Angel: Chapter three, Dumbledore's death.
Chris: Angel owns nothing but the plot and me, Harry Potter characters and scenes all belong to J.K Rowling.
Angel: The song 'Let me go' belongs to 3 Doors Down.
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Chris curled up in a tight ball in her bed at the Burrow. Tomorrow everyone would be dashing around trying to get things ready at the last minute for Bill and Fleur's wedding. Chris rolled over and looked at the clock.
'Huh? I guess we'll be rushing around later today.' she thought staring at the red 3:00 that glared at her in the darkness of Ginny's room.
One more kiss could be the best thing
But one more lie could be the worst
And all these thoughts are never resting
And you're not something I deserve
Her first thought when she had heard the news in the school hospital wing was: 'We're all doomed'. Then she was hit with shock and couldn't believe it. Professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was dead. Killed by their potions professor, Snape. Chris let out a quiet growl, she always had disliked him. She thought back on that night.
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Harry had just told them the news, Remus sank into a chair, Hermione, Ginny, Luna and Ron looked horrified. Everyone was in shock, Chris weaved on her feet, she felt Fred reach out and steady her. As Harry told them who had done it she felt like she was going to be sick. The next few minutes were a blur but she remembered she had thrown up and her friends had panicked wondering what was wrong with her. Then she remembered Harry hugging her, as she shook.
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In my head there's only you now
This world falls on me
In this world there's real and make believe
And this seems real to me
Silently she climbed out of bed and tiptoed downstairs, she heard whispers in the dining room and headed in their. Sitting around the table was Bill, Charlie, Remus, Tonks, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
"Chris what's wrong, are you alright?" Remus asked standing up.
"I'm ok, couldn't sleep, too much thinking." she muttered, practically collapsing into a chair.
"Are you sure you're alright, dear, you're very pale, did you eat any dinner?" Mrs. Weasley asked her.
"I-I don't think I did, I'm not sure, everything's all blurred together." She answered feebly.
"You sit right there and I'll get you something." Mrs. Weasley said standing.
"Oh no, you don't have-"
"Nonsense." with that Mrs. Weasley disappeared into the kitchen.
"I don't think you'd have been able to stop even if you had eaten dinner, Chris, Mum's like that." Charlie said trying to calm the stressed girl. She nodded and laid her head on the table to rest it.
You love me but you don't know who I am
I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand
And you love me but you don't know who I am
So let me go
Let me go
I dream ahead to what I hope for
And I turn my back on loving you
How can this love be a good thing?
When I know what I'm goin through
Remus rubbed her back in a soothing rhythm. It was silent in the dining room; the house creaked all around them.
"I'm not gonna eavesdrop, you can go back to you're conversation." She muttered her eyes half closed.
"Least of our worries, Munchkin." Remus said, she growled at the nickname.
"I can't believe it." Tonks said in a strangled whisper, "I can't believe he's really gone."
"Me neither." Mr. Weasley sighed.
"He'll get his, just you wait. Voldemort, Snape, Pettigrew, Bellatrix, they'll all get theirs." Chris whispered viciously, her hands clenched so tightly into fists, her knuckles turned white.
"What will that solve Chris, will it bring back, Dumbledore, Your Parents, and Sirius?" Remus asked, as Mrs. Weasley walked in and set a plate full of roast beef, mashed potatoes, and corn in front of Chris.
"No, but it'll be what they deserve." She hissed her eyes filled with hate.
"Do you think you're aloud to make a judgment like that? Do you have the right to decide who lives and who dies, Christina Madison Potter?" Remus asked her.
"… No." she said with a sigh as she started to eat, "This is great Mrs. Weasley … a lot better than Remus, Sirius or Harry's cooking." Mrs. Weasley smiled at her.
In my head there's only you now
This world falls on me
In this world there's real and make believe
And this seems real to me
You love me but you don't know who I am
I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand
You love me but you don't know who I am
So let me go
Just Let me go...
Let me go
"I'm going to bed." She said a few minutes later, they nodded their good nights and she headed back up stairs, but instead of going back to Ginny's room, she slipped into the Twins. Ever since Dumbledore had died, Mrs. Weasley had insisted that the twins at least sleep at home.
"Fred." She whispered, leaning over his bed, there was no answer, Fred wasn't there. Panic filled her as she stared at his empty bed. What if someone had snuck in and taken him to torture him for answers, he was close to her, and through her, close to Harry. She stumbled back, tripping and hitting George's bed, waking him up.
"Whozzair?" he muttered sleepily, "Chris? Whasmatter?" he said as he sat up.
"Fred's gone." she whispered.
"Wha?" he looked at his brother's bed, with a cry he leaped out of bed.
"Fred! FRED!" He shouted as he turned on the light.
"What's going on?" Mr. Weasley asked as he and the others burst in the room.
"Where's Fred?" Mrs. Weasley shrieked.
"gone, he's gone." Chris muttered as she stared blankly in front of her.
"Chris … Chris snap out of it." Remus said shaking her.
"Blimey, Remus she's in shock!" Tonks cried. Remus picked Chris up and started back downstairs.
"Wake the others, start a search!" He cried behind him.
"What's going on?"
"What's happening?"
"What's with all the shouting?" soon everyone was awake and in the living room.
"Gone, he's gone …. He promised, but now he's gone." Chris whispered to herself.
"What's wrong with Chris?" Harry asked rushing to his sister's side.
"Fred's missing, she's in shock, and we have to find him." Remus said.
"What do ya mean he's missing, where could he be!?!" Ginny and Ron shouted.
"We don't know." Tonks replied, "We need everyone to start searching."
And no matter how hard I try
I can't escape these things inside
I know I knowww…
When all the pieces fall apart
You will be the only one who knows
Who knows
Immediately everyone split up and started to search the house, Bill and Charlie searched outside. A few minutes later they returned, with no Fred. Mrs. Weasley was near hysterics, Chris still hadn't said anything that made sense.
"We've looked everywhere outside." Bill said as he sank into an armchair, Fleur sat on it's arm trying to comfort him.
"We searched every where in here, the bedrooms, the attic, and the basement." Ron whispered.
"I wonder why no one thought to check the bathrooms." A voice said sourly from behind Charlie. There standing at the bottom of the stairs was Fred, glaring at everyone.
"Yo-you're alright." Mrs. Weasley shrieked jumping up and enveloping him in a hug.
"Mum, get off, I'm fine, a person can't even use a bathroom at night anymore." He muttered.
You love me but you don't know who I am
I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand
And you love me but you don't know
Who I am
So let me go
Just let me go
Mrs. Weasley stepped aside, and Chris stood there in front of Fred wearing a strange expression on her face.
"You ….bloody ….GIT!" She yelled smacking him soundly across the cheek.
"OW, Woman! What was that for!" he snapped.
"We thought you were kidnapped, or killed, and you were in the bloody BATHROOM!!" She roared.
"Well, I had to go!" He snapped, ears turning red.
"Next time leave a note so you're mother doesn't have a heart attack." she hissed flicking her hair over her shoulder, and setting her hands on her hips.
"Sorry, I didn't know my using the bathroom was going to cause an uproar, maybe next time I'll have them post it in the Daily Prophet or shall I just wake you and ask you if it's ok if I use the bathroom, or scratch my nose." He snapped, glaring down at her.
"You jerk, we've lost enough people as it is, and we don't need to lose any more." she snapped, now though she had tears in her eyes.
"I think we should let them sort this out themselves." Bill said quietly, everyone nodded and headed back to bed, leaving Fred and Chris alone in the living room.
"I'm sorry, I .. didn't mean to worry you." he whispered.
"Well, you did." She said shortly, she knew if she stopped being angry she would start crying, she didn't want that. Fred slid a hand behind her head and pulled her to him.
"Cry." it was a simple command, one she normally would have punched someone for giving, but try as she might, she couldn't fight the tears as they slid down her face and soaked his shoulder.
"Don't leave me." she sobbed into him.
"Never." he answered, both knew it was an impossible promise, but it made them both feel better so neither said a word after that.
"I hate this." Chris muttered after a few minutes of silence, throwing herself down on the couch.
"I'm sorry, I thought we were going good." Fred said, as he sat beside her.
"Oh! I don't mean us, I mean this war, and Voldemort," Fred shuddered, "and everyone dieing." She leaned against him with a sigh.
And you love me but you don't
You love me but you don't
You love me but you don't know who I am
And you love me but you don't
You love me but you don't
You love me but you don't know me
"Chris?" He said after a few minutes.
"Yes, Fred." She replied looking up at him.
"I-," he took a deep breath, "I, er, that is to say I …"
"I love you too, Fred." She said cutting him off. He grinned down at her which she returned with a cheeky smile.
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Angel: Ok that wasn't all about her coping with Dumbledore's death, but it shows how …. Eh I don't know ... protective … clingy .. Needy …. Pick one, ….she can be. And it shows how much she cares for Fred.
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