A/N: I would've had this up sooner, but I got distracted by an oh-so awesome story by my friend's friend. Its really cool and if I didn't know any better I'd say that the main characters in her story were me and my friend. It totally makes sense. I mean, the main character in her story is a gay emo kid and the other main character is his best friend who has a crush on him even though she doesn't have a chance with him cause he's gay. It's totally me and my bestest friend in the whole world… You know what. I'm going to shut up now…
Disclaimer: I have nothing cutesy or clever this time. Just a plain old disclaimer that says I don't own Harry Potter.
:Nothing Left of You:
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Almost a week had passed before Mrs. Weasley allowed Freddie to leave her bed and she was only allowed down for meals. Otherwise, Freddie wasn't to over exert herself. Mrs. Weasley wouldn't let Freddie complain about being stuck in bed all day. It was her decision to get better the muggle way, which made it her own fault that she was made to stay in bed. If she had just taken the potion Mrs. Weasley had made for her she would have been fine in less than a few days.
"At least you're dad was nice enough to get my things from the Leaky Cauldron," Freddie said. She sat on one end of Ron's old bed with a sketchbook sitting on her lap and a charcoal pencil in hand while George sat on the other end of the bed flipping through one of her magazines.
"It's so strange how the pictures don't move," George said turning the page.
"I don't think it's so strange," Freddie said, "I like a still picture better than a moving one anyway… And don't move so much. I can't sketch you if you keep moving."
"I didn't know you were drawing me," George said craning his neck to see if he could see the picture.
"You're moving again," Freddie said in a sing-song voice.
George rolled his eyes and stopped trying to see the picture Freddie was drawing. "So, why do you like muggle pictures more?"
"It leaves more to the imagination," Freddie explained, "Muggle pictures capture just one moment in time while a picture taken by a wizard is like a mini-movie on a loop."
Before George could figure out how exactly to word his response Ginny came in. She didn't even bother to knock and for some reason that really annoyed George. It had never bothered him before unless, of course, he was in the middle of planning some new prank with his Fred.
"Mail's here," Ginny said as she tossed a letter to George. It was from Lee. He stuffed the letter into his pocket. He might read it later but it could be ages before he wrote back. After Fred died George had cut off contact with everyone outside his family. He would have avoided his family just like everyone else if he weren't living with them. "You got a letter too," Ginny said handing Freddie a letter.
"Who's it from?" George asked.
"It's from Jacob," Freddie said as she tore the letter open, "How did he even know where to have it sent? And how did he send it? I hope he didn't make Orion do it. Ginny, was the owl that delivered my letter black with three white diamonds across his chest?"
"No," Ginny shook her head, "The owl that delivered it was a plain old barn owl."
"So, what did Jacob say in the letter?" George asked. Okay, he was curious, but there is nothing wrong with being a little curious.
"I'll read it out loud since you obviously can't wait to find out what it says," Freddie said playfully.
Fred,
Where the hell have you been? I've been trying to get a hold of you all week. Are you still staying at the Leaky Cauldron? I hope so. I'm headed there now. I don't think you've heard about this so I'll tell you now…
My Magic Riot is going on tour in Europe! Mom's not exactly too happy about me missing school to go on tour with them but they can't exactly leave me behind. The first show on the tour will be at the Leaky Cauldron. I put a couple tickets for you in the envelope. Bring your friend George. I want to meet your new boy-toy to see if he's good enough for my sister—
Ahh… I wish I could write more but Mel is getting on my case about rehearsing our set. I'll see you in a couple days, hopefully.
xoxo,
Jacob.
P.S.- Ryan and Telle said that if I said that if I got a bad vibe from your new boyfriend I should curse him. I think it's only fair that you warn him to be on his best behavior.
"I don't believe it," Ginny said after Freddie finished reading the letter. It wasn't exactly a secret that Ginny wasn't Freddie's biggest fan, and George was certain the girl was about to go off on Freddie about what her brother had said in the letter about George being Freddie's boyfriend. "You're brother is going on tour with My Magic Riot?"
"Well, yeah," Freddie said as if it wasn't a big deal. George could tell that she also thought Ginny was going to complain about Jacob's use of the word 'boy-toy'. "Jacob is their guitarist. They kind of need him."
"Wait a minute… What do you mean Jacob is their guitarist?" Ginny questioned, "They only have one guitarist and his name is Nox."
"Hun, Nox is just is stage name," Freddie explained, "All the kids in My Magic Riot use them. Mel, the girl Jacob mentioned in his letter, is their vocalist Avis."
"Oh…" Ginny looked embarrassed and George felt a bit sorry for her. It was apparent that Freddie did too because of what she said next.
"You seem to be a fan of theirs… Why don't I ask Jacob if he can get you a couple tickets for you and your boyfriend?" Freddie offered in an attempt to make the girl feel better.
"Could you do that?" Ginny asked excitedly, "That would be so amazing. I'm going to write to Harry about it now." Ginny left the room and headed down the stairs to her own room.
"Can you really get Ginny tickets to the show?" George asked as soon as she was gone. The show was in just a few days and if My Magic Riot was as big as Ginny made them out to be then the show was bound to be sold out.
"Relax," Freddie said as she pulled her wand out of the bag of art supplies that sat beside her. What her wand was doing mixed in with colored pencils and pieces of charcoal, George would never be sure. With a wave of her wand Freddie conjured her patronus. "That's odd…" she said when a cloud of silver smoke settled into the shape of a weasel.
"What's so odd about it?" George asked, "That is your patronus, isn't it?"
"Well, of course it is. I did conjure him after all," Freddie admitted, "It's just odd because the last time I conjured my patronus it was an anteater… Oh well. Stranger things have happened." Freddie shrugged and George watched in a mix between shock and amazement as Freddie instructed her weasel patronus to find her brother and tell him that she needed two more tickets to his show at the Leaky Cauldron. The silver weasel nodded to show that he understood what Freddie wanted him to do before he turned and jumped out of the open window.
"How did you do that?" George asked after the patronus had left. He had thought that only members of the Order of the Phoenix knew how to send messages with their patronuses.
Freddie looked thoughtful for a moment as if trying to remember where she learned how to send a message with her patronus. "I really don't know how I knew how to do that," she admitted after a while, "I guess I just picked it up from somewhere."
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The day of the concert approached quickly. Jacob had come through for his sister and tickets for Ginny and Harry arrived by owl the day before. Ginny was absolutely ecstatic about both going to see My Magic Riot and seeing Harry. The only person that wasn't thrilled with the idea of going to the concert was Mrs. Weasley.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Weasley," Freddie said, "I've been to tons of concerts and nothing bad has ever happened and, on the off chance that something does happen, George, Harry and I will all be there to keep an eye on Ginny. My brother is in the band too, so just don't worry. Everything is going to be fine." Mrs. Weasley didn't look convinced and Freddie didn't have the time to convince her.
There was barely an hour left to get ready and Freddie still hadn't picked out an outfit. Throwing anything on to go see her fashion obsessed brother just wasn't an option. George watched as Freddie went through her entire wardrobe time and time again.
"George… I don't know what to wear," she complained.
"How about the hole-y jeans and the white and red shirt?" George suggested.
Freddie looked at the two articles of clothing together. The white and red shirt George had suggested was actually a white tank top covered with fake blood. "Hmm…" she said thoughtfully, "Very zombie-ish. I like it. Now get out so I can get dressed."
George left the room and went downstairs to where Ginny was waiting with Harry by the fire place. It probably would've been easier for Harry to meet them at the Leaky Cauldron, but it was too late for that now.
When Freddie met them by the chimney Ginny took a pot of floo powder from the mantle. She took a handful for herself and passed it to Harry, who took and handful and passed the pot to George.
"We're using floo powder?" Freddie asked. George didn't miss the nervousness in Freddie's voice.
"It'll be fine, I promise," George said, "Just speak clearly and it will be over before you know it."
Freddie took a handful of floo powder from the pot and George put it back on the mantle. "Fine," she said. Her voice was shaky and George suddenly felt terrible.
George went before Freddie so he'd be there when she came through. He probably should've stayed though as Ginny practically had to push Freddie into the fireplace.
"The Leaky Cauldron!" Freddie shouted before she closed her eyes shut tight and waited for the horrible trip to end.
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So, I was going to include the concert scene and other such stuff in this chapter but I wanted to get it up tonight. Tomorrow my dad has a race so I'll be gone most of the day and since I work on Monday and Tuesday I don't know if I'll able to get the next chapter up until after Wednesday.
Oh, and I'm sorry about any errors I missed. I haven't been sleeping lately and lack of sleep tends to make for very stupid errors.