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the genius JK Rowling
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CHAPTER 22 - George's anger
Professor Dumbledore looked at George Weasley and knew that George was ready to explode.
"Hello George."
"Where's my son?" George asked again.
"Have a seat George." Dumbledore gestured towards the chair on George's left.
George closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down. "Look Professor, this really has nothing to do with you. It has to do with Ce.with HER. She said if I wanted to see my son, I had to come here. Well, here I am. Where's my son?"
"She's in her old chamber George. I'll take you there." Professor Dumbledore stood and made his way out of his office without looking at George.
George followed Professor Dumbledore through the hallways until they were at the Portrait that he remembered from the years ago when he had come to see Cecily that last time before she went into deeper hiding.
"Professor, weren't there more passwords the last time?" George asked.
"Yes there were George, but there's no need for her to be so secluded and protected now."
George nodded and said, "Oh yeah."
Professor Dumbledore turned and looked at George and said, "My niece will probably not like that I gave you her password to her chambers, but you two need to discuss a few things" at this point he looked over his half-moon glasses and said "don't you?"
"Yes, we do. What's the password Professor?"
"George."
"Yes Professor?" George asked.
"No George, that's the password."
George shook his head and said, "What's the password?"
"George. The word 'George' is the password." Professor Dumbledore turned and left.
George stood in front of the portrait and said, "George." The portrait swung open.
George walked into the room and as he did that last day he spent with Cecily came flooding back to him as if it had happened yesterday. Sure, he had thought about that day probably a million times, but being back here, in this room, really brought it back.
He stood there for a minute and then called, "Cecily?"
He waited and then he saw a little red headed figure running his way yelling, "Daddy!"
Peter wrapped his arms around his George's legs and squeezed tightly. George leaned down and picked Peter up into his arms.
Peter's face was covered in excitement. "I told her Daddy! I told her you'd come!"
"Of course I came to see you Peter!" George said. A smile spread across his face as he looked at his son.
They stayed looking at each other until a voice broke the moment, "Peter come here."
Peter turned and saw his mother. He pushed at George until George put him down and then he ran to his mother's side.
Cecily stood there with her arms crossed and said, "What do you want George?"
"I came to see my son."
"Peter, go in the other room so I can talk to George."
Peter looked from his mother to George and back again. "Ok Mommy."
Once Peter left the room Cecily made her way across the room to stand closer to George.
George said, "I didn't come to see you. I came to see Peter."
She stood there looking at his face and her tough exterior started to falter. She wanted him to pull her into his arms. She wanted to touch his face. She wanted to reach up and pull his face down to hers and taste his lips.
She reached out to touch his arm and he stepped away from her. She started to speak and hoped her voice wouldn't crack. "George, what happened?"
George looked at her and as he did, he felt his anger start to slip away. This was the face that he had thought about and dreamed about so many times over the past few years. He had longed for the day he could hold her and kiss her again. He had longed for the day they would finally be together again and in a sense start their lives together.
She saw his face change. She saw his anger start to go as he was thinking about something. She reached for him again. He didn't pull away this time.
"George, talk to me. Why did you tell me you never want to see me again? I've waited so long to see you again. I thought I'd come back here and we'd start our lives together. I thought you, Peter and I would be a family."
George said, "How could you do it Cecily?"
Cecily shook her head. "Do what George? WHAT did I do that you're so upset about?"
George looked at her and said, "Peter."
Cecily couldn't believe her ears. "You're mad about Peter?"
"How could you keep him from me Cecily? How could you keep my son from me?" George stepped away from her once again.
"Keep him from you?" she asked bewildered.
"You should have told me as soon as you found out you were pregnant. You kept him from me for three years. How could you do that Cecily?"
She stood there in shock. "George, I was in hiding. What do you think I should have done?"
"You should have contacted me immediately. I would have come to you. We.we could have raised him together."
"George, I couldn't contact you, you know that."
George was shaking his head. "But when you became pregnant, the circumstances changed. You should have told me."
Cecily's hands went to the sides of her face and she shook her head. She felt her anger starting to rise. "I don't believe you George! You know how dangerous it was for me. What did you want me to do? Put you, Peter and myself at risk to be killed by Voldemort?"
George wasn't sure what he was doing. He was mad at her for keeping the knowledge of his son from him. He couldn't understand how she could keep that from him.
Cecily was still shaking her head. "Stay here for a minute."
George watched as she left the room and entered what he knew was her bedroom. She came back out and was pulling Peter with her. She had a package in her hand. "Say goodbye to your father Peter."
Peter walked up and wrapped his arms around George's legs again. He looked up at George and said, "Bye Daddy."
George didn't want to say goodbye to Peter just yet, but he had to get out of there. His mind was over-run with thoughts. He looked down at his son and said, "Goodbye Peter. I'll see you soon, ok?"
Peter nodded.
Cecily looked at George with tear-filled eyes. She was holding the package out to him. "Take this George."
He took the package and said, "What is it?"
"It's something that I wanted to give you when we were reunited. Just take it and do me a favor." Tears were running down her cheeks now as she walked him to the door of her chambers.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked her.
"When you find the man I fell in love with, please tell him that I'll be waiting here for him." She turned around and walked back into the room. She took Peter's hand in hers and they went into one of the other rooms.
George walked out through the doorway and made his way out of the castle.
Thanks to all reviewers!!! Hope you enjoy these latest chapters.
CHAPTER 22 - George's anger
Professor Dumbledore looked at George Weasley and knew that George was ready to explode.
"Hello George."
"Where's my son?" George asked again.
"Have a seat George." Dumbledore gestured towards the chair on George's left.
George closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down. "Look Professor, this really has nothing to do with you. It has to do with Ce.with HER. She said if I wanted to see my son, I had to come here. Well, here I am. Where's my son?"
"She's in her old chamber George. I'll take you there." Professor Dumbledore stood and made his way out of his office without looking at George.
George followed Professor Dumbledore through the hallways until they were at the Portrait that he remembered from the years ago when he had come to see Cecily that last time before she went into deeper hiding.
"Professor, weren't there more passwords the last time?" George asked.
"Yes there were George, but there's no need for her to be so secluded and protected now."
George nodded and said, "Oh yeah."
Professor Dumbledore turned and looked at George and said, "My niece will probably not like that I gave you her password to her chambers, but you two need to discuss a few things" at this point he looked over his half-moon glasses and said "don't you?"
"Yes, we do. What's the password Professor?"
"George."
"Yes Professor?" George asked.
"No George, that's the password."
George shook his head and said, "What's the password?"
"George. The word 'George' is the password." Professor Dumbledore turned and left.
George stood in front of the portrait and said, "George." The portrait swung open.
George walked into the room and as he did that last day he spent with Cecily came flooding back to him as if it had happened yesterday. Sure, he had thought about that day probably a million times, but being back here, in this room, really brought it back.
He stood there for a minute and then called, "Cecily?"
He waited and then he saw a little red headed figure running his way yelling, "Daddy!"
Peter wrapped his arms around his George's legs and squeezed tightly. George leaned down and picked Peter up into his arms.
Peter's face was covered in excitement. "I told her Daddy! I told her you'd come!"
"Of course I came to see you Peter!" George said. A smile spread across his face as he looked at his son.
They stayed looking at each other until a voice broke the moment, "Peter come here."
Peter turned and saw his mother. He pushed at George until George put him down and then he ran to his mother's side.
Cecily stood there with her arms crossed and said, "What do you want George?"
"I came to see my son."
"Peter, go in the other room so I can talk to George."
Peter looked from his mother to George and back again. "Ok Mommy."
Once Peter left the room Cecily made her way across the room to stand closer to George.
George said, "I didn't come to see you. I came to see Peter."
She stood there looking at his face and her tough exterior started to falter. She wanted him to pull her into his arms. She wanted to touch his face. She wanted to reach up and pull his face down to hers and taste his lips.
She reached out to touch his arm and he stepped away from her. She started to speak and hoped her voice wouldn't crack. "George, what happened?"
George looked at her and as he did, he felt his anger start to slip away. This was the face that he had thought about and dreamed about so many times over the past few years. He had longed for the day he could hold her and kiss her again. He had longed for the day they would finally be together again and in a sense start their lives together.
She saw his face change. She saw his anger start to go as he was thinking about something. She reached for him again. He didn't pull away this time.
"George, talk to me. Why did you tell me you never want to see me again? I've waited so long to see you again. I thought I'd come back here and we'd start our lives together. I thought you, Peter and I would be a family."
George said, "How could you do it Cecily?"
Cecily shook her head. "Do what George? WHAT did I do that you're so upset about?"
George looked at her and said, "Peter."
Cecily couldn't believe her ears. "You're mad about Peter?"
"How could you keep him from me Cecily? How could you keep my son from me?" George stepped away from her once again.
"Keep him from you?" she asked bewildered.
"You should have told me as soon as you found out you were pregnant. You kept him from me for three years. How could you do that Cecily?"
She stood there in shock. "George, I was in hiding. What do you think I should have done?"
"You should have contacted me immediately. I would have come to you. We.we could have raised him together."
"George, I couldn't contact you, you know that."
George was shaking his head. "But when you became pregnant, the circumstances changed. You should have told me."
Cecily's hands went to the sides of her face and she shook her head. She felt her anger starting to rise. "I don't believe you George! You know how dangerous it was for me. What did you want me to do? Put you, Peter and myself at risk to be killed by Voldemort?"
George wasn't sure what he was doing. He was mad at her for keeping the knowledge of his son from him. He couldn't understand how she could keep that from him.
Cecily was still shaking her head. "Stay here for a minute."
George watched as she left the room and entered what he knew was her bedroom. She came back out and was pulling Peter with her. She had a package in her hand. "Say goodbye to your father Peter."
Peter walked up and wrapped his arms around George's legs again. He looked up at George and said, "Bye Daddy."
George didn't want to say goodbye to Peter just yet, but he had to get out of there. His mind was over-run with thoughts. He looked down at his son and said, "Goodbye Peter. I'll see you soon, ok?"
Peter nodded.
Cecily looked at George with tear-filled eyes. She was holding the package out to him. "Take this George."
He took the package and said, "What is it?"
"It's something that I wanted to give you when we were reunited. Just take it and do me a favor." Tears were running down her cheeks now as she walked him to the door of her chambers.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked her.
"When you find the man I fell in love with, please tell him that I'll be waiting here for him." She turned around and walked back into the room. She took Peter's hand in hers and they went into one of the other rooms.
George walked out through the doorway and made his way out of the castle.
