Chapter 1: The Runaway

It was almost midnight. "What the hell am I doing out here?" I thought. "Me, Carly Hawkins out walking around in the middle of the night too bad no one's here to see it." I stood up and took a look around. Nothing I could recognize, and I felt my fear clutch my heart. "Great, another nightmare and I end up here. Shit! Shit! Shit!"

Exactly how I had gotten outside wasn't too hard for me to figure out. I'd fallen asleep and had another nightmare of home… And Logan… My magic must have carried me out here. To escape the pain in my heart, but I knew I'd never really be free.

I heard shouting and turned around. Flashing green light from hooded figures with wands held in the air. Honestly, I couldn't help but chuckle. Back home in America, wands had been outlawed since the Salem Witch Trials back in Massachusetts. In America, you transferred your magic to your fingers instead of a wand. It made it more difficult to get expelled from school.

The hooded figures must have heard me chuckle and started coming after me. I took off running as fast as I could until someone knocked me down.

"Just stay down." A muffled voice ordered.

I couldn't answer not only did I have the wind knocked out of me, but now I had a 200 plus pounds of fully grown male on top of me. A group behind him went running after the hooded figures. But he just stayed there on top of me.

"How long has it been since I'd been around a man?" I wondered. "Did I waste my time worrying about what Logan and his stupid family thought of me?"

Then he shifted and I forgot to think about Logan. I let my thoughts wander about kissing his neck and slowly taking his robes off…

"Damn! Stop thinking like that! You don't even know the man! What the hell is wrong with you?" Mentally I scolded.

As I continued to scold, my protector rolled off of me and got up. He put his hand out and pulled me up off the ground. I now got a good look at his face. His red hair was a mess and he had the most beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen.

"George Weasley, Member of the Order of the Phoenix."

I smiled and answered, "Carly Hawkins, Runaway from America."

George looked her up and down. Then he smiled, "I should have guessed. No one around here wears ducky pajamas."

I looked down at my Ducky Pajama Pants and my yellow tank top and blushed.

"Hey, I was only joking, but they do look amazing on you." George tried, when he realized he'd made me feel embarrassed. "What were you doing out on the street this time of night?"

I was about to answer when we heard somebody calling George's name.

"Oy! George, what's the hold up?" someone said.

When he stood by George I didn't know who was who. Then I smiled, he must have a twin.

"Fred, this is Carly Hawkins. Carly this is my brother Fred." George introduced us.

Fred looked me up and down, making me feel very uncomfortable. "Well, err… Mate we might want to get back to headquarters, don't you think?"

Hesitantly, George nodded.

"Well, it was nice meeting you George Weasley." I said resisting the urge to kiss him and fighting back tears. "You're being ridiculous!" I chided myself. "You just met the man three minutes ago and your already thinking about shaggin' him."

Fred looked at me funny for a moment. "Miss Hawkins what are you talking about, you're coming with us."

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I looked from my brother to the beautiful woman standing beside me. "She thought we were just going to leave her here." I thought with disbelief. "After I saved her before she was almost killed by Death Eaters? Bloody Hell!"

"I'm sorry, but would you please call me Carly?" Carly stated firmly. "I'm also sorry, but I can't go with you to headquarters."

"Why? Bloody Hell! You're coming with us whether you like it, or not!" I shouted.

"I'm going to let you take care of her…" Fred said walking away uncomfortably. "I'll tell the others you'll be back soon."

I nodded to show I heard and understood what he had said, but I didn't take my eyes off of Carly.

"George, I'm not going. I CAN'T go with you!" Carly answered miserably.

I grabbed her left hand, looking for a wedding ring, then I realized what I was doing,

Carly shook her head. "I can't go, George. I just can't."

I was so relieved to see she wasn't married or engaged.

"Asshole." I muttered.

"Pardon" Carly asked.

I could only think about how bad I wanted her and to get to know her. I had never felt like this about anybody, including Katie Bell…

"You're going and that's that." I answered gruffly. Then I pulled her into my arms.

"What's the address, I'll take us." Carly whispered, sounding a little breathless.

I gave her Black's address for headquarters and then I blinked. We were already at Headquarters.

I grabbed Carly's hand and led her into head quarters after giving the password (Fawkes). Fred opened the door and smiled at Carly. She smiled back and then Nymphadora Tonks (more commonly known to us as "Tonks") told me that Carly's room was the empty one beside mine. Wishing us goodnight, the three of us climbed the stairs. Fred turned right and bid us both goodnight, again.

I pointed Carly down the left hallway. "This room is yours."

"Thank you, George." Carly smiled and standing on tiptoe, kissed my cheek goodnight and walked into her room.

I watched her close her door. Leaning against it door, I groaned.

DISCLAIMER: I Do NOT own the whole thing J.K. Rowling does…

CLAIMER: I DO own the plot and my character, Carly Hawkins!

A/N I'm sorry for the mistake on my part and here are the new changes!