Chapter : Second Year

I sat in the Gryffindor common room, not wanting to go back to mine. Especially since Fred and George were worried about me. Hell, I was worried about me. For the first time since I'd been at Hogwarts, I wasn't okay with me being muggle born.

I sighed, looking around me. All the Gryffindors were in the common room, and none of them were surprised by the fact that I was sandwiched between the twins. I looked around, searching for the other red heads. And found none. I stood up, searching even harder. I couldn't find Ron, Ginny, or even Harry. I turned and ran up the stairs to the girls room, throwing open all the doors but all of them were empty. I ran back down the stairs to see George and Fred looking curiously at me. I ignored them, racing up the stairs to the boys dormitories, but none of them were there. I ran back down the stairs, tears in my eyes.

"They're gone," I whispered.

"Who?" the twins asked simultaneously.

"Ron and Harry, and Ginny. What…do you think something happened to them?" I asked, feeling a panic raise in my chest.

"Na, they'll be fine," Fred said in a I'm-trying-for-not-worried-but-I'm-failing-miserably voice.

"I mean, Ron and Ginny are Weasley's," George said, his voice only a little better than Fred's. I felt like crying. I just had this horrible feeling that they were in trouble. And it's not like they could be anywhere else. They weren't like me, were a different house had taken me in like one of there own. And everyone was suppose to be in their respective house. I started to pace, while the twins just watched. I needed to do something to get my mind off of my fears.

Hours later, people were heading to bed, except Fred, George, Percy and me. We were all worried, but the common room was silent except for the merry crackling of the fire. Percy was sitting in the recliner, head in his hands. I sitting on the couch between Fred and George, leaning against George with his arm around my shoulder. Fred was holding my hand, trying to comfort me. I was so worried I felt a churning in my stomach. I was so tired, but I couldn't fall asleep. Not with my friends in danger.

"Jaxon, get some rest," George said softly when my head had drooped to his shoulder and I had jerked back awake.

"I can't," I whispered back, not wanting to break the tense silence. George brought his hand up to the side of my head, gently pushing my head to his shoulder.

"Sleep. I wake you up if anything happens." He said softly.

"Promise?"

"Promise." He replied, giving me a tired smile. I stared at him a moment longer before letting my eyes slid shut. I listened to the crackling fire, feeling comfortable with my head on George's shoulder. I slid into unconsciousness a few moments later.


I stared at Ginny, not sure if I wanted to hug her or shake her. She had almost died because she wrote in a friggin diary. I watched as tears filled her eyes as Ron told Percy, the twins, and I what had happen and how she ended up in the Chamber of Secrets.

As Ron got to the part where Harry had killed the basilisk with a sword, I was once again unsure if I should shake him for his stupidity or hug him for saving Ginny. Maybe both, I decided. That boy was fastly developing a hero complex.

After the whole Chamber of Secrets fiasco, and the exams were canceled (Yay!) I was finally on the way home. I was going to see my mother. I couldn't wait to see her. She hadn't mentioned feeling sicker in any of her letters, but I still couldn't help but worry about her. She'd been so sick the last time I'd seen her.

"Oi!" George said, waving his hand in front of my face. I jerked back in surprise.

"What?" I said, irritated that he had scared me.

"He's been trying to get your attention for the last minute," Fred said dryly.

"What's on your mind?" George asked, looking concerned.

"Ah, nothing. What's up?" They both gave me dubious looks but they let it drop.

"Do you wanna come over to our house this summer?" George asked.

"I would like to, but I'm not sure if I can…" I trailed off, not sure if my mother was feeling okay or not.

"Why not?" Fred asked.

"I'll owl you with an answer when I get home," I said, avoiding his question all together. I turned to look out the window. I could feel them staring at me but just ignored it. I didn't really want to explain my sick mum. I asked her in my letters ever time if she was feeling better and she would always say she was doing okay, but she never told me she was better. And frankly, I was afraid to ask what was wrong. She was the only family I had left anymore.

We soon arrived at the train station and I looked around for my mom, but I couldn't find her. I hugged the Weasley good bye, along with Harry and Hermione before walking through the platform to see if my mum was late or hadn't wanted to go through the platform. I looked around and found an older short man with black hair standing nearby waving a sign with my name on it at people passing by. I walked up to him.

"Hello?" I said hesitantly.

"'Ello. You Ms. Green?" he asked with a really stronger accent.

"Um, yes, who are you?"

"Names Jim. Your mum was feelin' a bit under the weather. She 'ad me come an pick you up. I'm from a taxi service." He said, smiling at me with crooked teeth. I was a bit hesitant about going with him because he was a stranger, but he seemed nice enough and I could always just spell him if he tried something.

As he politely put my luggage in the trunk, I could help but feel as though I wouldn't be going anywhere this summer.


Sorry this chapter was sort of short. And I know I'm making the years kinda fly by, but I do have a plan. But thanks for sticking with me and this fic. And I do so love reviews *hint hint, nudge nudge*