I've been away from this story for a really long time... I'm so sorry. I'm going to try and do better. I'm sorry to my readers. I lost my passion for this story for a while. I think I'm finding it slowly.

Marcie didn't sleep very well the next night and before she knew it she found herself in George's bed clinging to his warmth with her remaining sanity. He didn't deny her; in fact, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. That was how they slept for the next couple nights until George's mom caught them one morning:

"George! Wake up! Your father wants you downstairs—, GEORGE!" The two of them bolted upright looking at Molly Weasley who looked flabbergasted as she stood in the doorway. Her lips kept trying to form words, but nothing ever came out.

"Mum—,"

"George, go downstairs." The command was all she could muster and George only nodded before sliding from his bed and leaving. Molly continued to stand there waiting as she heard each creak of the steps until they disappeared. "Marcie, Dear, I invited you into my home; and all I ask is that you follow our rules."

Marcie hung her head twiddling her fingers just beneath the blankets. "I'm sorry Mrs. Weasley."

"Get ready for breakfast Marcie…" Molly said rubbing the bridge of her nose. "I'll see you downstairs." She slid from the doorway and disappeared up more of the stairs to wake more of her children who had been smart enough to move back to their originally assigned rooms in their gender segregated rooms. Of course, the only ones that went to a different room where the ones that weren't actually her children. Marcie had moved to George's room. Hermione left Ginny's room to go to Ron's room. Harry had left Ron's room to go to Ginny's room. Marcie was the only slow one in the bunch that didn't realize that relocating in the morning was wise too.

Marcie slipped from George's bed letting her bare feet hit the floor. Quietly, she slid back to Ginny's room where she pulled on a pair of cut-off jeans to go with the black tank top she was wearing from the night. Ginny tried to ask her what was wrong, but all she did was pull her hair up into a ponytail and leave the room. Downstairs, Harry and Ron also tried to question her. With a defeat clear on her face she turned to them and told them she was going on a run before stepped outside barefoot and taking off.

Thirty minutes later Marcie was lying next to a stream with her hands behind her head facing the sky. The stream moved slowly next to her. The noise was calming and made her relax as she recovered from running in her wolf form for who knows how long. Her muscles pulsed with pain to a point of nausea which she had to close her eyes to.

There was a loud crack in the woods and Marcie sat up quickly looking for any sign of life around her. Marcie slowly shifted into her wolf form stalking away from her spot without making a noise. The only thing that moved were the leaves until George stepped through holding his wand nervously. "Marcie?" He asked waiting to get some sign of consent from the wolf that was most likely to kill him before he could kill it. Marcie reappeared almost instantly from where the wolf had stood and now stood in front of George. He traced her every move. The gracefulness she possessed amazed him as she circled him slowly. "I didn't mean to scare you," was all George could muster.

"It's okay," she muttered before taking her seat next to the stream dipping her feet under its cooling surface. Her body slowly began to relax and she lay back on the ground like she had been earlier. The break in the trees allowed sunlight to drown her in its glare. The blinding effect forced her to close her eyes. She was very aware as she lay there that George hadn't walked away. He came to sit next to her and just watched her as she stayed there in a seemingly comatose form. "George," she muttered though she didn't dare open her eyes. He hummed some kind of notice of his listening for her benefit before she continued: "Have your friends looked up my real name yet?"

"No, not at all. I haven't told them." George looked over at her slightly confused.

"Okay," she sighed and open one eye to look at him. He was blocking the sun for the most part allowing her to open both eyes to really look at him as he sat there quietly. "Your mum probably hates me. I shouldn't have been in your room this morning."

George shrugged looking out at the woods across the stream before looking at her. "You had a bad dream and needed comforting."

"I had that dream three days ago. She's going to think something it going on between me and you."

George's reaction was unexpected as he looked over at her completely angry. "Isn't something going on?" he demanded watching her as the words swam in his ears from what she had just said.

"I told you when I got here that I was just here for Ginny—,"

"Are you kidding me?" Marcie's eyes widened as George began to fume with anger. "You honestly want me to believe that you have no feelings for me whatsoever? Sure, you came because Ginny invited you, but what about right now? You're never with Ginny. She's with Harry and you're with me." What George did next was rash in Marcie's mind; he needed to make a point to her though. He wasn't going to allow her to pretend she didn't care anymore. So he trapped her beneath him, straddling her. "Look me in the eyes right now and tell me you feel absolutely no feelings for me Marcie."

"I have no—,"

"Marcia!" He snapped and she tried to sink away from him just so she wouldn't have to answer. She didn't want to have to do this right now. She wanted break to be over. She wanted to go back to Hogwarts where she could joke around and where no one knew her.

"Please get off of me," Marcie begged as she watched the anger dance in his eyes dangerously. "Please George, please," she began to dissolve into hysterics as if this feeling of being trapped was her biggest fear. It was. She had been through this before and it wasn't her choice then. She wanted the choice now. "George I don't like you!" she looked him in the eyes and finally said it. Her lower lid was brimming with tears but she had said it to him. "Please get off," she said it so quietly as if she no more voice to spare. George fell away from her and she took a deep breath the racked her whole frame.

George stood and began to make his way back into the trees as she just laid there. He left Marcie by the stream and could only make sure she was there by the scream of frustration she let out when he went out of sight. Her walk back later was lonely and filled with the silence of the night. She let herself relish in it though as she went.

Bellatrix Lestrange taunted her as she walked. Her figure would appear behind trees or standing blatantly in her path. "You're going to fall apart one day," Bellatrix laughed, "and I want to be there when it happens." That was only one of things that Bellatrix said to her as she went. "Devote yourself to the Dark Lord, you double-minded twit!" Bellatrix continued to not bother her until her last words before she reached the Burrow. "I told you to pick a side! You can't have both! Now I get to choose for you!" Marcie stopped in her spot falling to the ground as the image of Bellatrix stalked around her cruelly. "You thought you could get away with it. I've told your secrets! Everyone knows! You've lost." Bellatrix twirled her knife back and forth in her hands before securing it in her right hand and leaping at Marcie.

She was going to relive it all. She was going to have to feel the pain and she was going to have to be trapped again, and there was nothing she would be able to do about it.

"Marcie?" The image of Bellatrix vanished and Ginny was standing out in front of her with a confused look. "Are you coming inside for dinner?" Marcie only nodded before she pulled herself up to her feet and followed after Ginny.

This was there goodbye dinner because they would all have to go about with their lives after this. Hermione and Ron had already returned to their jobs post-holidays. Now it was time for everyone else to leave. The meal was filled with laughter and spontaneous conversation that made everyone smile. What was truly amazing was that Marcie was invited by Molly Weasley to come back during the summer so that she would have somewhere to go. Marcie took the offer immediately and smiled to everyone at the table you congratulated her. George didn't say a word. He stayed that way all of dinner. He was even like that when they left the next morning for the train station.

So they went back to school with no problems. Marcie relaxed into her schedule again. She got at least half of the seventh years in trouble, but most of them just laughed about it and told her she did a good job after detention. Very few people tried to play a prank back and it almost never worked. Ginny stayed her best friend through everything, even when she started dating James Tyler.

Their being together wasn't a shock. The shock was how long it lasted. The two of them stayed together until the end of school and farther into summer when Marcie returned to the Weasleys' house. James visited often though he didn't seem very enthusiastic when he came over. He would spend the whole day out in the woods with Marcie though, and she would come back in a bad mood that left her quiet through dinner.

Molly even started to notice bruises on Marcie's arms. "Don't worry about it Mrs. Weasley. It's from climbing trees and stuff like that." Marcie smiled and hugged Mrs. Weasley to thank for caring. Then she disappeared upstairs so that she wouldn't have to be asked more questions.

"George," Mrs. Weasley hissed calling him out of his room. She motioned for him to follow her and he did as he was told following her downstairs. "That boy, James, is coming today. Do you think you could somehow follow them out into the woods and make sure he's not hurting Marcie?"

"Mum, Marcie's a strong girl. If that was happening then she would've broken up with him." George muttered angrily. He didn't want to have to watch after Marcie and her boyfriend. He had actually been avoiding the couple when he came back to visit his parents every other week. Then again, he always wondered what they did while they were out there. So he agreed as if it was a chore and then ran down the stairs to the breakfast table.

Marcie was sitting at the table picking at her food as if it was something that was gross. Molly frowned as this had always been one of her favorite breakfasts. She tore through them and left the plate sparkling by the time it was in the sink. She stood as George sat down and slid her food to him. "I'm not hungry," was all she said before she walked outside to have James appear almost out of nowhere. The two of them walked off with his arm around her possessively until they couldn't be seen behind the trees.

George stood looking at his mom with sad eyes. Then he went out toward the trees as well. He was able to catch up to them while they were fighting in a clearing. "Just come live with me Marcie," James seemed to be calm so the fight really hadn't started yet, but it would soon.

"No James, I'm happy where I'm at." Marcie said looking down at the ground as if she was already in trouble.

"You're here with the Weasleys! The Weasleys!" James walked up to her lifting her chin as if his anger was gone that quickly. "Don't you love me?" His words were soft and kind almost as if she had hurt his feelings.

"I don't want to live with you," Marcie whispered and that's when it all fell apart. James reared back and slapped her as hard as he could. Marcie flinched but she didn't fall. George stepped into the clearing watching in amazement that she had just let that happen.

"Back off Weasley!"

"No," George walked over to Marcie squatting down so that he could see her eyes. "Are you okay?" She nodded slightly and George carefully turned back to James with her behind him.

"This is none of your business!" James bellowed across the clearing.

"It's time for you to get off of our property Ja—,"

"Go back home Weasley!"

"I am home—," George headed toward James but he was being cut off every time he would speak. "You need to—," cut off again. "Get off of my property!" George pulled his wand pressing it against the boy's throat.

"You won't do anything," James smirked as if he knew these people. These people were weak. They wouldn't hurt him.

"You think I'm not afraid to use the spell that killed my brother?" James eyes got big with George's words. Within seconds the boy was gone. As George turned back to Marcie he saw how wide her eyes were. "Let's go back to the house," George muttered as he walked back to her. When he motioned for her to walk she didn't move. "Then stay here," his words were quiet and he walked on back to the house.

"George," Marcie came running up next to him catching his arm, "thank you."

George stopped looking down at the ground before turning to look at her. "Will you stop now Marcie?" She looked confused as to why he was asking this, but deep inside she knew exactly what he meant. "Stop pushing me away Marcie, I'm on your side." Marcie smirked moving closer to him with a smile. She nodded still unable to stop her smile.

Inside she sighed in relief. Maybe she could do this. She could get away with this. Marcie wouldn't have to tear this family apart. She could just be with them. So she allowed herself in the moment to believe that she could get away with everything, that she could escape her past.

So that's that. It's really not much. It gives you a few more clues to what is up with Marcie, but once again there's not much. James Tyler is a filler for this chapter. Like I said: I'm jumping back in.

The next chapter should be better.

Sincerely,

wisegirlindisguise