Chapter 4

"You mean that your telling me that people actually throw these things?" I asked confusingly.

George was telling me about how he and Fred always were stuck with de-gnoming the garden. At least he didn't demonstrate for me because that would be way too much for me.

"Yeah, I'd show you but once you start you'll have to finish it and I'm not in the mood."

I just smiled and nodded my head then followed him to the next part of the yard.

"This is where we practice Quidditch during the holidays."

"Ooh, Quidditch. You any good?" I asked.

"Do birds have wings?"

"Um, not all birds, the Kiwi is a type of bird but can't fly because it has no-"

"Yes."

"See how easy that was. I'm not too bad myself. I play keeper on the Ravenclaw team."

"Care to play a bit?"

"How could we, without a Chaser, we have no one to score points."

I looked around and saw a few home made goal posts. George had left for a minute and came back with an old Quidditch set.

"Have yourself a broom?"

"Yeah I keep one in my pocket, don't worry it's shrunk. I always have it with me just incase there is that chance when you need to get away, and quick." I pulled out a small box from inside my cloak and took off the lid. Suddenly my broom was thrown out then it grew to it's normal size.

"Wicked." George said shocked. once he came to he finished, "I'll be the chaser and you can be Keeper and well just worry about the Quaffle. Sound good?"

"Yep, let's play."

I mounted my broom and flew around a bit to get my flying legs on. George tossed me the Quaffle so he could get his broom. Finally he got into the air on his broom.

"You've got a nice broom Cassara. What model is it?"

"It's a ThunderStike 5000. My dad got it for me before he.." I trailed off.

"You can tell me." he flew right up next to me. "It's all right."

"Well see, my dad and mum are always gone for business reasons. I'm often home by myself for days and ever weeks before. I've gotten used to being alone. To make up for it, my dad was going to show me how to play Quidditch when a was younger but he never did." I paused to take myself down to the ground. "I taught myself the game out of sheer boredom. When my father finally did come home each time he had a new broom model. This was his last gift before he." I stopped.

"What happened?"

I could feel tears forming in my eyes. I had never told anyone the truth about what had happened, not even Jessie. I decided that George was close enough to me that I could tell him.

"See, he's an Aurora. A few weeks ago there was a Death Eater meeting that the Aurora's got inside information about. Most of the Aurora's survived, some died, and some were captured. My father was a part of those few who were captured. We haven't seen him."

"I'm sorry Cas-"

"Not like it matters to me anyway." I sucked in some air and tried to hold back the tears. "I never knew my father, so how could I miss him? My mum stays home now but all she does is cry. Depression has over swept her. I try to ignore all of her sobs and moan at night but sometimes it's hard. Miah takes care of her."

"Miah?"

"Miah is our maid. She has been the mother I never had. She took care of me and she did everything I asked."

"Didn't your mum pick you up from the Leaky Cauldron?"

"I lied. Miah came to pick me up. My mum hasn't left the house, let alone her bed for a few days now. I pitty her. She loved him so much that without him she feels empty and life-less. I know exactly how she feels."

"How so?"

"I've never loved someone before at all, George until-" I lowered my head and he stepped towards me more.

He brought his hand to my chin and lifted my head to look him into his eyes, those deep green eyes that I longed for to look at everyday.

"I understand."

Then he wrapped his arms around my back and held me close to him showing how much he cared. I felt safe in his arms and I didn't want to leave. I rested my head against his chest and that is when tears started leaking out of my eyes.

"I'm sorry George, I'm getting your shirt wet." I wiped my tears with my sleeve.

"It's all right. Want to go inside?"

"No I feel safer out here, in your arms."

I felt him kiss the top of my head after I nestled it back on his chest. Pretty soon I had run out of tears and I just stood in his arms, fearing that if I left the security of them that I would start crying again.

"Come on, let's go sit on the bench over there." He lead me to a bench close by that was near the garden.

"Thanks George."

"For what?"

"For understanding and letting me get your shirt wet." I laughed a little trying to get rid of my sadness.

"Anytime."

"I really miss my mum, even though she's home, it isn't her. When I found out what had happened, I promised myself that I would never allow myself to truly love someone so I never had to experience a heart break like that. Yet, I'm afraid I'll have to break my promise. There is something, though I should say someone, that is keeping my heart saturated."

"Who might that be?" He asked me.

I looked him straight in the eyes, getting rid of all my sorrow and simply responded, "You."

He smiled at me and I grinned back still looking in his eyes. He bent his face down towards mine and I moved mine to his. Our lips met in the middle. Again his lips with soft and smooth. They were so tender that I could feel my lips getting softer as we kissed.

"Cassara," He started nervously after we finished our kiss.

"Mmhmm?" I replied still hung up on him.

"Want to be my girlfriend?"

"Well who could refuse an offer like that?"

"That a yes?"

"Do birds fly?" I teased.

"Yep!"

We both started laughing at our pointless try for humor. I was now in a much better mood and I decided it make it better. I kissed him again just to prove that I wasn't kidding that I'd be his girlfriend.

"On one condition." I remarked.

"What is that?"

"You'll show me the rest of your house."

"GEORGE, DINNER'S READY!" Someone from inside called.

"Of course," he promised, "but as soon as we are done with dinner."

"Sounds like a plan."