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Chapter 24- Rainstorms
POP.
George turned around to face the person who just apparated right in front of him. Remus Lupin.
"Hello George." Remus said softly. "We have instruments to tell us when you find the orb." His eyes trailed down to Alicia.
"Yes. I've found it." George said, looking out into open space once again.
"Where is it?" Remus asked.
George looked over to Remus. "In my pocket."
Remus put his hand through his straggled hair. "Yes, well then… Come with me."
"What am I going to do with her?" Asked George, his grip tightening around Alicia's body. What the hell was he going to do now? He wasn't just going to leave her here.
"Bring her with you." Remus said.
"Her body!?" George asked.
Remus nodded. "What else?"
George sighed and followed Remus over to an old boot.
"Portkey… sort of like the one you used to go to the Quidditch World Cup." Remus said.
Tears stung the back of George's eyes again. The Quidditch World Cup… Alicia was alive then. "Okay…" He said hoarsely.
George and Remus touched the boot, and were transported back to the outside of Grimmauld Place. They both walked into the mansion, to see Fred and Angelina sitting at the kitchen table.
"Are you guys all right?" Angelina asked, jumping up.
"No…" Mumbled George.
Fred stood up. "Oh my god, Alicia…"
Angelina gasped. "Is she okay?"
"She will be fine." Remus answered.
"WHAT? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT LUPIN! SHE'S DEAD!" George yelled.
"Silly boy," Remus said smiling, "Her chest is moving. She isn't dead, just barely alive."
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George put his head in his hands, looking down at Alicia's pale face. Barely alive… it was no better. Well, yes, it was better, but if she didn't make it, he'd have to lose her all over again.
"Crucio doesn't kill, George. I guess the death-eaters don't know that."
George looked over slightly, his face still resting in his hands, but now tilted to see Moody, resting against the side of the doorway, in shadows.
George nodded. "Fine then, what do you want Moody?" he snapped. He was in no mood for Moody's jokes.
"Well, I think you would have figured out what I want, George. It's what everyone wants right now anyways… well everyone on the mission that is." Moody said.
"No, I'm afraid I haven't figured that out." George said, rubbing his eyes with his hands so little fireworks erupted in then. He brought his hands back down from his face and interlocked his fingers lazily, putting them by Alicia's arm.
"I want," Moody began, "What's in your pocket." His magical eye was resting on George's pocket.
"Oh…" George groaned. He shoved his hand in his pocket and went to the deep ends of it, fishing around for the orb.
"Try a little to the left… my left." Moody said.
George's hand grasped the orb and he pulled it up, clenched in his closed fist. "This better be worth something." He said, shoving the orb into Moody's hand.
"It is." Moody answered.
"Good, then." George answered.
Moody smiled. "She'll be all right, her heart is beating at regular pace now. All she needs is rest. It's dark in here, don't you think?" Moody asked, looking around the room, the only light emitted from the open window where a full moon lay. "Good thing Lupin's taken his medicine, eh?" He remarked, looking out the window.
George nodded. "Yeah." He sighed. "So she'll be all right?"
"You can rest at ease, Soldier." Moody joked, gripping his cane tighter and putting the orb in his breast pocket. "Gotta go deliver some things to the main room, if you know what I mean?" He said, tapping the pocket containing the orb.
"Mad-Eye, even that chair knows what you mean." George said. He let a grin spread across his lips.
"That's my man." Moody said happily, patting George on the back. "Get into the spirit. Now, I will be going."
George nodded and watched Moody limp out of the room and look around the hallway, finally choosing to go right and leaving with a steady clunk, trailing behind his footsteps. George walked forward and closed the door, sitting back down and rubbing his hand lightly over Alicia's arm.
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"Yeah, I hope she'll be okay." Said Angelina, sitting on Fred's lap.
Fred nodded and looked out into space.
Just then, Arthur Weasley came into the room. He looked around and smiled at his son. "Molly's coming Fred." He warned.
Angelina nodded and slid off Fred, choosing a spot beside him. Molly walked in, looking very happy.
"We have the orb!" She announced. "I still can't believe it, we have it! I can't wait to see the thing, Moody's gone to get it!"
"Moody has it." Moody growled, walking into the room and taking the orb from his pocket. He held it out on the palm of his chewed up hand so that they could all see it.
"THAT? That is a small little ball!" Molly said grumpily. "What use is that to us?"
"Molly, Molly dear, keep your head about things." Arthur said. "Big things come in small packages."
"If you're talking about yourself, then fine!" Molly snapped back.
"OH! Dad, you got burned!" Fred said laughing hysterically.
Molly glared over at him and he instantly stopped laughing until she rounded on Moody.
"So what does it do?" She snapped.
"We- we don't know yet…" Moody began.
"OH REALLY? WE DON'T KNOW YET? WELL WE AREN'T GOING TO SAVE THE WORLD ON, 'WE DON'T KNOW YET!'" Molly screamed hysterically.
"Molly dear, calm down." Arthur said.
"CALM DOWN? MY BOY'S ALMOST GOT KILLED OUT THERE!" Molly yelled.
"We didn't get as hurt as Alicia did." Fred spoke up. "And you have to stop babying us like we're three years old. This is out of your control now." He said sternly.
Molly sank into a couch. "WELL… GEORGE ISN'T DOING WELL RIGHT NOW! AM I SUPPOSED TO SIT AROUND AND TRY TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THIS STUPID LITTLE ORB DOES WHILE HE MOPES IN THAT WRETCHED ROOM, WITH THAT WRETCHED GIRL?!" Molly complained.
"YES." They all yelled in chorus.
Molly opened her mouth to say something, but then closed it again. She did this a few times making her look an awful lot like a fish out of water, but then soon she just sighed and angrily crossed her arms over her chest, muttering under her breath.
"All right then, now that we're all done being children…" Moody growled, staring at Mrs. Weasley.
Molly only grunted.
"We can start again. What we need to do is figure out how to set this thing off." Moody said, putting it on the table in front of them.
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George read his watch. Twelve, midnight. As soon as Alicia was awake and well, he could be happy again. His mind was aching with the thoughts running through his head.
"George…" Alicia muttered.
George looked at her quickly. "Hunny? Love?" He whispered to her.
"Mmm…" She mumbled. She groaned loudly and her hand shot to her stomach.
George looked worriedly at her. "Alicia, baby, are you okay?"
"George!" Alicia groaned, tossing and turning, her eyes still tightly closed. Alicia shot up in bed, and her hands flew across the side of George's face, knocking him off the chair. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around, seeing George on the ground. "What're you doing down there?" She asked groggily.
George pushed himself of the ground like he was doing a push up. "I was sleeping there." He said sarcastically.
She raised an eyebrow.
"You knocked me down." He said smiling.
"Ohmihgod, I didn't mean to! I'm sorry! So you're what I hit… I didn't think you'd go down that easily!" Alicia said hurriedly, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards her.
"I was caught off guard…" George protested.
Alicia blushed like mad. "Okay." She whispered to him.
George sat down again, rubbing the side of his face. "You've got a strong hand." He said. "Anyways, baby, you're awake!" George said, finally realizing she was sitting up in bed.
She nodded and he leaned down and lightly kissed her. He then moved his head up ever so slightly so that they were inches away, and kept his eyes closed. A smile pressed onto his lips.
"I love you so much." He said, looking into her eyes.
Alicia lightly grabbed the back of his head and neck, and pulled his face to hers. She kissed his lips gently but for a long time.
"I love you." She whispered back.
George grinned and took a strand of her light-brown and red hair and played it through his fingers, staring deep into her brown eyes. Alicia kissed his lips again and he went right on grinning.
"Come lie down with me." She whispered.
George nodded. "All right." He said.
She moved over and he sat down next to her, laying down and wrapping his arms around her. She laughed and he pulled her closer, kissing her cheek while she giggled. Then he tenderly moved his lips to her neck, kissing her lightly. He pushed her shirt off her shoulder slightly and moved his fingertips across it slowly, feeling her smooth skin beneath his hands. Then he kissed her shoulder and looked back into her eyes, kissing her lips slowly.
"You feel all right?" He asked.
"I'm all right. A bit tender." She said smiling.
George loosened his grip on her. "You're okay?" He asked seriously.
She nodded and pulled her body closer to his, taking his hands and moving them back to where they were. "I'm fine." She said, kissing his lips and then biting his bottom lip, entering his mouth with her tongue.
"You're sure?" He asked in her mouth.
She broke the kiss and then kissed his lips again and laughed inside his mouth. "Positive." She said breaking the kiss again for a moment and then plunging right back into it.
His hands found her waist and stomach, and her hands lingered around his neck, slowly moving into his hair and then down to his hard stomach. She moved her hands up inside his shirt and ran them over his muscle, pulling at the bottom of his shirt and then pulling it up, over his head.
She threw his shirt to the ground and stared into his eyes. She couldn't read his expression… confusion, shyness, and a bit of excitement rolled through the twinkles in his eyes.
She answered his questions by pulling her shirt up over her head and throwing it right by his.
"You're…" He began.
Alicia put a finger to his lips. "Yes, I'm sure. I love you… I love you more than I could ever imagine loving another person. You're amazing. You are patient with me, respect me… I want to be with you forever, George Weasley…" Alicia whispered, moving her finger from his lips and down the crease in his chin and along his neck, kissing his lips lightly.
He smiled against her lips and broke the kiss slowly. "And I want to be with you forever as well, Alicia Spinnet."
George moved his hands down her arms lightly, as she ran her hands over his muscular arms and chest. Then she moved her hands lower to his belly button, trailing her finger down to his jean button and undoing it, kissing him passionately.
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"WELL THEN, WE'VE SPENT A MILLION HOURS LOOKING AT THIS DAMNED THING!" Mrs. Weasley screeched.
"Molly dear, I think a million hours would be a bit longer." Arthur said quietly.
As Molly started screaming at him, Fred leaned over and quickly kissed Angelina's lips.
"That was a daring move." Angelina said.
Fred shrugged. "Well, we know the weather is agreeing with her temper." He said, looking outside at the brilliant rainstorm crashing against the windows, the lightning illuminating the dark skies for a split second, and then the dull sound of a rumbling thunder, like the beat of a drum.
"I hate rainstorms." Angelina said to herself.
Fred laughed. "So do I."
"I don't know one person who likes them, those awful things." She said in a pouty voice, smiling over at Fred.
"George likes 'em." Fred said looking out the window. "He loves them. He says they are the most wonderful thing that the world can offer, the crazy git."
Angelina laughed. "I hope Alicia's doing okay."
Molly finally stopped yelling. "Well then, Arthur. You're wrong and that's that."
He nodded. "Okay, Molly dear." He looked down at the cordless phone he was currently holding, and started pressing numbers.
Molly sighed and looked out the window. "Let's check on George." She said.
They all nodded in agreement at Molly's look, and the chance to get a break. The headed down the hallway when Moody stopped walking, a look of horror on his face as his magical eye swivelled magically in his head.
"Molly, lets not go. Okay?" Moody growled.
Molly sighed. "Nothing is out to kill you, lets go."
Moody shook his head again and glared at her. "I never said anything was going to kill me." He spat. "I just think we should let him rest." He said quickly, knowing very well that if Molly took another couple steps and swung open the door, it wouldn't exactly be the best timing for George and Alicia.
"No, he wont be resting, because he wouldn't dream about sleeping in the same room as that awful girl!" Molly yelled.
Angelina looked over at Fred. "Why does she hate Alicia so much?" She whispered.
Fred laughed. "'Cause she found out that George loves her, and she doesn't want him to grow up. Even though she is always harping on us to get older and get a proper job and all of that, she doesn't want to see us leave." He said.
"Awww… George loves Alicia? He told her?" Angelina asked.
"I'm assuming, yeah." Fred answered.
"That's so sweet!" Angelina said happily.
Fred grinned. "I tell you I love you all the time." Fred said with an eyebrow raised.
"Yeah… but George and Alicia are adorable!" She said clasping her hands together.
"Why are girls so weird?" Fred asked more to himself.
"Me, weird? You're the one talking to yourself, talk about insane." She said rolling her eyes.
His arms moved around her waist and tickled her. "But you like me insane." Fred whispered in her ear.
Angelina closed her eyes and listened to his voice. "Maybe." She said, opening her eyes and looking at Mrs. Weasley, her arms crossed like a barrier around herself.
"What do you mean? HUH? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" She yelled.
"I'm saying that he wants to think." Moody suggested.
"I give him enough time to think, that boy doesn't think! He didn't think before he picked up some stupid profession, or before he left school!" She yelled. She reached the door handle and put her hand on it.
Moody was getting desperate. He couldn't bear to think of what would happen if Molly walked into that room. "NO!"
Everyone turned to Moody, who rarely raised his voice but usually got through to people with his grunts or growls.
"No?" Molly asked.
Moody nodded firmly. "I forbid you to enter."
"WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THAT? ITS MY OWN SON!" She said angrily.
Moody was thanking Sirius for putting silencing charms on the recovery room right now. He wouldn't want Molly's screaming to flood the whole house and make the delicate instruments in there whirl off from the sudden screeches of an angry Molly Weasley.
"You should leave them alone." Moody said firmly.
"What do you mean I should leave them alone?" Molly grumbled.
"Well…" Moody searched for something to say. "George is having a hard time right now, and if I know George –which I do- he will want to be alone."
"He's not having that hard of a time!" Molly said angrily. "Not over some silly girl!"
"Well if you think so, then why do you want to see him so bad?" Moody said, catching her in her own words.
Molly grumbled and glared at Moody. "FINE!" She said, storming the opposite way.
Moody sighed as Arthur followed her and Fred and Angelina snuck off to the nearest empty room.
"That kid owes me one." He growled, smiling and then hobbling away.
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Alicia was lying asleep, slightly on top of George, her hair flowing down onto his bare chest. The rain splashed the outside windows and thunder rolled in the distance. The calming sound of the thunder, and a sudden crash of lightning, made everything seem even more spectacular.
Alicia's eyes fluttered open. "Oh…" She whispered silently, looking down at George. She stretched and then smiled at him. "Hey."
He grinned back at her. "Hey," he said in a soft, low voice.
She kissed his lips softly and quickly, and then got out of the bed. George watched her as she slid a nightgown over her body. She sat on the edge of the bed beside him and lay down halfway, lightly touching his arms with her lips. She trailed her finger down from his lips, over his chin, down his neck and chest, and to the edge of the blanket.
"I know something." She whispered.
"What?" He asked.
She smiled. "That your ticklish." She said happily, lightly grazing her hands over his stomach.
George curled up. "Hey! That's not fair." He pouted.
She kissed the side of his lips and cheek. "You might want to throw these on." She said, picking his happy-face boxers up from the floor and handing them to him.
He took them and pulled them on under the blankets. Then he pushed the blankets off him and got on his knees, crawling over behind her and wrapping his arms around her. He kissed her neck and lightning crashed illuminating the dark room.
He sat beside her on the edge of the bed, and thunder rolled in the distance. She nestled her head in the crease of his shoulder and neck and closed her eyes. He held her for a long time, just thinking about how lucky he was to have her. Then he realized she was asleep, and lay her down in the middle of the bed, pulling the blankets up and over her delicate body.
He kissed her forehead and then walked over to his pants and shirt, pulling them on and walking over to the door, opening it and staring over at her. He smiled and then left the room quietly, closing the door softly.
He walked down the hall and then leaned against the wall, putting his forehead up against it for the cold sensation on his sweaty face. "Merlin, I love you, Alicia." He said to himself, closing his eyes and letting her sweet smile, swim through his mind.
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And you know what THEY did. HA. HAHAHA. Hehehe… so cute! LOL. Anyways, review. Oh yeah, and by the way, I know I'm evil for making you believe she was dead, but that's what authors do… throw in twists. My twist was just a bit more evil. MUAH HAHAHAHA. HA. HA. HA… I got to learn when to stop doing that…
-Kit