Ch. 13 The truth shall set you free

" Yvonne! Yvonne stop, please!" she kept walking. She couldn't stand looking at him right now. What did he think she was? Easy? Did he think that just because she started to like him that she would demean herself like this? Did he not remember that she is willing to die just for him to live? Does he know what this does to a person? Does he know she cries at night because of this? Does he know she is on the rebound? Apparently not, Her face was red with anger.

Finally he had caught up with her. "Yvonne stop!" he said as he grabbed her arms.

"Get off of me!" she said to him rudely. Showing her arm out of his grasp. He grabbed her again. "I said get off of me."

"No!" he said, "We need to talk about this."

"What is there to talk about? I'm dying remember? What ever there is to talk about the problem should not last too long. You know, some times I just want to walk right out of this world. Sometimes I don't care about the wizarding world. I am dying…I'm dying for you! And all you can do is parade me around like I'm something you own? Like a new broomstick? I don't think so. I can't believe you. I could let you die when the day comes, but you know why I cant? Do you really want to know? It's because when I die only you will be able to help everyone else. Harry Potter is going to die; your brother is going to turn against you. He will rise higher than you could ever imagine Lord Voldermort rising. You will kill your brother, to save everyone you will kill your family. Now do you know why I have to die? If I live, you die, and if you die we are in more trouble than if Voldermort came to power. You didn't kill your mother George…Your brother did." At those last few words her screaming turned into whispering.

"No, No! You're lying, you're lying!" he said starting to yell

"Why would I lie George? Why would I lie about something like this? I'm dying for you! I'm not dying just so you can sit on your ass thinking all of this is a joke. I'm dying so you can save everyone else. So you can save these people from Voldermort and your brother. Only you can and no one else. You are so much more powerful than you think, you are so much more important that you think. You have no idea still. This is just the tip of the iceberg. We were destined to be together, without our bond you will lose and so will I. So we can't fight like this and you can't do what you just did. I'm sorry George but it's the truth, your twin will try to kill you the night of your twentieth birthday. That's why he wasn't fit to defeat Voldermort. You have to defeat him. Can't you see that now? Why else would I stick around? I don't even know you yet I love you. Isn't this another reason? I'm trying to cope with my loss of life, and you are just joking around like it's a game. It's not a game George. Its my life, it's my death, it's you defeating your brother, it's the world."

"I didn't…I mean…I" George stuttered.

"You didn't what? Think I was affected? Didn't think it was real? Thought it was a joke? What did you think? That at the end of all of this that I'm supposed to pop out of a bush and say 'Gotcha!'? No, I'm not. Once it happens I'm never coming back. Ever. Now that you understand, try being more considerate." By this time they had made their way towards the front of the school. Sitting on the grass George spoke.

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I mean I knew but I didn't know, you know? Look, I promise never to do this again. I just can't picture you dying. I mean if I was meant to meet you why would you die? I mean if we were destined wouldn't we be, oh I don't know, together longer? I just can't process this right now. I mean all this time I thought it was me who killed my mother. Augh! There I go talking about how my mother is dead. My mother isn't dead."

"Where is she then?" asked Yvonne looking into his eyes. Both of them had grown softer voices.

"It started after that night. I had just set my mother down, I was crying over her shoulder. She turned white and started to rise up and glow almost like a ghost, only she wasn't a ghost, you know? Well she told me that an angel would appear and would save me and to trust it, I can only guess she meant you and them she smiled and disappeared. We found her later almost dead a mile away in Muggle England. it was all over Muggle news, seeing as she was left for dead in the middle of a street. But now she is in St. Mungoes but she hasn't even opened her eyes or anything. All she does is sleep. She is left in a coma for the rest of her life until she withers away and dies. And everyone talks like she is dead; the clock in our house even says death. But she isn't. And I am the only one who talks as if she isn't dead. And I hate it. I hate it all. I want my mother again. I miss her." George started to cry and Yvonne put an arm over him.

"Look, we have talked a lot today. We have fought too much. Lets just go inside the castle and rest. I'll whip up some hot cocoa." Yvonne and George walked silently into the castle. Georges arm was wrapped around her more for the feeling of protection, rather than intimacy. They reached their common room and with the flick of her wand, Yvonne drew up two cups of hot cocoa. She sat George onto his bed where she soon met him after changing into pajamas. Together they drank and fell asleep in one another arms, hoping that when they wake in a few hours all would be well and their lives would continue to the best of their abilities.