THE THIRD TRAITOR
Chapter
3
Harry looked around again breathing heavily. He was glad to be breathing but as his eyes glazed over George his heart dropped. He was bleeding out his head and he wasn't breathing Harry was sure he was dead.
"Everyone okay back there?" Mr. Weasley called shaking his wife. "Molly?"
"Mr. Wealsey?" Harry called out. He couldn't see well because smoke started flowing from the front of the car.
"Yes Harry?" Mr. Wealsey called. "She's alive if that's what your wondering."
"Yes that does take a load off but--George--dead." Harry muttered straining to get the words out.
"Oh dear." Mr. Wealsey said.
Suddenly they were in a different place. It was the Weasley's house and he could see the chickens. He hopped out of the car over Ron who had become unconscious. Mr. Wealsey lifted George from the car. Ron had gained consciousness.
"What's the matter?" Ron asked.
"Go in the house son. You too Harry." Mr. Weasley said. "Take Ginny with you."
So, Harry and Ron walked into the house tossing Ginny onto the couch. He heard a scream from outside and then he heard large sobs. Harry's eyes were bloodshot from crying and Ron noticed that and was soon questioning him.
"What happened?" Ron asked. "I mean I only remember leaving your house."
"My house?" Harry asked him looking suspicious.
"Yeah. Well the Dursley's house." Ron said rubbing his head.
Harry sat there silent not really listening to Ron complaining of a headache. If he knew he wouldn't be complaining. Harry wanted to tell him but he knew he wasn't the one. Gunny woke up about fifteen minutes later.
"Oh hi Harry. What are you doing here?" She asked getting off the couch. "Ouch! I have a headache!"
"Yeah me too. Wonder what happened. I mean to the car." Ron said looking at Ginny.
"Want anything to eat. I'm up for eggs." Ginny said walking off to the kitchen.
"Me too." Ron said getting up. "Harry?"
"Nah not hungry." Harry said looking at the floor.
"Okay." Ron said looking at him suspiciously. He shook his head and walked into the kitchen.
"Hello, Harry dear." Mrs. Wealsey said through sobs coming from the outside into the living room.
Mrs. Weasley looked older than ever. Her red hair fell straight down and her chubby face was in the worst condition. Harry couldn't blame her. He guessed he didn't look very attractive. Ginny didn't even blush. But, no matter what Mrs. Weasley made a fuss about how Harry felt and now he couldn't feel worse.
"Kids." Mr. Wealsey came in with Fred following him. Fred ran up the steps and slammed the door. Not of his room but his parents. Harry knew it would be too painful for him to go to his room.
"Yeah, dad?" Ginny said walking in the room with a cooking hat on. Her mother said she looked cute in it. She hopped Harry thought so realizing she had it on in front of him She blushed lightly and turned to the kitchen. "Ron, come out. Something serious happened.
"Yeah?" Ron said but seeing their faces his face changed and so did his attitude.
"What happened?" Ginny asked.
"Sit down." Mrs. Weasley said blowing her nose again.
"Kids. I can't put this any other way. You are just going to have to hear this. George is dead." He said and then taking his wand and whispering a spell he began to cry into Mrs. Weasley's arm. She often comforted her husband. Harry sat there not knowing what to say.
Time passed quickly. After George's funeral there wasn't much time left. Hermione had been allowed to go to the funeral. Her parents decided to let her go to Hogwarts again so she could comfort Ron in his time of need. They were arriving at King Cross station when Harry realized it. Fred was even sadder when it was time to go to school because he wasn't going to meet his best friends at school. Sure, he had friends but his best friend had died. George wasn't just his brother he was his best friend and would've been business partner. He had lost a part of himself.
"Goodbye Harry dear." Mrs. Weasley said kissing his cheek then hugging him tight.
"Thank you for everything Mrs. Weasley." Harry said and then her went to enter the train. He turned and waved to the closet thing he had to a mother.
He entered the last compartment that they usually had. He hugged Hermione and sat down. They sat in silence. What things can you talk about when your friend died? What is the point of talking? So, they sat in silence and when they arrived at school they could tell something was up.
"All students—returning or not—line up over there." Professor McGonagall said pointing towards the forest.
"What happened?" Harry asked then Ron pointed to Hagrid and they walked over.
"Hey!" Hermione said trying her hardest to look cheerful. "What happened?"
"Don' tell no one I told you but someone died." Hagrid said in his usually odd words.
"Who?" Harry asked.
"Don' know. Thinkin' its Lupin." Hagrid said pointing towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
"He left Hagrid." Harry said.
"He came back this year." Hagrid said. He looked suspicious.
Just then Professor McGonagall came by.
"It's just been confirmed. It's Lupin. Couldn't tell with the body like that." She said and then she went to the next Professor.
"How?" Hermione said.
Hagrid blushed and walked off. In the distance he left out an evil laugh.
"You don't think?" Ron said.
"Hagrid would never." Harry said. "But, you never know with him."
"I can't believe you would accuse him of killing!" Hermione said stalking off to the castle.
Harry and Ron hurried to catch up. Both thinking the same thing, Hagrid could and do anything. But killing was stupid. They put it in the back of their mind entering the castle hoping to enjoy another year.