Chapter 5: Phlegm

(Bella P.O.V)

The next morning I woke up, due to some sunlight that had escaped through a window. I sat up with a start, not remembering where I was or how I had ended up there. My surroundings reminded me of the previous night, the Weasley's. I was at the Weasley's house. In Fred and George's room, with…

Harry was still sound asleep. He had turned over so that he was on his side, facing towards my bed. I don't think I have ever actually seen him without his glasses. His face was so relaxed and his hair was the messiest I had ever seen it. He had the covers pulled up under his arm, so that he was cuddling them. The sight brought a huge smile to my face.

The clock next to our beds read 7:06 a.m. I let out a sigh and flipped off the covers, immediately my body began to shiver from the cold. I was still on the orphanage schedule. Every morning the older kids had to help with the keep up of the place. At least my body would be on a good schedule for school, but I can't ever go back to sleep once I've already woken up.

I stretched a little, then petted down Tink's head. Like Harry, she was still fast asleep curled up in my bed. Lucky cat.

Well since I'm awake, might as well do something productive. I went over to my trunk and grabbed some workout clothes from my bag, making sure to stay as silent as possible. I thought about just changing in the room, but on the off chance sleeping beauty was going to wake, I decided against it.

I tiptoed into the closest bathroom, changed, brushed my teeth and put my hair up out of my face. I really needed to get a haircut. It must have grown at least 3 inches this summer.

I slipped quietly back into the bedroom and started to put on my running shoes. Before leaving again, I walked over to Harry's bed, smiling at how cute he looked. I gently placed my hand on his forehead pushing his hair back so that I could see the scar on the middle of his forehead. Gingerly, I kissed it. I could have been seeing things, but I could have sworn a small smile played at his lips.

I gave Tink one last pat before heading downstairs. I could hear the banging of pots and pans, and the voice of a disgruntled Mrs. Weasley seeming to be talking to herself. "Rushing into things I swear…. Thought he was smarter than… making me hate the French I tell you what…" When she came into view she was actually scrubbing a dish without magic. By the looks of it she was about to wear a hole into a very nice pot.

I cleared my throat, so that I wouldn't startle her before I spoke. "Good morning Mrs. Weasley," She dropped the pan in the sink and quickly turned around, looking relieved when she saw me. "Oh Bella, good morning dear… I was just cleaning things up. Breakfast will be on soon, but I'll get you a glass of water to start off." She picked up her wand and waved it so that the dishes went back to cleaning themselves. "You're up early aren't you dear?"

I sat down at the table, and Mrs. Weasley set down a glass of water in front of me, and then sat down herself. "I'm afraid my body is still on the orphanage schedule. Can't sleep past 7:30, so I figured I would go for a run and clear my head." I picked up the water and began downing it quickly, not realizing how thirsty I was.

"That sounds nice dear. You are welcome to run anywhere around the yard, but don't go past those big trees on either side. The protection charm reaches until there."

"Yes ma'am, will do!" I said getting up and putting my glass in the sink.

"I'll have breakfast ready when you get back." Mrs. Weasley said getting up to turn her attention back to the sink.

"Sounds perfect Mrs. Weasley," then I walked out the door into the morning air. It was a beautiful day, sunny, with a slight breeze.

As a leaned down to start stretching, I noticed the small broom shed that Dumbledore and Harry had met in last night. Dang it, I meant to ask him about that but I had been so tired. What on earth could they have had to talk about in a broom shed?

I switched legs. Harry had definitely seemed a little troubled when they had finished their chat. Was it about Sirius? My dad? The prophecy?

I reached down to touch the grass and stretch down the middle. And this is exactly why I needed to clear my head. Too much going on in there for my own good.

I put my legs together and stretched down to my toes. Once I could really feel it in the back of my legs I stood up and began moving side to side in order to stretch out my back. Then I took a deep breath and took off jogging around the yard in a feeble attempt to clear my head.

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When I walked back in the house the first thing I realized was that I had been jogging for much longer than I had realized. The clock on the wall was about to hit 9:00. But I did notice my head being much clearer than before.

Mrs. Weasley was standing by the sink once again mumbling to herself. "Can't believe she insists on staying here…. Driving me absolutely mad… Taking it upon herself…" I cleared my throat. This time she didn't turn around.

"Ah, Bella. Finally back I see. I hope you had a good run." The tone of her voice had changed instantly upon addressing me. She walked around to the end of the counter and picked up a plate full of breakfast and sat it down on the table for me, along with another big glass of water. "I'm sure you worked up quite the appetite. The others have already eaten, apart from Harry. I'm sure they have already woken him up, so a tray was sent up to him."

"Bout time that lazy boy woke up, isn't it?" I said winking at her and starting on my eggs. She smiled, "That's nothing. All my boys would sleep until noon if I'd let them. Well apart from Percy. He was always an early riser." She was staring off blankly now. No doubt thinking of her son whom had gone against the family, still yet to return. She seemed to notice she had drifted off. Instantly she snapped back into her previous tone, "Well I'm just going to go check on them upstairs. You are welcome to join us whenever you are through." She began walking up the stairs.

"Will do Mrs. Weasley. And thank you again for everything. You've always been so kind and welcoming to me." A woman like Mrs. Weasley always deserved to be told how much she is appreciated, because without women like her, the world would stop turning.

"You are too sweet my dear. You know that you are practically family to us, and always welcome." She said, looking back at me before starting her climb up the stairs.

Now being alone, I got to focus on my delicious plate or Mrs. Weasley food in front of me. I scarfed it all down rather quickly, and finished off my glass of water. When I was finished, I washed off all of my dishes in the sink and put them in the drying rack.

Then I started off up the stairs, where I could already hear voices sounding from Fred and George's room. I started climbing a little faster, despite the shaking feeling in my legs from my run. After I turned around the first curve in the stairs, I instantly collided with someone. "I'm so sorry-"

The girl standing in front of me was absolutely without a doubt the most beautiful human being I had ever seen. Long blonde hair and a perfectly shaped face, with eyes that were very distracting. She looked a bit offended at being run into, but she quickly switched her face back into a smile. "Oh you must be Bella! Et' is very nice to finally meet you!" Before I could even respond she had grabbed me by the shoulders and began kissing my cheeks. This was all very much for me to handle in the morning.

She let go of me and wiped her hands off on the side of her very perfect dress. "You are very sweaty. Mrs. Weasley told me 'ow you had gone on a run." She must have been expecting me to speak, but I imagine that the look on my face was still slightly shocked. I tried to hide it best I could. "Um yes I did… might I ask who you are?"

The girl laughed a laugh that I had only ever heard on TV. "Your American accent is very funny, no? I 'ave never heard one before." Then she laughed and waved her hand through the air. "'Ow silly of me. My name is Fleur. I'm Bill Weasley's fiancé." She giggled slightly at the last word. "I still 'ave to get used to saying zat."

I'm sure I was still looking at her with an astonishing look on my face. "Well congratulations. That is very exciting."

She giggled again. "Yes it is. With all zat is going on we jus' could not wait. Maybe we will have some other young lovers follow in our footsteps, eh?"

Now I'm sure my face looked shocked. She wasn't actually talking about me and Harry right? Now my face was involuntarily turning red, which only made her giggle again. "Ah young love. I jus' love, love. You and 'Arry are just both so cute." She said, pinching my cheek before continuing down the steps. I half expected there to be flower petals in her wake, but I was gravely disappointed when there were none. I shook my head clear, and began climbing the steps again.

At the top of the steps I was met again with a very disgruntled Mrs. Weasley. Now at least I understood who all the mumbling was about. "Well I imagine you met Fleur. Lovely isn't she." The way she said it made it sound like Mrs. Weasley thought Fleur was anything but lovely. "Oh she is something alright…" I responded as Mrs. Weasley continued down the steps, shaking her head.

Well I take it this wedding was a bit of a controversy. I began approaching Fred and George's room, which apparently was filled with a riveting discussion of Fleur.

"Doesn't it get easier with her being around all the time?" Harry's voice came. "Yeah, but not when she jumps out at you like that." Ron sounded very dazed.

"It's pathetic!" Hermione interjected. "What's pathetic?" I asked, coming in through the door frame.

"Bella!" Hermione jumped up from the bed and pulled me into a huge hug, before quickly releasing me. "You're damp."

I laughed, "Yeah so I've been told." I walked around and sat down next to Ginny on my bed, giving her leg a squeeze in greeting.

I looked over to see Harry staring at me again. His face was slightly pink, but not nearly as red as Ron's, "Morning sleeping beauty." I said squeezing up my face at him. Then I turned to Ron, "Ron I think you've changed complexion since the last time I saw you. Has your hair always been the same color as your face?"

Ginny snorted, "Only since Phlegm has been living with us. He can't get enough of her."

"Oh come off it!" He said sitting down on Harry's bed criss-crossing his legs. "Give her a break, will you."

"No I will not. She is driving me absolutely mental. I don't know what Bill is thinking. I just hope Mom can put a stop to it." Ginny responded.

"Mom isn't trying to stop the wedding, Ginny." Ron looked a bit worried. "Oh yes she is. I think that's why she is having Tonks around so much. She's hoping Bill will fall for her. I would much rather have Tonks in the family."

"She would be a lot smarter. She is an Aurar after all." Hermione added. "In her defense, Fleur did make it into the Tri-Wizard tournament. She can't be-"

Ginny cut Harry off, "Yes, yes and we are all very impressed every time she brings it up. Although she fails to mention that she nearly failed the first task, would have completely failed the second if you hadn't practically done if for her, and she gave up on the third." She looked at him with an 'bring it on' look on her face.

So Fleur had been in the tri-wizard tournament, and Harry had helped her with one of her tasks. I didn't really know how that made me feel exactly.

Ginny continued, "Just because you like the way she says 'Arry' doesn't mean that-"This time he cut her off, "I was just saying Ginny, there must be a reason Bill likes her so much or he wouldn't be marrying her. Cut her some slack."

"Yeah, yeah. Easy for you to say. You've only been here a day."

"I've been here just as long as you have and I don't have a problem with her." Ron said, still sounding slightly dazed. Ginny snorted again, "Oh I think you have a major problem with her, just a totally different kind."

Ron was about to say something else, but his mom yelled Ginny's name from down the stairs. Ginny rolled her eyes. "She just doesn't want to be alone with Phlegm." She promptly got up anyway exiting the door as if she were a Ballerina, causing Hermione, Harry, and I to laugh.

"So where were you off to this morning, Bella?" Ron asked, I'm assuming to get the focus off Phlegm so that he could get his heart rate back to normal. "A run around the burrow. Trying to get in tip-top shape for Quiddich."

"Oh come off it. You are one of the best flyers and your boyfriend is the captain. You're going to make the team."

I reached down to take off my running shoes and Harry interjected, "Hey now. I don't pick favorites," I looked at him sternly, "But of course if I did you would be my favorite, Love." I looked back down, "Uh huh that's what I thought Potter."

Ron chuckled, "I still can't believe mum put you two love birds in a room together." I looked up to find that it was apparently Harry's turn to get red in the face, "Harry and I are perfectly well behaved, Ronald. Well most of the time at least." I gave Harry a wink which made him laugh.

"Yeah, yeah sure you are." Ron said shaking his head. "Not that your love life isn't very interesting, but can we please talk about what happened yesterday with Dumbledore."

"There really isn't much to tell," Harry started; I got up and walked over to my trunk, leaning down to dig through it. "Well why don't you tell them our very invigorating story while I go change."

"Harry… Harry…" I heard Ron shove him, "Yes your girlfriend is pretty, but you can stare at her any other time you like."

"Oh yeah uh sorry," he started sounding embarrassed, "Let's see," I then walked out of the room with a huge smirk on my face. I washed myself off quickly, took my hair down, and changed, wanting to return to the conversation.

I entered the room to find Ron smirking at me, "Tossed your cookies apparating did you?" My mouth fell open instantly offended.

I threw my clothes down and walked over to give Harry a shove. "Harry Potter why did you tell them that?!"

He immediately started laughing, obviously thinking angry me was adorable. "Sorry, Love, it just kind of came out when I was telling the story."

"Yeah well something else is about to come out…" I mumbled to myself sitting down by Hermione who seemed to be really trying not to laugh. "Don't feel bad Bella. I'm sure it happens all the time." She gave me a pat on the leg.

"Although I'm very happy about that little tid-bit of the story, I must say I'm a little disappointed. I thought maybe it had something to do with the prophecy- ow!" Hermione had kicked Ron's shin that was dangling from the bed opposite of her.

"Ron, you know the prophecy is broke. We probably won't ever-"

"Actually," Harry said, cutting Hermione off. "It turns out that the person the Prophecy was made to was Dumbledore. He knows what it says. I heard it for myself in his office." I sat up straighter. Why had he not already told us this?

Ron spoke, "Really? Well I mean we all know what the prophet is saying. That you're the chosen-"

"Yeah that I'm the chosen one. Well it turns out that the prophet got something right finally." He glanced at each of us quickly, trying to see how we were taking it, "At least, the Prophecy said that 'neither can live while the other survives.'"

All of us gasped, before a huge bang sounded. Then the room quickly filled with a screen of black smoke.


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