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Present-Year 5
Scarlet:
"Ron! Hermione!" I exclaimed as I ran to hug my best friends. It was nice seeing them again. The only people I say in this old, creep house, was Dumbledore (only sometimes), the Order Members, Sirius, otherwise known as my father and the portrait of his batty old mother. My father is the so called mass murderer Sirius Black. I found out two years ago that he was my father, and that he was actually innocent. Once he was free, he wanted me and Harry, who was his god son, to live with him. He ended up persuading Nana to let me stay here this summer with him, so he could make up all the time that he had missed.
"Scar! Its so great to see you!" exclaimed Hermione. I could see the rest of the Weasley family along with Dumbledore behind her and Ron. Guess that means that he told them about the Order of the Phoenix. Thank Godric. I don't know if I can keep any more secrets from my best friends anymore.
"Its great to see you too, 'Mione" I said as we hugged. I turned to Ron, who was yet again taller than me.
"Stop growing so much!" I said as I whacked his arm.
"Ow Scar!" he exclaimed as he clutched his arm. Everyone laughed.
"Well I must get going" said Dumbledore , and with that he apparated (AN:Could someone apparate out of the Grimmuald Palace?)
"Scarlet dear, its so nice to see you again" said Mrs. Weasley as she pulled me into a hug. Her husband stood beside her and smiled at me.
"Its nice to see you too, and Mrs. Weasley" I replied with a smile on my face. Behind them I could see Ginny, who smiled brightly at me, and the twins.
Fred and I had a brother-sister relationship. It was George and I that had a weird relationship. At first me and the twins barely knew each other, but then I helped them and Lee Jordon with a prank on Malfoy during my second year for calling Hermione a mudblood. We didn't become friends automatically...more like acquaintances or in my opinion...prank buddies. But last year, when I went to the Yule Ball I ended up dancing with George because my date was a total prat. Not only did I do that, I ended up bursting into tears in front of George Weasley, on the day of Cedric's funeral. He held me as I cried. I revealed to him my biggest fear, in my emotional state. After that incident we ended up owling each other.
"Look who it is Georgie, its Little Red" said Fred as he grinned at me. I groaned. Little Red was their nickname for me, because I was little, and my name was a shade of the color red.
"So this really is the Order of Phoenix?" asked Ron for the millionth time.
"Yes Ron" I said annoyed. Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and I were all in me, Ginny and Hermione's room discussing about what Dumbledore had told us.
"Sorry...its just so bloody cool!" exclaimed Ron. I rolled my eyes.
"Not when your not allowed to tell anybody. Poor Harry, he's going to be out of the loop" I said.
"So this is why you haven't been writing much in your letters, because you weren't allowed to" stated George. Everyone turned to him.
"Have you two been writing to each other this whole summer?" exclaimed Hermione.
"And to think that we never kept secrets! I am hurt George!" said Fred as he pretended to be hurt.
"Guys, it isn't like that!" defended George.
"Uh huh." said Ron sarcastically.
"It really isn't" I tell everybody.
"Even a blind man can see what you two have" adds Hermione. I blushed.
"Shut up!" I yelled, as I hit her with pillow.
"Scar, you've been getting a lot of letters then, huh?" questions Ginny, who grins.
Hermione grins along with her, as I groan.
"What letters?" asks Ron suspiciously.
"Nothing!" I exclaim.
"Oh you know, the ones from a certain Ravenclaw" says Ginny.
"What?" exclaim all the guys in the room. I wince.
Great. Note my sarcasm.
"Don't tell me its Clarke!" says George angrily. Micheal Clarke was the Ravenclaw who I went to the Yule Ball with. We only danced once, and when he when he went to go get some punch, I found him kissing some girl. He ended up sending me a bunch of letters during the summer to apologize.
"Yeah, he's been sending me letters to apologize, which is really stupid because its not like we'll be friends" I explained, because having George mad at me made me uncomfortable for some reason.
Because that's what George Weasley did to me. He made me uncomfortable. Weird. Anxious. And just not me.