Ch. 5 Meeting under the Willow
George walked with Yvonne off of the train. They wouldn't refer to each other as friends, not that either wanted to be, but they felt uncomfortable with themselves and both wanted to distance themselves from the other, but because of the plan, both attached with each other.
Ahead by a few paces were Fred, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and Harry. Ginny kept looking behind her at George, he smiled weakly at her and she frowned and looked away. He frowned and looked away from her, after all he had done for her she turned away from him.
"Family problems?" Yvonne said out loud. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to say that aloud, sorry."
"No, it's fine."
"Can I ask what's wrong?" Yvonne looked up into his eyes.
"No!" he said in a huff and walked off. Yvonne wanted to go after him but knew it wasn't right, seeing as his mind prohibited her following. She just looked at him walk off while others passed her and bumped into her arms.
"Watch it you fat cow!" said a tall blonde boy. Yvonne was used to the comments, it wasn't anything new, it didn't hurt her like it used to. She had hardened herself up over the years. But a tingle of it still bled through. A tinge of it still remained in her heart. She walked into the Hogwarts grounds and waited for the ceremony. She didn't sit underneath the sorting hat, she received her house in advance. She turned to walk into the castle and sit by herself. She sat looked back at where George was and only saw a faint figure, then turned her attention to her phone since it had started to ring.
George walked down the hill, the grass so tall and wet it reached half way up his calves. He sat down on a hill overlooking the lake, the lake was shinning in the moonlight. He was here, he was home, his only home, his safe haven. It was night again, the wind was calling him again. He felt the wind howl through his ears, the low screeching sound was so familiar to him. It whispered words to him. He just stared into the water of the lake.
Since he was sitting he was half hidden among the tall grass. He felt safe there, no people, nothing that could talk, have an opinion, nothing that could talk to him condescendingly was there, was around him, it was just him, the night, the moon, and the wind, his only real companions.
'That girl? What do you think of her?' the wind seemed to howl into his ear. "The girl? Well there isn't much to say about her, she seems to chirpy, but something was wrong with her, I know that much." 'Are you going to talk to her?' the wind howled again. "Oh God no, she is just a nosey little prat, no use in talking to her again, there isn't any use in it, I don't feel like making a friend, I'll just loose them in the end, like with mum. Damn it, you always have to remind me of mum." he yelled into the wind.
The wind became harsher against his face. 'What's stopping you from thinking I am your mother?' "Because that's stupid." George responded back. "This is all stupid, I'm at a damn cliff, why don't I just do it now? No, that's stupid, I'm not doing that." He put his hands up to his face and lowered them into his lap. He wanted to cry but he wasn't going to, he was beyond crying, just another meaningless emotion that wasn't worth his time.
Nothing was worth his time, not even the new girl. Whoever she was. It didn't matter, Why waste time with her, she is nothing to him, absolutely nothing to him, but little did he know that soon she would be everything to him. But not without a push from her first. Something unspeakable will happen. Something neither will regret but something that will crush another in the processes of it.
But wasn't that what life was, building up walls to be broken down and rebuilt again, until you don't see the purpose in rebuilding them again. He stopped rebuilding his walls, he had nothing before him but rubble and dust, nothing to build up. He was open to any and everything. But he wasn't going to let it happen.
Just then he was grabbed by something. He turned around to see who it was but was knocked out by a spell. When he awoke he was in a different place. He didn't recognize it at first, but then he realized, he was in a passage way underneath the Whomping Willow.
Yvonne walked into the Great Hall, she was amazed at what she saw, there were colors or Red and Gold and Silvers and the floating candles. She looked around at all the magical things. She saw the sky in the Great Hall it showed outside, the perfect weather, it was black with a few stars showing through the dense clouds.
She looked at the star towards the left, she closed her eyes and made a wish, the same wish she always made. Always. She looked at the walls, walking and talking portraits, talking to students, moving from frame to frame, blending with the picture, and conversing with the other pectoral people.
The Ghosts flew through the wall. There was Nearly headless Nick and the bloody Baron. She was amazed at how these people and all these creatures could live together without being astonished, except for the first years, who were in awe as much as herself. She knew where to sit, Her parchment said where. It said Gryffindor. She looked for the red and Gold table. She noticed the same people from the train ride at the same table.
She was scared that she would have to talk to these people, they surely had to recognize her. She sat down next to a fairly tall brunette boy. His ears glowed red when she sat next to him. She looked at her hands on the long polished wooden table. Then she watched as the doors opened a second time and a hoard of small children walked through. She thought they couldn't be anymore old than twelve.
A fairly middle aged woman escorted them in front of a stool with a worn out witches hat upon it. After the first years settled down Mrs. McGonagle proceeded with the plan. She unrolled a piece of parchment and began to read from it.
Yvonne wasn't listening to the buzzing sound that was Mrs. McGonagle's voice until she heard something else. She almost jumped when what she say matched with what she heard. She saw the hat talking to the people. It was saying some sort of poem or limerick. It was forever long but Yvonne was amazed at the magical being.
After the sorting hat was done Mrs. McGonagle started to call out names. Yvonne noticed that when the hat was placed on a head that it shouted out a house name. She was so utterly astonished. But one thing puzzled her. Where was George?
