DISCLAIMER: I only own Cecily and the plot. Everything else belongs to
the genius JK Rowling
CHAPTER 12 - Discovered
The next day George, Cecily and Ginny flew to England. Cecily left America with two suitcases. Her apartment was furnished, so she didn't have to worry about the furniture since it wasn't hers. She took all her favorite clothes with her and gave the rest to the Salvation Army. Also in her suitcases were some family pictures and a few other personal things. She left everything else behind. She didn't know if she'd ever come back to America. She really had no reason to. Her Uncle Albus was the only family she had left.
As the trio was in flight, there were two people nosing around Cecily's apartment.
"Are you sure our source was correct?" The taller one said.
"Yes, I'm sure. This is where she lives." The shorter one replied.
They walked around the outside of the building and saw a bunch of trash bags.
The shorter one looked at the taller one and said, "Shall we?" The taller one shrugged and ripped open a bag. They found papers that said 'Cecily Jones' and knew they had indeed found the right apartment. Now all they needed to find was the actual Cecily Jones. They kept searching through the bags and they didn't find anything. They decided to try the apartment. They went up to Cecily's door and knocked. No answer. They knocked again, this time louder. They continued to do so until they were actually beating on the door. At this point the door to the apartment across the hall opened.
"What is all the racket out here!" exclaimed an older woman.
She looked at the pair standing at Cecily's door and cringed. They were covered in dirt and they were both scowling.
The taller one approached her and said, "Do you know the girl who lives in this apartment?"
The woman nodded.
"Where is she?" demanded the shorter one.
"She left" is all the woman offered.
The pair's frustrations were getting the better of them. The taller one approached the woman and forcibly grabbed her arms.
"You're hurting me!" she yelled.
"Tell us where the girl is and we'll leave you alone" he said.
"She left. She moved" the woman croaked out.
"Moved! Where to?" asked the shorter one.
"England. She left with her husband today to go to England." The taller man left go of her and she rubbed her arms and tried to go back into her apartment.
"England?" the shorter one said looking at the taller one.
"Dumbeldore. He's probably planning on putting her in hiding. We have to get to her before he does" the taller one said. He turned back to the old woman. "When did they leave?" he asked her.
"Just this morning. Cecily, her husband and his sister all left this morning. Cecily came over and said goodbye to me."
"Her husband and his sister? What is her husband's name?" the shorter one asked.
"George" said the old woman. "George Weasley."
The pair looked at each other and started to leave. They had only taken a few steps before turning around and saying to the old woman. "Don't bother calling the authorities. We'll be gone before you can say Quidditch."
The old woman started to shut the door and then went back to the hallway and said "Quid.what?" but the two men were gone. It was like they had vanished.
Fifteen minutes later she was trying to describe the two men to the police officer who came to take her statement.
"The tall one was very mean. He grabbed me and squeezed my arms!" she exclaimed.
"Can you just give us a physical description of the two men ma'am?" the officer asked.
"Well the short one had dark hair. He was fat too, had a pudgy face" she said.
"Did they call each other by any names?"
The old woman was still rubbing her arms. "No they never said any type of names to each other."
"Now it was the taller man who grabbed you correct?" the officer asked.
"Yes, he was horrible. He had a big scar on his cheek. He had the devil in his eyes! I'm telling you the devil!" she cried.
"Can you describe him for me please?"
The woman's face started to pale as she remembered the menacing man. "His eyes were piercing. They were gray. His hair was blonde. It was actually almost white."
CHAPTER 12 - Discovered
The next day George, Cecily and Ginny flew to England. Cecily left America with two suitcases. Her apartment was furnished, so she didn't have to worry about the furniture since it wasn't hers. She took all her favorite clothes with her and gave the rest to the Salvation Army. Also in her suitcases were some family pictures and a few other personal things. She left everything else behind. She didn't know if she'd ever come back to America. She really had no reason to. Her Uncle Albus was the only family she had left.
As the trio was in flight, there were two people nosing around Cecily's apartment.
"Are you sure our source was correct?" The taller one said.
"Yes, I'm sure. This is where she lives." The shorter one replied.
They walked around the outside of the building and saw a bunch of trash bags.
The shorter one looked at the taller one and said, "Shall we?" The taller one shrugged and ripped open a bag. They found papers that said 'Cecily Jones' and knew they had indeed found the right apartment. Now all they needed to find was the actual Cecily Jones. They kept searching through the bags and they didn't find anything. They decided to try the apartment. They went up to Cecily's door and knocked. No answer. They knocked again, this time louder. They continued to do so until they were actually beating on the door. At this point the door to the apartment across the hall opened.
"What is all the racket out here!" exclaimed an older woman.
She looked at the pair standing at Cecily's door and cringed. They were covered in dirt and they were both scowling.
The taller one approached her and said, "Do you know the girl who lives in this apartment?"
The woman nodded.
"Where is she?" demanded the shorter one.
"She left" is all the woman offered.
The pair's frustrations were getting the better of them. The taller one approached the woman and forcibly grabbed her arms.
"You're hurting me!" she yelled.
"Tell us where the girl is and we'll leave you alone" he said.
"She left. She moved" the woman croaked out.
"Moved! Where to?" asked the shorter one.
"England. She left with her husband today to go to England." The taller man left go of her and she rubbed her arms and tried to go back into her apartment.
"England?" the shorter one said looking at the taller one.
"Dumbeldore. He's probably planning on putting her in hiding. We have to get to her before he does" the taller one said. He turned back to the old woman. "When did they leave?" he asked her.
"Just this morning. Cecily, her husband and his sister all left this morning. Cecily came over and said goodbye to me."
"Her husband and his sister? What is her husband's name?" the shorter one asked.
"George" said the old woman. "George Weasley."
The pair looked at each other and started to leave. They had only taken a few steps before turning around and saying to the old woman. "Don't bother calling the authorities. We'll be gone before you can say Quidditch."
The old woman started to shut the door and then went back to the hallway and said "Quid.what?" but the two men were gone. It was like they had vanished.
Fifteen minutes later she was trying to describe the two men to the police officer who came to take her statement.
"The tall one was very mean. He grabbed me and squeezed my arms!" she exclaimed.
"Can you just give us a physical description of the two men ma'am?" the officer asked.
"Well the short one had dark hair. He was fat too, had a pudgy face" she said.
"Did they call each other by any names?"
The old woman was still rubbing her arms. "No they never said any type of names to each other."
"Now it was the taller man who grabbed you correct?" the officer asked.
"Yes, he was horrible. He had a big scar on his cheek. He had the devil in his eyes! I'm telling you the devil!" she cried.
"Can you describe him for me please?"
The woman's face started to pale as she remembered the menacing man. "His eyes were piercing. They were gray. His hair was blonde. It was actually almost white."
