Ch.7
I wasn't exactly paying much attention to where I was going as I walked down the hallway. Because of that, I accidentally bumped into the girl with bushy brown hair.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" I heard her say.
"Oh, no. It's my fault. I should have been watching where I was going. Oh, I'm Spear by the way," I said.
"Nice to finally know your name. I'm Hermione Granger," she told me.
"Oh! I know who you are! Ginny told me about you in one of her letters to me! You the one that Ron..." I began to say but stopped. I don't think Ron would have liked it if I reviled that piece of information to her.
"You know what? Forget what I just said. Is Charlie downstairs?" I asked her.
"Um, yes. He is in the kitchen," she said, giving me a confusing look.
"Thanks," I said while walking down the hallway. 'So she's the smartest girl in Hogwarts. No wonder Ron likes her,' I thought as I went down stairs. I quickly went into the kitchen to see if Charlie was there and to try to get some real food. Unfortunately when I went inside, Tonks was there instead of Charlie and she was mixing something on the stove. I was able to get out of there before she noticed me.
I finally found Charlie in the library, sitting with his back to me. I took my wand from behind my ear and got the nearest book. I transfigured it to a bucket filled with freezing cold water. I walked slowly behind him and dumped it on top of him.
"Hey! What the fuck was that about?" he said while getting up. His whole upper body was drenched.
"This!" I said, handing him the picture of Bill and me. He looked at it and then at me.
"What about it?" he asked innocently.
"You put it in my suitcase! Why would you do that?!"
"Hey! Quit yelling at me! I just thought that you may have needed a happy moment, being back here and all, and that you may need cheering up so I put it in there for you."
"Why would you do that to me?! I don't want that memory, at all, near me!"
"But why don't you want that memory?" He asked me.
"You know perfectly well why!" I yelled.
There was complete silence in the room. I felt my face going red with anger and could see that Charlie's face was doing the exact same thing.
"Look," he said to me in a whisper. "Do you remember what I told you upstairs before I came down here?" he said as he reached for his wand.
"You mean that lie?" I said, sitting down on the floor.
"It's not a lie!" he responded angrily, sparks coming from his wand. "Look, when I told him that I was going to go talk to you in America, he had gotten happy. When I told him that I was going there to try to convince you to come back here, he got even happier. He even told me that he was going to ask you that question that you wanted to hear from him for those three years," he said to me, as he pointed the wand at himself to dry off.
"Look Charlie, that wonderful question that I wanted Bill to ask me will be his death warrant. You know why? Because he broke up with me. After 13 years of him saying that he loved me, he broke up with me so he could be with that Delacour person. Besides, I don't love him anymore," I said while turning my head to the side.
"That is bullshit and you know it Spear!" he whispered angrily at me. "You and Bill are just being dumbasses about the whole situation!" he said as he sat down next to me.
We just sat there for a while, sitting through our anger.
"Did you eat something yet?" he asked me in a clam tone.
"No. Tonks was in the kitchen mixing something so I didn't want to take the chance of dying of food poisoning so I left there as quick as possible." I said smiling. I heard him laugh a little.
"Wait here. I'll get you something to eat," he told me as he got up.
"It's amazing how quick we forgive each other isn't it?" I asked as he was leaving the room.
"Not unless you consider the other person like family," he said as he left the room.
I lay down on the floor and looked at the ceiling.
"What now?" I asked out loud.
'Well, you can figure out what to say to Harry. Like, how are you going to tell him that you are the daughter of Sirius?" my subconscious said.
"Adopted daughter," I corrected.
'But still his daughter nonetheless! How do you explain to him about Uncle James and Aunt Lily?"
"I was actually thinking about using about using my pensieve to help out on a lot of it."
'But you promised Sirius that you wouldn't use it until Christmas. What about the picture?" it said.
I put my hand into the back pocket and took out the picture that I brought from the house.
"How do I show it to him? I can't just go up to him, give it to him, and run away as soon as I can now can I?" I said, sitting up.
"Talking to yourself again?" I heard someone say behind me. I turned around and saw that it was Bill.
"Yes I am. Do you have a problem with that?" I asked him.
"No, I don't. I already got used to your habits already," he told me as he sat down next to me. "But somebody who didn't know you that well will think your crazy."
"Let them," I said, putting the picture back in my pocket. "Why are you in here anyways?" I asked Bill.
"Fred and George are looking for you. I think they want to ask you about something for there joke shop," he said.
"Ok."
There was silence in the room. If you had come into the room at that very moment, you would have thought that I was about to kill Bill at any second.
"So where's Charlie?" Bill asked. He was trying to the tension that was in the room.
"He's getting me some food from the kitchen. I'm guessing he doesn't want me to starve to death. Hey, um... where's Harry?" I asked as I felt sharp pain run through my back.
"He's with Buckbeak right now. Hey, what's this?" I heard him say. I turned to look at him and saw what he was talking about. He was reaching for a picture on the floor.
'Charlie you freaking idiot! You dropped the picture on the floor!' I thought as my eyes widened.
"It's nothing!" I exclaimed as I dived for the picture. Of course I never reached it. Bill had gotten to it long before and now was standing up and holding the picture above his head.
"What is it?" he asked me.
"It was something important to me before but is a nuisance to me now!" I yelled as I stood up.
"It's a picture of you and me."
"How did you guess so quickly?" I said sarcastically.
"Which picture though?" he said as he took a closer look at it. For me being so short, I somehow was able to jump high enough to snatch it away from him.
"That is none of your business," I said as I put the picture in my pocket. "If Charlie needs me, I'll be with Harry."
I began to exit the room but Bill had gotten a hold of my wrist. "Wait."
"What Bill?" I asked angrily as I slowly turned to face him.
"Look, I'm sorry if I hurt you-"
"If you hurt me?!"
"That I hurt you. But if you would like to know, I had regretted it ever since. I broke up with Fleur when I found out you were coming back. Spear, please, just... just try to forgive me for this one little thing," Bill told me, playing with my hand with his.
"Little thing? LITTLE THING?!" I screamed. "Now you listen here Bill Weasley, you don't know how much pain I went through after you broke up with me. You don't know the hell that I was in. My heart felt like it was broken into a million of pieces that could never be fixed again. I couldn't fell anything at all. When somebody would just get me a little pissed, I would explode on them.
"I loved you with a passion. But when you broke up with me for the most idiotic of all things last year, I didn't know what to think anymore. I didn't know what to do. But I can tell you one thing right now. There is no possible way that I will ever forgive you. Especially when you told me you loved me! Because here is something that I believe: If you are with a person for thirteen years and you told them that you loved them for each and every day for those thirteen years, you wouldn't want to break up with them just because you wanted to see what else was out there," I said to him angrily. I felt tears about to come out of my eyes at any second. I just felt like punching him right in the nose to see if I could break it. But at the same time, that annoying little voice inside of me was just telling me to forgive him already so I could get back with him.
"If you still don't care about me, then why is your hand still in mine," he asked me calmly. I pulled my hand from his and turned to the door. While I was opening it, I heard him mumble something.
"I'm hoping that whatever you mumbled, wasn't the question that I had wanted to hear," I told him as I left the room and slammed the door behind me.
"Catch," I heard someone say. I caught what Charlie threw at me with my left hand. It was a sandwich covered in plastic wrap.
"You made it?" I asked.
"Mum did."
"Good," I said as I unwrapped it and took a giant bite from it. I finished it in less then a minute. "Thank you," I mumbled as I put the last piece in my mouth.
"Your welcome. Here are your glasses. I found them in the kitchen," he told me as he handed them to me.
"Thanks," I said as I took them form him. That was when I noticed something on my right wrist. It was the necklace that Bill had given me as a present in my fifth year.
"I'm going to kill Bill," I said, slowly moving back towards the door.
"No your not," Charlie said to me as he redirected in another direction.
"And why is that?"
"Because you're still in love with him."
"No I do not! For all I care, I wouldn't mind if a dragon eats him... hey! Take him to Romania and introduce him to Norbert for me!"
"You know I won't do that to my brother. Anyway, take that thought out of your mind. You need to talk to Harry about your relationship with Sirius. He thinks that you two were an item or something like that," he told me as we walked upstairs.
"Ew!" I said with a disgusted face. "Why didn't you just tell him that Sirius adopted me?!"
"Easier for everyone if you just tell him," Charlie told me as we reached a door. "Ok, here we are. He's with Buckbeak so you know what to do when you get in there."
"Yeah, I know," I said as I put the necklace around my neck.
I saw Charlie smiling from the corner of my eye. "What?"
"You're putting on the necklace he gave you," Charlie said, still with the smile on.
"Yeah, well, I don't want to lose it since it did cost him a lot of money," I said.
"Whatever," he said to me, leaving me to face someone who I hadn't seen in 16 years and the only thing that was connected with my father.