\\Blinding Love// (Fred Weasley Love Story) 22

When I woke up the next day, I felt groggy. My eyes were puffy and swollen. Had I cried during my sleep?

"You did actually. You were crying a waterfall."

"Sorry."

"Don't worry about it. I only woke up about...oh, ten times."

I rolled my eyes as I went to the bathroom and cleaned up. I put on my training uniform as I headed downstairs for breakfast. Everyone was already up, crowded around Theodore who was reading the paper. I leaned against one of the columns in the dining room with my arms crossed, staring at this view.

"Wow, that bitch Pansy Parkinson said that? I ought to go hex her right now! I know where that pug lives!"

"Hey, I'll come with."

"No guys, lets wait for Ellie so she can take her out first. It's always funny to see Elise make her cry." I cleared my throat and everyone whipped their heads towards the sound.

"OH! Hi Elise." Blaise greeted as everyone went back to their seats.

I nodded to each of them as I grabbed a plate and served myself some sausage, eggs, bacon, toast, and milk. "So, what DID Pug face Pansy say about me in the newspaper?" I raised an eyebrow with a somewhat amused face.

"Come on, we all know you got your powers back. We can feel you in our heads." Adrian stated.

"Yeah but, I'd rather either hear it or read it myself instead of look into your minds. It's exhausting really." I shrugged as I shoved a forkful of eggs into my mouth.

Draco tossed me the paper. "See for yourself."

I put down my fork and read the front page:

Death Eaters Strike Out

"Yesterday at Hogsmeade, around eight in the morning, an attack of Death Eaters killed ten mugglebornes and one witch. The bodies have been identified-" I skimmed this part and found my name. "-the witch being Elise Richards Weasley, daughter of former deceased Death Eaters. Ironic this is that the Death Eaters would go and kill one of their own that they would have known of, seeing that her parents were in league with You-Know-Who. Her husband, Fred Weasley denies that 'she was never in league with You-Know-Who because she was never marked.' Another comment comes from Hermione Granger saying that 'Just because her parents were Death Eaters, doesn't mean that she agreed to what they were doing.' Also, Pansy Parkinson, a girl who was in school with her and shared the same dorm commented 'It's a bit ironic because all of her friends' parents were Death Eaters. Maybe it's a possibility some of them joined up and Elise pissed them off and they got their revenge. No one can deny that that is a possibility.' This is a tragic story of these deaths and that they should be mourned. It must be hard for each family, especially for the Weasley's, seeing as how the mother, Elise Richards, has left behind a young daughter. This just comes to show that You-Know-Who is back and is making it known."

Nothing made me sad but, that comment that Pug face Pansy made pissed me off. I set aflame to the newspaper. All the boys cracked up and the girls snickered. I stood up abruptly.

"That's it. Where does that bitch live? I'm going to kill her myself!"

"OH! I do! Let's go." Cheryl grinned.

"Now now, let's not be hasty. We mustn't spill blood of the pures." Lucious spoke as he entered the dining room.

"She's a MUTT Lucious. Not a pure bred."

Montague and Adrian were still cracking up.

"Maybe so but, you have better things to do."

I pouted as I sat back down.

"I'll take her out for you. What'll it be? Poisonous snake, spider, leech? I'll suck her dry. OH! What if I turn into dragon form and torch her to death?!"

"Caim, you're sounding too excited about this."

"I hate that fat cow. I'll do it. You just say the word."

"No, not now. I'll let you know though."I heard Caim sigh and grumble to himself but I ignored him.

All of these past seven months had been chaos. Going around and killing innocent people, causing havoc and trying to gather all matters of evil were exhausting. Sometimes I would actually catch a glance of Fred or someone from the Order and I just feel a knife slice open my heart and a river of pain flow out of me. I always struggle to keep the tears back and invisible from everyone.

That's when I made up my own spell to disperse of your tears. Amazing right? I've had so much free time that I actually studied how to create your own spell. I also started to make a book of all the spells I had discovered and learned, also made up as well; instructions included and with full length pictures. I would make sure I gave this to my daughter.

Here I sit though, in the library, all alone while others are out doing their dastardly deeds. It wasn't my turn to go out so I was stuck at HQ. There was a squeak of a creaking door and I knew someone was coming in.