Chapter 3: Wondering Minds Want to Know

Sunlight streamed through the window, gently warming me up. I was already warm and found it extremely odd. Then my thoughts drifted back to last night… George Weasley, the nightmare, the most unforgettable kiss I've had recently, talking about everything and nothing, and falling asleep in his arms.

I snuggled closer into his arms and started to read his mind. He was dreaming of his home, The Burrow the summer before his fourth year. They had just rescued Harry Potter from the mortals (muggles, George thought) and were flying home. His dream showed them getting into trouble with his mother and his father asking how well did it fly. I giggled softly.

He must have heard me, because George's eyes opened very fast after my giggle.

"What's so funny?" He yawned.

"Your dream." I answered honestly.

"I'm going to make Malfoy teach me how to block mind readings." He teased.

I smiled, "Won't work, you're not American."

Then suddenly George tackled me underneath him. Unlike Logan, George had a playful look in his eye, and I wasn't afraid of him.

"Well, since you know all about my Pureblood family, it's your turn to tell me about yours." George tickled me, teasingly.

"My family was a lot like the Malfoy family. Growing up, my father was taught that magic born from mortal parents was the worst thing in the world. It wasn't that bad if you were half and half, but it was still looked down upon." I started to explain.

I felt George stiffen. I guess he thought I was just the same as my grandmother.

"My father, Andrew Hawkins had the name and the magic to be feared. But no one did. He was well like my father, especially at Sarcoma."

George seemed to relax, but he was still on top of me, just starting at me. He had a cold expression on his face, I was afraid to read his mind.

"You have a Dark Lord here… Well, we had one back home. We called him the Dark Master, but the inner Circle of Darkness called him by his real name, Sean Harris. The Dark Lords were five of the most trusted advisors. Next in line were the Dark Servants, they did a lot of hunting and killing. Last was the Dark Rookies, they had the worst jobs. They had to steal many things without getting caught by our Ministry, kidnap a lot of people and this was all just to get them to the Dark Servant Level. My grandmother forced my father to join. He survived being a Dark Rookie and made it to be a Dark Servant. That was before he met my mother. She was half and half, better than a mortal born and definitely better than being a mortal, but she knew about the Circle of Darkness. The Dark Master, didn't like that at all, he wanted Nicole Simmons dead."

The cold look on George's face faded a little. "What did your father do?"

I smiled. "He got her pregnant."

George had a look of shock on his face. "Why did he do that? It doesn't make sense."

"In America, most men leave women when they find out that they're pregnant. It's against our ministry laws, to get a woman pregnant and not marry her. The Dark Master could do nothing except congratulate him."

George looked amazed. I knew our laws were a lot different from their's but it still made me smile to see how George's reactions changed.

"Nine months later, I was born. My mother made my father promise that I would never end up in the Dark Circle. Dad promised he didn't want me in it either. Life was good, the Dark Master paid all his Dark Lords and Servants handsomely and we lived well. When I was five, Dad showed me his Dark Necklace. It's a lot like the Death Eaters tattoos here. He explained choices and actions that had to be taken. When I asked him why it was a necklace, he answered me this. 'This necklace, Carly will never be taken off, unless I die. And when we die, it is deactivated and cannot be used anymore. We can hide them underneath our clothes and no one will ever see them. They are also close to our soul, reminding us that we don't own ours anymore that we have to share it. When the Dark Master calls us, it moves to our chests and burns. It doesn't stop burning until we are in his presence.' The next day, my mother was killed and my father was now a Dark Lord."

George looked horrified.

"My father didn't kill my mother, a Dark Rookie did. For the next 15 years, my father did everything in his power to protect me. When I turned 21, I met Logan Price, a Dark Servant. We started dating, but my father didn't want me to end up like my mother. So he tried to stop Logan Price from seeing me, but the Dark Master had other plans… On my 22nd birthday, Logan killed my father in front of me. I stunned him with a quick stunning spell that would last for a good 30 minutes. I packed up my things and I took my fathers Dark Necklace. It was the only thing I could remember him always wearing. I've been running away ever since." I finished.

George just stared at me, I guess trying to process all of my information. Instead of saying anything, he leaned down and kissed me (he was still laying on top of me, both of us wearing clothes). I didn't hesitate to open my mouth a little and allow his tongue in. I reached my hand in between his and started running my hands up and down his chest, a chest that had muscles and was smooth. I prayed he wouldn't pull away this time.

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"Just pull away," I kept telling myself "just pull away".

Then she started running her hands down my chest. The first mistake had been lying on top of her, listening to her story and feeling every one of her curves. The second had been kissing her. And I wanted her now, more than ever.

She had answered all of my questions, told me everything I wanted to know without hesitation… And I told her everything… About my family, the hurt and betrayal from Percy, and her caressing my face to calm me… When I first met her, I had been attracted to her, bloody hell she was beautiful. Her beautiful, shoulder length, honey brown hair and those clear blue eyes…

Carly stopped her hands and began to move away from me.

"No." I thought. I started kissing her neck all the way down to her green tank top. Playing with the other strap with my fingers, she started running her hands down my back.

"Changed your mind?" She questioned laughing softly.

I stopped and looked into her knowing gaze.

"You read my mind didn't you?" I questioned.

She never got to answer my question, because Fred took that moment to burst into the room.

"Bloody hell, George! You just met her nine hours ago!" Fred muttered taking in the scene.

Then Angelina Johnson-Weasley walked in to Carly's room. I quickly rolled off Carly.

"Bloody Hell, George!" Angelina yelled.

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"Oh be quiet or you'll have the whole order up here." He snapped.

As they continued to fight I read Angelina's mind. She was thinking how all this fighting wasn't good for the baby, and how was she going to tell Fred they were going to have one?

"WILL YOU ALL SHUT-UP?" I shouted.

Everyone stopped fighting and stared at my sudden outburst. Angelina looked relieved and shot me a look of gratitude. That's when I finally realized the difference between Fred and George. Fred's hair was a darker shad of red and his eyes were more hazel than brown.

"Thank-you, now if you'll all be kind and excuse me, I think the three of you need to talk." I smiled at Angelina.

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Carly was double meaning her words. For two years I have watched Angelina and Fred fight side by side never complaining (they married a month before Katie died), but there was something different about Angelina this morning. She also had been a Chaser when we had been at Hogwarts and she went with Fred to the Yule Ball back in 6th Year.

"Well, I should tell you all now that Carly can read minds." I informed them.

Understanding crossed over Angelina's face.

"That's what she meant when she said we all needed to talk…" A smile crossed over her face and she looked at Fred and me standing side by side.

She took Fred's hand and murmured, "I'm pregnant."

A look of joy came of Fred's face as he hugged his wife. Then a look of dread came over his face… I didn't have to read his mind to know that he was worried if something happened to Angelina, the baby would be hurt to. And then there was the fact that the baby could be kidnapped or stolen after it was born…

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"That's not going to happen." We all jumped.

Carly stepped back into the room. Dressed in a faded pair of blue jeans and a tie-dyed t-shirt, she looked amazing.

"How? How do you know that?" Angelina answered, also knowing what had gone through Fred's mind.

Carly didn't say anything for a moment until she pulled something out of her bag on the floor. She went through a box containing various colors of stones.

"What's your favorite color?" Carly asked.

"A pale blue…" Angelina answered.

Carly nodded and pulled out a beautiful pale blue stone on a necklace. She handed it to Fred.

"What the Bloody hell am I supposed to do with this?" He asked.

Carly smiled, "You have to put it on her."

At our confused expressions Carly explained. "When I was little my mother taught me the way of old fashioned magic in stones. The Agate Stone you have in your hand is commonly found in streams and beaches. It's very subset to magically use and what it's used for is Bravery, Longevity, Healing, and Protection. The trick is, a person you love and care about has to put it on you, but it will only work, if they feel the same way."

Fred put the necklace around Angelina's neck and a soft glow came off it.

Carly nodded approval. "Just like I thought it would."

"I want to tell the whole order!" Angelina announced. Grabbing Fred's hand they stalked out of the room.

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"Thank-you." I said and kissed her cheek. Blushing she started to put her stones away. "Carly, why did you do that?" Sighing, she put the box back in her bag and stood up. "Carly?"

She turned away and answered. "Because, I wanted to prove to you I'm not in the Dark Circle. You want me, but I know you don't believe I'm not part of it. My mother was a good woman and good witch, and my father was a good man, and bad wizard. I couldn't pick my parents anymore than you can… But I wouldn't have chosen a different father, even with all the evil he had done, he never once hurt my mother or me. It was his job, George one that he couldn't quit… This is just your way of pushing me away… Well I'm sorry you lost Katie. I really am, but I'm not going anywhere. You're still living and breathing… George she's gone, but somehow you feel guilty about wanting me… Don't try denying it either, I read your mind as I was getting Fred and Angelina the stone."

I watched her leave her room. I had thought all those things she accused me of when she handed Fred the stone. Last night we had put a spell on each other so that we couldn't tell the other a lie, before we talked… She hadn't lied about anything she had told me. I hadn't either, but then my father was fighting on the good side, not the bad side.

Was I judging her because I didn't know understand what it would be like to have a father on the dark side, but a good man? Was this the reason I was pushing her away? Or because I was afraid to lose her? Then I thought back to last night when she had calmed me with a simple touch of her hand.

"Did she use magic or was it just her?" I wondered. I knew I had to talk to Fred about Carly… Alone.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of this EXCEPT the plot and Carly Hawkins's character!