Ch.10 the Truth Hurts
Sitting in the common room, George and Yvonne sipped their drinks quietly. Any moment Hordes of Gryffindors would be appearing on the other side of the portrait hole. The two savored the silence and comfort while they could before classes were over. George was not anticipating seeing the oh so familiar faces of what he once called family. Yvonne didn't seem to mind, just sitting under a warm blanket by the fire.
It was an uncommonly cold day this mid September day. Yvonne, being born and raised in California was used to Indian summers of seventy or eighty degrees until December, little did she realize that it was already sixty and it was only the second week of September. But Yvonne loved the weather here none-the-less. It was so much more rainy and romantic than America.
No sooner than finishing their cocoa there was chattering outside of the door. Classes were over and students wanted to go back to their home and do what they normally did, sleep, homework, work on jinks or just be the perfect procrastinator.
The password was uttered and students piled into the common room. Among them were the Weasley clan and Harry. Hermione must be off at the library; the little bookworm could never study enough. No one talked among them. Only they fixed their eyes on each other.
Fred and George neither blinking yet sending deadly glares towards each other. Then they looked at Yvonne, which gave Yvonne a sudden chill down her spine as if being watched under a microscope. Then they all walked past George not even acknowledging his existence.
George shot up form his seat and started towards the portrait hole. Yvonne quickly threw the blanket off of her and set down her cocoa to chase after him. She called his name down the hall but he kept walking on. He was ignoring her.
"George Weasley, Stop NOW!" Yvonne screamed down the echoing hallways. He turned to look at her, hatred in his eyes. She started running towards him, huffing and puffing. "What is the matter?" she looked into his eyes "Tell me George!" George sighed but didn't say a word.
"You think you cant trust me, that's it isn't it. You can't trust me in the end." This made George defensive.
"I didn't say that!"
"No." she said "No you didn't, but you thought it." He looked at her. Loosening his fist. "You said, in these words 'you cant trust her, you don't even know her yet, and you were stupid for showing her that one night."
"How did you know that?" George questioned. Yvonne sighed and slid on the wall to the floor sitting cross-legged. People were coming.
"Hurry, in here." George said running into a room on the corner.
"What is this place?" Yvonne asked. Looking around there was no couch but small pillows and a few books. Candles and a mirror.
"The room of Requirement." Said George. "How did you know what I thought?" She gulped.
"I…I can read peoples thoughts." She looked at the floor while talking.
"So you know everything, went into my mind and just was snooping around in it? Looking for things were you?" Georges face was red with anger.
"NO, no nothing like that, I would never do that. And you are hiding something too." At this George turned. "Yes, I know you little aura thing. How you feed off of other peoples emotions. That's the same thing as reading my thoughts. I know what you were thinking. Just like how last week you thought you say my aura as pink and yellow. You said it was love. That's reading peoples minds too you know."
"No I didn't."
"Yes you did. So don't judge my powers if you don't want yours questioned too." She said in a huff, her face more angry than he had ever seen it. "Now tell me, what happened back there? Why is your family ignoring you?"
"I am not telling you that, it's my business."
"By trying to kill yourself and me stopping you it is now my business now tell me. I have other ways of finding out you know."
"That's black mail, and who the hell do you think you are?"
"Just STOP! look, you obviously don't know this and neither should I. We are bonded together more than you think we are. You can't get rid of me and I can't get rid of you. We are stuck together."
"What do you mean?" George asked sitting down on one of the cushions.
"We were destined to meet each other. Professor Trelawney, she said that some one was going to come along and save you, ending their life in the process. That I supposed to be me."
"You're joking."
"No, I am not. My mother, during one of her fortuneteller fits, said and I quote. "In the year of her seventh, a lost soul ebbed in between life and death, Only one can save him and she comes as a messenger, ending her life to keep him floating on to be destined elsewhere." George looked at her perplexedly. "She meant me." Her voice got soft and almost to a whisper. "No matter what happens, trying to save you or stop you or anything, I am going to die. And I would rather it be saving you than fighting, because I know what you are destined to be. I can't tell you though."
Tears started to appear in her eyes. George didn't know what to do. He ran his fingers through his long hair and sighed. Then one name came into his mind. Dumbledore. "Come on." He said jumping up from his seat and grabbing a hold of her wrists. "We need to talk to someone."
"Who?" asked Yvonne trying to keep running with George.
"The head master."
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Sitting quietly in the headmasters office, Yvonne started looking at Fawks and portraits of the retired headmasters. She had never seen any office so exquiset. And she couldn't believe how good George was at figuring out the password. Little did she realize that before the incident George had been the best prankster and sneak in the school, alongside his brother.
George sat in his chair waiting for the head master to show up at his office. Which should be any moment by the looks of the once confinscated Mauraders Map.
"Oh, whats that?" Asked Yvonne.
"Huh? Oh…just something that my brother and I found a long time ago. I best put it away, Dumbledore is coming right now. Mischief managed." The map closed itself and he set it back down on Dumbledore's desk and told Yvonne to sit down. But she kept looking at Fawks. He seemed to ease her tension.
Then the large oak doors opened and in came Headmaster Dumbledore. He had a weak smile. His beard reaching the ground. His half moon glasses shone in the light of the candles. "And what is it that I owe this meeting?" he asked in a low raspy voice.
"WE are here toask you about something." Said George.
"Yes, I feel I know what it is." Said Dumbledore examining his glasses. "It is about the prophecy. It is the only reason Ms. Yvonne is even at Hogwarts this year, instead of her old muggle school. As she has realized, her fate is an untimely one for such a young girl." Yvonne hung her head. "But she knows what she needs to do doesn't she?" Yvonne nodded.
"So it is only me who don't know then?" asked George.
"Not for much longer Mr. Weasley." Said Dumbledore. "Let me begin. At the fall of Voldermorts reign of Terror over the wizarding world both sides knew that he would return. Of course we had Harry Potter, the boy who lived. But that would not be enough. The order needed another's help. That is where Professor Trelawney comes in. She had a prophecy one night, about a girl. This girl would help the one in need. She would be the messenger. You are probably wondering what the messenger means?" Yvonne nodded.
" The messenger means the one who will come before. You will deliver George unto the people. He will save and you know why, and only with you help will he. You must do all first. But anyways. I am straying. Both the light and the dark side had planed this. Both destined to either save the wizarding world or extinguish its very existence. Both were children born of the solstice. On the same night at the same hour.
" Both three at the time of choosing, you were blessed with powers. Some that you have not managed to figure out just yet. One had mind reading or finding emotion. Both that would strengthen them. The two were destined to fight. Fight to the death, but the plan went wrong.
There was another born on the solstice. A twin, and a boy born of noble family. You may know him a Malfoy."
"But how is that possible, Malfoy is years younger."
"Ah, but what if it was not the one you seem to know so well. You see, this child was born as Lisander Malfoy, but he died the night of the attack. You see, All of Voldermorts power went into him. So when he died, he had no more power to make hate and malice. So he chose to control your mind.
"He picked you George, because he could see into your mind, feed off of your jelousy and saw you as the right fit. That is why we gave Yvonne mind reading, to see what happens with Voldermort and yourself. If you do not understand now, you will soon. On the night of the solstice it will happen. A battle inside of you will erupt and take over your body. But it will not quite work. Yvonne, because of her capability, will be able to take what is happening to you and put it to her. For her to end the terror. Because if she dies, So does Voldermort and his last chance at power. You see George. Voldermort is alive. In you."
"So, why cant I just die, I mean I don't want to but well…why her?"
"George." Said Dumbledore. "You are destined for great things. Greater than imagined. Not fame or fortune, but greater things than the stars themselves."
"Well what is it? Why cant you tell me?"
"Because you are not ready." Said Dumbledore. "Yvonne only knows because she realized that her death rests on the safty of the wizarding world. And she has battled a long time with this." Yvonne nodded her head slowely.
"So why wasn't my brother chosen for this?" asked George.
"Your brother would not suit. That is all you need to know for now. In time dear boy, you will learn all. Now, eat this and be on your way, I have cleared your absence with the teachers. We had all been anticipating this day." George was puzzled. But Dumbledore just smiled and gave a chocolate frog to the both of them.
There the two walked out of the office, both as puzzled as the other to the last comment. Inside, George was fizzling to the top because he could not figure out what was so special about him living. And why she had to die. Did she deserve it? What if he started to dare he think it…love her?
