Ch. 4 the train ride part II

"You will fall, fall deeper and deeper, sliding towards death, but an angel in disguise will save you, will save you by destroying their own lives." He always thought it was a hoax, a stupid joke between her and her sick mind. But as time progressed the words got to him, he distanced himself from everyone and when his mother had her accident he thought that she was the angel, but she was just the messenger.

It couldn't be anymore true. Nothing could be more true. Neither knew what the other would do in their lives. Neither knew what would await them in future months. Neither knew that they were both part of a plan, a plan made many years ago, at the beginning of the rise of Lord Voldermort. They were both watched, their futures both tested and seen before they were two, Both chosen by both the dark lord and the Order of the Pheonix.

Both sides needed them towards their advantage, before Harry Potter saved the Wizarding world momentarily. But both sides knew it was just momentarily, and both sides knew that it would only be a few short years. Both sides made their lives collide. Knowing that the people would die.

But the two didn't know. They didn't know what was going to happen. How could they, one so happy and another so crushed, so depressed, do suicidal, so different, How could these two people be combined into the perfect solution, for both sides?

Everything has its purposes, and Mrs. Weasley's purpose was to save her son for the future, she knew this already, she was willing to sacrifice, willing to do anything. Only Mrs. Weasley knew. One of her last remaining words to her son were 'Don't be afraid of her.' But George never knew, and still didn't know what she meant by that.

He decided to talk to her again. Words traced through his mind, things not to say, what tones to use, simple questions, keep it simple, nothing about family, no, she would ask something like 'what about you and your family.' no definitely not.

"Um, so how long have you and your boyfriend been going out?" The girl blushed.

"Well, it's been almost a year. Well a year December sixth, but well, its September so about nine months." He looked at her eyes. She was happy, he could tell by her aura, but something was amiss, drearily amiss. He could tell by the color surrounding her. It was a light purple with a dash of green, but amidst it was a black center. He didn't know what to perceive it as, probably what his aura looks like, no he knew what his aura looked like, it would be a black and orange mixture with a bit of red and dark, dark blue. It would be a sign of a bruised, misused and depressed soul, looking for something.

But he didn't think he was looking for anything. But she could tell. There were things about her he didn't know. Both people, in this plan of destruction, were both blessed with gifts. His was the gift of sight, to see the mood of the person. Hers was an remarkable gift, but she kept it so incredibly hidden, not even her family knew of it. It was deeper hidden than some of her horrid past.

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She saw him sit there, just silent, how could someone look so horrid. So depressed, what could she do to make him happier? That was her only reason for staying in such a discomforting compartment. But she also didn't know anyone so what was the purpose in moving. He locked the door. He must have wanted privacy. But luckily she was smart enough to use the damn spell.

'God he looks so sad, I feel bad for him, oh, I shouldn't have mentioned Mark. I wonder what's wrong, but it's none of my business to say anything to him.'

"Um, so how long have you and your boyfriend been going out?" Of course I couldn't help but blush when I though of Mark. He was such a sweetheart. But what should I say.

"Well, it's been almost a year. Well a year December sixth, but well, its September so about nine months." She saw his eyes harden. He was concentrating on her. Something was amiss. Were all Europeans this odd? He just sort of stared at her, breaking eye contact every so often. But she was slightly confused. What was going on? She looked at him, heaved a sigh and thought to herself.

'No, I promised, not this year, this is a new start, don't, just don't, please, don't, restrain yourself Yvonne, restrain. Oh God to hell with it.' she looked into his eyes, slightly a little bit farther up, like at his shaggy hair. Then she started to heavily concentrate. She heard Georges voice.

"Don't ask that, that's a stupid question, don't mention anything about Fred or mum, nothing, she doesn't need to know, its none of her business. What is I asked her more things about her boyfriend.? Wait, some things wrong with her. Her aura is off. There is a dark must around her, Her colors are a slight purple with a light green, normal colors but the black, there is something wrong, what is she hiding." She gasped and a fearful face flushed over her.

"What's wrong?" George asked her.

"Oh, it's nothing. Absolutely nothing." She said lying to him. 'God, you just had to do it didn't you, You are so stupid Yvonne.' The girl, Yvonne, had a dark secret, she could read other peoples thoughts. But it wasn't a gift in her eyes, it was a curse, it only worsened things. She wasn't happy. She knew the things people said, she knew what her father, her step sister, her boyfriend, thought about it. She knew everything. And now she knew things about him. She knew he could read auras. It was a gift she wish she had, next to being an animigus, but that could be fixed.

She hated herself for that ability. It only ruined things. She wanted to cry. But she wouldn't, no, not in front of him. She knew in the back of her mind the relationship with Mark wasn't going to work, but what was she going to do, it was her first love, her first boyfriend. Even though she knew he didn't love her, he just liked her. But she pretended to be happy.

Pretend, all she ever does is pretend. She is never real with anyone, she came here to get a new start, to have a clean slate, a new beginning, But she had already ruined it. Had already looked into the one place that was a compound, a place of comfort, a place to be free, inside the mind. She couldn't look at him, she had to look outside the window, what had she done.

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George started to talk again and many hours passed until about two hours till the train ride was over. The two had talked about almost everything. They left out family and past memories of family. Both had a similar past and neither wanted to share it. Both had gifts, talents none other had, but again neither wanted anything to do with it. It only led to speculation and false conciousness.

Suddenly the doors were opened and five figures were in the door way. It was three red heads and bushy brunette and a raven haired rebellion.

"Oh, were we interrupting anything?" One of the red heads asked sarcastically.

"No, we were just talking about nothing." George said in a fast reply. Yvonne could tell he was related to the red heads, specifically because she could see the resemblance of twins in the one that talked and George. The other two looked younger and the shirt brunette looked completely snobbish. And of course, she recognized Harry Potter, but she didn't think he was that much of an important person, he looked more cocky to her if anything.

"Can we have a talk with him?" asked George's twin.

"Yeah, sure." She got up off of her seat and was about to step out of the compartment when George grabbed her wrist. He looked at her and signaled for her to sit down. She sat back down and George looked at Fred and the others.

"You can say anything to me in front of her." George said.

"We aren't going to talk about this in front of someone we don't know." said Ron.

"Then don't say anything." said George.

"Look, I can go if you want me to, if its important." Yvonne was about to stand up again.

"No" he said aloud. "Stay, they can get over themselves or go." Fred looked at George, both angry with each other, for opposite reasons. Ron ran off in a huff, Harry followed suit and Hermione followed Harry because everyone knew she liked him more than anything. Fred just stared there, Ginny behind him. She looked frightened at him. His eyes softened, he hated seeing her like this.

"Fred, just go." George said. Fred tried to talk.

"But-"

"Just go Fred!" Fred looked at him, a hard face, a sad face, a mad face, everything. Then he walked off, without saying a word.

"It really was okay, it wasn't necessary." Yvonne said. Ginny was about to walk off with George grabbed her hand

"Ginny, stay, please." George looked at her, his hand clenching hers. She just looked solemnly into his eyes and slid her hand from his and walked away from the compartment. If there was ever any doubt in his mind that he was alone , it was completed in that instant.