DISCLAIMER: I only own Cecily and the plot. Everything else belongs to
the genius JK Rowling
Thanks to all reviewers!!! Hope you enjoy these latest chapters.
CHAPTER 21 - Where's my son?
George Weasley had just walked out of her life. Cecily Weasley didn't know what just happened.
"What just happened?" She screamed at the door, as it swung closed after George had walked through it. She turned to Fred and said, "What the hell just happened here?"
Peter said, "Mommy!" His hand was over his mouth.
Fred said, "I don't know."
Cecily grabbed Peter's hand in hers and said, "Well you can tell George if he wants to see me or his son, he'll have to come to us. We'll be at Hogwarts with my Uncle."
She turned and stormed out the door with Peter.
Fred had no idea what had just happened in the course of a few minutes. His brother had been waiting for close to three years for Cecily to come back into his life and when she did, he walked out on her. Fred had to find out what had caused George's unexpected behavior.
Later that night Fred arrived at the flat he shared with George. When he walked in the place was dark. He made his way through the flat, turning lights on as he went. He got to George's bedroom and found the door shut. There was a light on inside. Fred knocked on the door.
"Go away Fred."
"George we need to talk."
"Go away Fred."
"George what happened?"
"GO AWAY FRED!"
"You know I'll keep at it until you talk to me George!" Fred started pounding on the door and didn't let up.
A minute later the door swung open quickly. George's face was red, blotchy and wet. The smell of liquor hung in the air.
Fred tried to put his hand on George's shoulder, but George just shrugged it off and stalked back into his bedroom. He sat down on the bed, leaned down and picked up the half empty bottle of whiskey that was on the floor and took a long drink. Fred went into the room and sat beside his brother. "George, talk to me."
"About what?"
Now Fred was starting to get frustrated.
"Dammit George! You know what I'm talking about. What was that scene at the shop with Cecily?"
George's head spun so fast that Fred was sure he'd have a neck ache from turning like that.
George spoke slowly and fiercely at the same time taking a breath between each word. "I. Don't. Want. To. Talk. About. It."
"George all you've been doing for the past three years is saying over and over how you couldn't wait to see her again. She shows up at the shop today and you tell her you never want to see her again. What are you playing at!"
George didn't say anything.
"Fine, if that's how you're going to be I'm not going to beg you to talk to me about it." Fred got up and crossed the room. When he was at the doorway he turned around and said, "But I'm here if you need to talk George." Fred left the room.
George sat the bottle of whiskey back down on the floor and resumed the position he'd been in most of the day. He put his face in his hands and started to sob. He just couldn't understand how she could do this to him. How could she do it, he thought. After a few minutes of replaying the scene in the joke shop in his head for probably the thousandth time that day, he got up and went to find Fred.
Fred was in the kitchen grabbing a snack when he heard, "Hey Fred."
He turned around to see George standing there looking at him. "Yeah George?"
"Did you make arrangements with Cecily to have Peter go to the Burrow tomorrow?" George asked.
Fred sighed and said, "No."
George came to stand directly in front of Fred. "What do you mean no?" his voice raising.
"She said if you want to see her or Peter they'll be at Hogwarts." Fred took his sandwich into the living room and sat down on the couch.
George came into the living room and said, "What do you mean they'll be at Hogwarts? Why won't she let Peter come to the Burrow?"
"Well, I guess it has something to do with that nice little comment of 'I never want to see you again' that you threw at her. That's just a guess though." Fred said shaking his head at how thick George could be sometimes.
George's face turned red and his hands clenched into fists. "Well she's kept him from me for three years so I guess she thinks she can continue to do that. I'll show her!"
George headed for the front door when Fred ran and grabbed his arm to stop him. "Where are you going George?"
"To Hogwarts to get my son!" he screamed as he opened the front door.
"Not tonight you're not." Fred said shutting the door.
George counted to ten and said, "You're really not helping things Fred!"
Fred didn't let go of George's arm. "Maybe not George, but you're not going anywhere drunk. Wait till you're sober to confront her."
"Fine!" George said and stormed off to his bedroom.
George sat in his bedroom thinking that he would just wait until Fred went to bed and then he would leave. Fred didn't go to bed for a while. George knew Fred was staying up just to make sure George didn't try to sneak out again. George couldn't apparate to Hogwarts, but he was going to apparate to Hogsmeade. The more George sat and thought about it, he knew Fred was right. First, he couldn't confront Cecily while he was drunk. Second, he shouldn't apparate while he was drunk because he didn't want to end up in two.
The next day George apparated into Hogsmeade and then went to Hogwarts. He entered the castle and went straight to Dumbledore's office. He began yelling at the opening to Dumbledore's office.
"Dumbledore! Open up Dumbledore! Cecily!! Oh come on, open up!"
Professor McGonnagal came running down the hallway. "What is the meaning of this? George Weasley? George, what are you doing here?"
George turned to face her and said, "What's the password?"
"George I don't."
"Listen, I don't care what you think. I need to talk to Dumbledore NOW." George's face was red.
Professor McGonnagal simply said, "Raspberry tarts."
The doorway opened and the moving staircase started to rise. George stepped in and onto one of the steps that took him up into Professor Dumbledore's office.
George walked into the first room and he could see Professor Dumbledore sitting at his desk.
George stormed his way to the desk and demanded, "Where's my son?"
Thanks to all reviewers!!! Hope you enjoy these latest chapters.
CHAPTER 21 - Where's my son?
George Weasley had just walked out of her life. Cecily Weasley didn't know what just happened.
"What just happened?" She screamed at the door, as it swung closed after George had walked through it. She turned to Fred and said, "What the hell just happened here?"
Peter said, "Mommy!" His hand was over his mouth.
Fred said, "I don't know."
Cecily grabbed Peter's hand in hers and said, "Well you can tell George if he wants to see me or his son, he'll have to come to us. We'll be at Hogwarts with my Uncle."
She turned and stormed out the door with Peter.
Fred had no idea what had just happened in the course of a few minutes. His brother had been waiting for close to three years for Cecily to come back into his life and when she did, he walked out on her. Fred had to find out what had caused George's unexpected behavior.
Later that night Fred arrived at the flat he shared with George. When he walked in the place was dark. He made his way through the flat, turning lights on as he went. He got to George's bedroom and found the door shut. There was a light on inside. Fred knocked on the door.
"Go away Fred."
"George we need to talk."
"Go away Fred."
"George what happened?"
"GO AWAY FRED!"
"You know I'll keep at it until you talk to me George!" Fred started pounding on the door and didn't let up.
A minute later the door swung open quickly. George's face was red, blotchy and wet. The smell of liquor hung in the air.
Fred tried to put his hand on George's shoulder, but George just shrugged it off and stalked back into his bedroom. He sat down on the bed, leaned down and picked up the half empty bottle of whiskey that was on the floor and took a long drink. Fred went into the room and sat beside his brother. "George, talk to me."
"About what?"
Now Fred was starting to get frustrated.
"Dammit George! You know what I'm talking about. What was that scene at the shop with Cecily?"
George's head spun so fast that Fred was sure he'd have a neck ache from turning like that.
George spoke slowly and fiercely at the same time taking a breath between each word. "I. Don't. Want. To. Talk. About. It."
"George all you've been doing for the past three years is saying over and over how you couldn't wait to see her again. She shows up at the shop today and you tell her you never want to see her again. What are you playing at!"
George didn't say anything.
"Fine, if that's how you're going to be I'm not going to beg you to talk to me about it." Fred got up and crossed the room. When he was at the doorway he turned around and said, "But I'm here if you need to talk George." Fred left the room.
George sat the bottle of whiskey back down on the floor and resumed the position he'd been in most of the day. He put his face in his hands and started to sob. He just couldn't understand how she could do this to him. How could she do it, he thought. After a few minutes of replaying the scene in the joke shop in his head for probably the thousandth time that day, he got up and went to find Fred.
Fred was in the kitchen grabbing a snack when he heard, "Hey Fred."
He turned around to see George standing there looking at him. "Yeah George?"
"Did you make arrangements with Cecily to have Peter go to the Burrow tomorrow?" George asked.
Fred sighed and said, "No."
George came to stand directly in front of Fred. "What do you mean no?" his voice raising.
"She said if you want to see her or Peter they'll be at Hogwarts." Fred took his sandwich into the living room and sat down on the couch.
George came into the living room and said, "What do you mean they'll be at Hogwarts? Why won't she let Peter come to the Burrow?"
"Well, I guess it has something to do with that nice little comment of 'I never want to see you again' that you threw at her. That's just a guess though." Fred said shaking his head at how thick George could be sometimes.
George's face turned red and his hands clenched into fists. "Well she's kept him from me for three years so I guess she thinks she can continue to do that. I'll show her!"
George headed for the front door when Fred ran and grabbed his arm to stop him. "Where are you going George?"
"To Hogwarts to get my son!" he screamed as he opened the front door.
"Not tonight you're not." Fred said shutting the door.
George counted to ten and said, "You're really not helping things Fred!"
Fred didn't let go of George's arm. "Maybe not George, but you're not going anywhere drunk. Wait till you're sober to confront her."
"Fine!" George said and stormed off to his bedroom.
George sat in his bedroom thinking that he would just wait until Fred went to bed and then he would leave. Fred didn't go to bed for a while. George knew Fred was staying up just to make sure George didn't try to sneak out again. George couldn't apparate to Hogwarts, but he was going to apparate to Hogsmeade. The more George sat and thought about it, he knew Fred was right. First, he couldn't confront Cecily while he was drunk. Second, he shouldn't apparate while he was drunk because he didn't want to end up in two.
The next day George apparated into Hogsmeade and then went to Hogwarts. He entered the castle and went straight to Dumbledore's office. He began yelling at the opening to Dumbledore's office.
"Dumbledore! Open up Dumbledore! Cecily!! Oh come on, open up!"
Professor McGonnagal came running down the hallway. "What is the meaning of this? George Weasley? George, what are you doing here?"
George turned to face her and said, "What's the password?"
"George I don't."
"Listen, I don't care what you think. I need to talk to Dumbledore NOW." George's face was red.
Professor McGonnagal simply said, "Raspberry tarts."
The doorway opened and the moving staircase started to rise. George stepped in and onto one of the steps that took him up into Professor Dumbledore's office.
George walked into the first room and he could see Professor Dumbledore sitting at his desk.
George stormed his way to the desk and demanded, "Where's my son?"
