Chapter Fifty Seven - Old

"Mrs. Hallewell," Kagome called. "How do you know?"

"There were many of you in the old days, but the technology came and the humans lost their connection with the earth and the soul. Only a few, like you and me, still reckon the old Gods, and They are very pleased with you, dear."

"How old are you?"

"That's a tricky question, child, for I don't know what you see as new or old. You can say that I'm old enough to know."

George saw the dawn of realization on Kagome and wondered what the old witch really said. From the look in his wife's eyes, it was something supernatural. She told him many legends and some experiences she had with spirits and deities, but it was a hard concept to George, who wasn't much spiritually aware.

When they moved, the first thing Kagome did was to place sutras on the bedroom's and bathroom's walls. To keep spirits away, she said. He bet Filch would love to get a few hundreds of them to keep Peeves at bay. George didn't mind, it was her religion and just because he don't see what she sees, he wouldn't be an ass and tell it's rubbish.

Mrs. Hallewell left, not before giving Kagome a list of recommendations of food and tea for her to take along the pregnancy.

George saw his mother giving furtive glances at his wife and sighed heavily. On her body, there weren't any marks done by him. From her past, however, a few of them were noticeable, in special that big star shaped one on her ribs. Also the priestess stuff he didn't know if his father mentioned to her.

"I saw some pretty big scars on you, dear. I guess there are good stories behind them."

"Erm- not that good, Mrs. Weasley. I've always been a trouble magnet." Kagome said. "When I was fifteen, I fell down on a dry well and broke some ribs. Other time I was trapped inside a burning building. Once I was attacked by stray wolves. And spiders." she frowned. "I was never too lucky, I guess, but now I have George to save me. Or bring me more trouble," she concluded with a chuckle.

"And I will gladly save you whenever you need." George felt Kagome squeezing his hand. Her eyes snapped for a second and she blushed heavily. George raised an eyebrow, silently questioning her but received no answer. Did she saw or remembered something? George didn't know.

Molly asked them to stay for lunch before going to work. She used the opportunity to schedule a trip to Diagon Alley with them to buy a few things. Kagome refused a traditional wedding gown but accepted to wear a white dress. George tried and failed to skip the tuxedo. They also revised the guests list for the invitations would be ready in a few days.

Before leaving, George excused himself to go to the bathroom. He got back in time to hear a conversation between his wife and his mother.

"I hope you can forgive our first meeting, Kagome. I saw George diving in depression for a year and I feared you were using him. Now I see how happy he is and how much in love you are."

"I understand, Mrs. Weasley. Your son told me what happened and I can see why you worried for him," she took a deep breath. "I only hope to be providing him as much happiness as he gives me. Before we met, I didn't have many goals or friends. I just lived day after day without thinking about my future. He gave me a direction, a purpose. I spent my days looking forward seeing him at night. I cooked for him hoping he would see that I could be a good wife. My mother can tell you for how long I was waiting for him to make a move. I couldn't be happier when he did... What I mean is that I love and need him as much as he loves and needs me and I couldn't stand seeing you giving him a hard time, and for that I won't apologize."

"I know dear. I'm glad you found each other."

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