her mother and huge blue eyes. I watch as Mrs. Delacour dotes over her daughter and her daughter's daughter and I have to look away to keep from crying. I will never have that. My mum will never even know if she's a grandmother. She'll never even care. I feel someone watching me and see George looking at me with a concerned look on his face. He knows me all too well. I give him a smile, but I can tell he isn't buying it.
Life happens so fast. Bill is a father, George is an uncle, and before I know it Ginny will be having her first child. The Weasleys are my family now, but I still wish my own mum and dad would take me back. I'd give anything to hear them say they loved me again. I slip unnoticed into the hallway. Seeing Fleur with her mum hit me a bit harder than I thought it would, but this is Fleur's time and I don't want my tears getting in the way of that.
I sit down in one of the chairs in the hall pull my knees up to my chest and let the tears come. A few moments later I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up to see Molly.
"It's all right dear." She says sitting down beside me. "It's all right." She pulls me into her arms and I feel something inside me break, and I really start to sob and I can't stop. Molly doesn't pull away or act as if she's grossed out by my snot and tears she just rocks me and pats my back. I know I'm too old for it, but it feels great to be held by a mother. If Molly were my mother she'd have never given me a way, no matter what.
When I go back in the room Fleur let's me hold Victoire. She's so tiny and new to the world that I can't take my eyes off of her. She smells powdery sweet the way all newborns do. She is the first in the next generation of people whose names will go down in history, but I'm sure when she gets older and asks any of us we'll tell her we weren't heroes. We were just trying to live our lives and make things better for hers.
I look up and see George looking at me, he's smiling, and it's the most genuine smile I've seen on his face in a long time. Our eyes lock and he doesn't have to say it. I know he's thinking of the day I'll be a mother. I smile at him. Yes George when you get yourself together I do want to raise a family with you. I have to laugh a little who ever thought that George would be thinking seriously about fatherhood at such a young age.
"May I?" George asks. Bill smiles widely at him. "Of course you may. You're my brother and her uncle after all."
I hand Victoire over to George.
"Hey there princess." He says. "Welcome to the world."
When Fleur takes Victoire from George I go over and hug him . We don't have much more time together before he goes to Pathways, so Harry has agreed to give us the heads up on Montague. We meet at are usual spot in the visitors' tea room. Ginny, Hermione and Ron are already up there. It's odd but leaving here is going to feel like leaving a home. I sit in a chair next to George and thread my arms through his. I wish we'd fought a lot less and thought about how time is fleeting a lot more. Fred is dead and what have any of us learned about time?
"So did you find out who sent me that book?" George asks.
"No one sent it to you." Harry says. That's why the magic within the book was never detected. Freya was a plant."
"The front desk witch? Charlie is going to be devastated."
Harry nods. "She was working for Montague. She smuggled the book in herself and placed it in your care package as if someone had sent it to you. That's why you're not going to jail for violating the terms of your rehabilitation. Kingsley figures if you hadn't been sent that book and if you weren't under that spell you would have never tried to escape."
"What happened to Agnes?" I ask.
"She's all right." Harry says. "Freya confunded her and locked her up in a holding cabinet, but we found her."
"Damn. Montague played me good. He knew I'd used that book to learn wandless magic and escape." George says.
"That was one stupid risk to take." Ron says. "How did Montague know you wouldn't learn some really nasty spell and use it on him?"
"Cos there were no spells that nasty in the book."
"What about Maranipulus?" I ask Hermione. "Did you find out what that spell was?"
"Of course she did." Ron says proudly.
"Maranipulus is known as The Dreaming Death because it's meant to leave it's victim in sort of a hypnagogic state."
"A What?" Ginny asks.
"It's like dreaming when you're awake." I say. "Think of it has having a permanent lucid dream."
"So was I dreaming or hallucinating?" George asks.
"Both really. It's like Angelina said having Maranipulus cast on you alters your reality so that you're trapped in between the period of sleeping and awakening. You were never meant to recover from this spell."
"So I would have been in that altered state until I died?" George says.
"Yes."
"How did Montague, or his niece, or whoever even cast this spell on George?" I ask.
"That ring cast the spell. It acted as sort of a Horcrux only instead of holding a bit of soul the ring held the spell." Hermione says. "The more time you spend with cursed objects the better they work. In this case the more you touched the ring to your flesh the stronger the spell gets. Thankfully George wasn't wearing the ring."
"You can do that with a ring?" I ask.
"You can do it with magick." Ron says.
"Thanks for that bit Ron." George says drily. "I'd of never sussed that out."
"M-A-G-I-C-K its very different from M-A-G-I-C" Ron says knowingly.
"What? I never heard of magick. Merlin that sounds odd to say." George says.
"You wouldn't have the Wizengamot banned the use of magick spells in the 1600's after the first Goblin Rebellion. Magick is solely rooted in the dark arts it's dark magic in it's purest form. Says Ron. "During the 18 and 19 hundreds a pure blood Wizard named Aleister Crowley began a Magick restoration period, but luckily he was eventually caught and imprisoned in Azkaban. Montague would know a spell like that because it's common for pure-bloods to pass down magick spells as heirlooms. There aren't that many Witches or Wizards in the world that know magick spells so they're consider more valuable than galleons.
George and I goggle at Ron.
"How do you know that?" George asks stunned.
Ron turns as red as a boiled lobster. "I learned about it in my Auror training."
"You're going to be an Auror?" George asks.
Ron nods.
"Little Ickle Ronniekins is going to be an Auror?" George says getting up and ruffling his hair.
"Little? I'm taller than you, git."
"Yeah but I'm stronger." George says punching him in the arm and then pulling him in for a hug.
"Congratulations." I say and hug him too.
Hermione clears her throat. "While we're all proud of Ron, she smiles widely, we really should focus we don't have much time."
"Wait!" Ginny says suddenly, If the spell was in the ring does that mean it was meant for Angelina?" She looks round at all of us. "If George hadn't taken the ring back Angelina would have been the one to wear it."
She's right -I can't believe I didn't think of that.
"Why would Montague think I'd go to Diagon Alley though?" I ask.
"He didn't. He knew that's where George would go once he escaped from the hospital and he knew you'd go there looking for him. Harry says. "Freya probably told him that you weren't wearing the ring, and if you weren't wearing it he knew that George must of had it. That and he had people tailing you."
"You're right. He found that ring in my pocket. He went right for it. So he must of known Angelina wasn't effected by it, and that's why he had Goyle lure her to his shop." George shakes his head and says softly "He hates me that much for what I did to him. He wanted to hurt me in the worst way he knew how. I've already lost Fred he knew that if I lost you too it would have destroyed me." His voice breaks and silent tears fall from his eyes.
I take his hand in mines. "He didn't though. We're still alive and we still have each other."
"I caused this though." George says as tears continue to fall from his eyes. "I could have killed him back then. I was so stupid. I didn't think."
Ginny looks at George and her nostrils flare slightly. "Maybe you didn't help, but you can't put the blame all on yourself. Montague was always a bully before this all began." She looks at me. "Remember how much harder he went after the girls on the pitch? How when you shook his hand before a match he'd try to squeeze your hand until it broke. He's a killer and a rapist and who knows what else. No, George this isn't your fault. He's always been sick."
I nod. "She's right. He preyed on Muggle girls. He hated women. Nothing you did made him who he is. He was a dyed in the wool psychopath long before you came along."
"Well he's in Azkaban now." Harry says. "He won't be getting out any time soon. He and a lot of his other friends. That's the nice thing about Syletherins they're so fast to flip on each other. We don't even offer them up anything."
Ron nods. "We think we're closer to stopping these True Death Eaters, or at least putting a serious dent in their numbers. We put a raid on Montague's business and home. Found a lot of items stolen from Muggle borns and half-bloods."
"Kingsley has had to start a new department with the Ministry to deal with all the stolen property and whatnot that was illegally sized during the last year of Voldemort's reign." Harry adds. "Everything from wands to house-elves."
"Thank you all for briefing us." I say standing suddenly.
"We're not done yet!" Cries Hermione.
"Look you've all told me all I need to know. Montague is in jail. I just want to spend a little time with George before he has to leave." I take George by the hand and lead him down the hallway back to his room.
As soon as I close the door George opens his mouth to speak and I cover it with my hands.
"No more apologies. I love you George, and I always will." I kiss him softly.
"How did you know I was going to apologise?"
"Because I know you George Fabian Weasley."
George looks into my eyes for the longest time. He softly strokes my cheek. "Love you too Angelina more than I think you could possibly ever know."
My lips trimble.
"Don't cry or you'll drown us both." George warns when I start crying.
"I know it's for the best and I know it's what you need, but I still wish you weren't going. Scotland seems so far away."
George strokes my hair softly. "When I come back to you I'll be my best."
"I know you will. You're the bravest man I've ever known." I kiss him on his missing ear and he blushes.
"You're the bravest woman I've ever known bravest and most beautiful." He kisses me on the lips. He points his wand at the radio and a slow song comes on and we slow dance across the room to the music.
I close my eyes and rest my head on his shoulder wishing that this moment could last forever. At least I have tonight to spend with him, and soon the rest of my life.
"I can't wait until we're married. Mrs. Angelina Weasley sounds good, don't you think?"
"Sounds like music to my ears." I say. George dips me and then dances me over to his bed. My legs hit the edge of the bed and I fall back onto it pulling George down over top of me. He straddles me looking down into my face and I smile up at him. He bends down and kisses me slowly taking time to explore the shape and feel of my lips. I moan. George has always been one hell of a damn good kisser. His hardness pressing into me is an indication of how much he wants me he slides my skirt up my legs. The feel of his warm hand eliciting a breakout of goosebumps. He pulls down my panties and I kick them off the end of my feet. Slowly he slides one of his long fingers inside of me and strokes. My wetness is an indication of how much I want him.
"Sweet Merlin." He hisses. "I want to take my time but forgive me if I can't."
"I just want you inside of me." I say as I unbutton his shirt and run my hands slowly down his chest. His shirt falls to the floor and lands near my soaked panties.
"Shit Angie you can't say things like that to me. You're going to make me blow my load."
I smirk and yank his belt buckle and drop it next to our growing pile of discarded clothes. "If you do you'll make it up to me."
"Damn right I will." He says and kisses me again. His mouth is hot and eager. His hands squeezes my breast through the fabric of my shirt and his fingers give my nipple a playful pinch. He sits back and wandlessly uses magic to unbutton my shirt. He uses the same wandless magic to pop my bra open and moans lustfully when my breast spill out. He leans down to nuzzle them with his face. I reach up with my hands to hold him there.
"Never, he says his voice vibrating between the valley of my breast, I will never get sick of touching you."
"And I'll never get sick of touching you either." I squeeze his ass.
"I have to be inside of you." George's rock hard solidness enters me I feel him inside of me, hot, thick, and pulsing. I suck in air as he pushes himself into my tight wet folds. I wrap my legs around him as he moves. He pulls out of me slowly and almost completely, I watch as his beautiful veined member strokes it's way back into me. He pumps as though he's a perpetual motion machine. The rhythmic sound of our slick wet flesh meeting fills the room. I hold on to George's fluid hips wildly screaming each time he slams back into me, but still I want more of him. I lift my hips from off the bed to get him even deeper inside of me. There isn't an inch to spare between the two of us.
"Yes baby." He cries. "I want all of you."
I want him to have all of me. He is like a man possessed and I am helpless under his possession. He leans down and his mouth covers my breast greedily sucking before giving the other the same treatment. My nails dig into his back my legs wrapping even tighter around him. "You have me." I pant out. "Every single solitary piece of me." With those words George comes and I scream when my body reacts to the power of his orgasm giving me an equally powerful one of my own. I gush around him as my walls squeeze around his thick hardness like a glove. Our orgasms shakes us both our bodies quivering and shivering until we are too spent to move.
After a time he pulls out of me and we lie side by side. In the bliss of our post coital afterglow George takes my hand and holds it up to his comparing the difference in size. I love when he does that. His large hands make me feel safe and protected I snuggle closer to him.
"I loved watching you hold Victoire. George says when he's finally caught his breath. "You looked so natural you're going to be a wonderful mum."
"You'll be a wonderful father." I laugh.
"What?"
"I was just thinking about the new round of Weasley's that will descend upon Hogwarts."
George laughs too. "Yeah, you may well be teaching them professor Weasley."
"What's even worse is me having to teach the fruit of Draco's loins."
"Draco's loins? Are you trying to put me off of food for the rest of my life?"
I laugh. I couldn't be any happier than I am right now. This is how the two of us used to be, and I know this is how the two of us will be from now on. Sure we'll still have bumps in the road, but not like anything that's happened prior to this point.
"It's good to hear you laugh again."
I look into George's face. "It's good to see you smile again."
"Oh, trust me I'm going to be smiling for days after tonight." He smacks me on my bare ass.
"Just wanted to make sure you didn't forget me."
"Never. If every wand in the known universe cast obliviate on me I'd remember you still."
We fall asleep in each others arms naked as the day we were born.
The morning light hits us and wakes us up. We shower, dress, and have breakfast knowing that this will be the last time we see each other in a long while.
"I'll owl you as soon as I can. it won't be that long. I promise."
I kiss George without tears. I don't have any left to fall at this point. "I love you and I'll be thinking about you every single day." I say. I know I have to let him go, but my arms don't know how. Every time we end up together we're just torn apart. The people I love are always being taken away, but when George comes back to me this time it's for keeps and I'm never going to let him go again.