Author's Note
Thank you to anyone who left a review for the first chapter. I had both of these already written and just decided to post them sort of back to back. The next one may be a couple of days before it's posted. So leave some lovely reviews and I'll give you a cookie! Or a cute little Harry plushie! Your choice!
Disclaimer- The only character I own is Gwen.
When Guinevere, who insisted they simply call her Gwen, had calmed down, she was able to tell them what had happened.
"I had come home for the summer and we were outside, in the gardens, when they attacked. I guess they had learned how much my parents knew about them, did you know they had been researching Voldemort's psychology and eventually how to defeat him?" Gwen asked, with a trace of her French accent.
Arthur nodded knowingly, and Bill and Fleur exchanged a glance.
"They attacked us there, I had enough time to escape. I hid close enough that I could hear them scream." She broke down again, this time Fleur pulled her close, trying to comfort her.
"After they were gone, I went back into the house, even with the Dark Mark there. I grabbed as much as I could, and then ran to the only place I could think of as safe anymore. Here."
Molly gave her a small smile. "We'll take care of you here dear. Ginny? Can she stay with you and Hermione?"
Ginny and Hermione both nodded.
"Take her up to your room then, the two of you, and let her get settled in. I've still got to decorate the wedding cake yet." Molly bustled off into the kitchen.
"Wedding cake?" Gwen asked. "Who's getting married?"
"Oh Gwen! You hadn't heard? Bill and I are!" Fleur clapped her hands together and smiled at Bill.
"Fleur that's wonderful! Congratulations!" Gwen laughed and hugged her old friend.
Bill spoke suddenly, "Fleur, do you think she'd be able to replace Marion? Since the wedding is tomorrow-"
"What a wonderful idea! Gwen you can take Marion's place as one of my bridesmaids! She had to cancel at the last minute, her family was also in danger you see."
"I'd be glad to." Gwen answered, smiling.
After she was settled into her room, Gwen, Ginny and Hermione were finally able to talk together.
"I'm so glad you're okay Gwen, I can't imagine what it must have been like." Ginny told her.
"I really don't want to talk about it anymore. It's….a horrible topic for me right now. But thanks Ginny."
Ginny smiled weakly. "I'm sorry."
"No, it's alright. You just want to make sure I'm okay, and I appreciate it." Gwen said, returning her smile.
Hermione was sitting across from them, deep in concentration. "Guinevere, Guinevere…where do I know that name from?"
"My mother and father named me after the wife of King Arthur, Guinevere. Who also had an affair with Sir Lancelot. They thought it all very romantic. Though my mom always told me that if I ever found my King Arthur I wasn't to go running off with Sir Lancelots, unless of course it was absolutely necessary." Gwen explained, giggling.
"Of course! Guinevere! No wonder that name rung a bell!" Hermione exclaimed.
They were suddenly interrupted by a dark colored owl, who perched himself on the window ledge and was no watching them impatiently.
"Oh! It's from Professor McGonagall!" Hermione reached over and took the letter, quickly unfolding it.
"It says here that she has received word from the Ministry about Snape and Draco Malfoy. That both had fled to safety and turned themselves in, pledging their total allegiance to our cause! And that they are both currently in hiding and should be contacting the Order shortly!"
"What?!" Ginny exclaimed, grabbing the letter from her. She read it over herself.
"It's true, she says she's already contacted Lupin about the details and Mad Eye and Tonks should also be receiving letters soon."
Gwen looked shaken.
"Gwen? What's wrong?" Ginny looked worried.
"Nothing, I just….I need to send an owl to this Professor McGongall of yours. That boy, earlier who was downstairs with us, the one with the glasses and the messy hair, was that…Harry Potter?"
Hermione and Ginny both nodded.
Gwen took a deep breath. "I need to go get some air."