(on 8-29-09) I kind of re-read this and tweaked it a bit this summer, so I think it's a bit better than it was last year when I first put this story up! I hope you all love it! If you do, I have another HP/Twilight fic called "Worry". The title will probably change, but I think it's pretty good so far, and it hasnt been done very often (or at all). Check it out on my profile! Anyway, i hope you like this.
DISCLAIMER FOR THE WHOLE STORY: I DONT OWN TWILIGHT, I DONT OWN HARRY POTTER, AND YOU KNOW THAT.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1
"Hello! Anyone in?" I call as I walk through the door of the Weasley home.
Skeeter, my small black and white Saw-Whet owl, peeps in his cage. I put my finger to my lips, and he grows quiet, watching me with his huge yellow-orange eyes.
"Bella!" not two, but one, male voice calls from up the stairs, and my vision blurs. Not once has a day gone by that I haven't thought about the family and friends Harry, my brother, and I lost last year. For me, the loss of Remus and Fred hurt the most. Fred and I were very close, and Remus was my god father. Like Harry with Sirius, I was crushed when I heard of my godfather's death.
Shaking my mind of such thoughts, I drop my bags at the door and run up the stairs. George is standing at the top, on the second landing of three. He has grown his hair out, the mop of orangy-red covering his missing ear. I fall into his arms, one or two tears leaking onto his shirt. I sniffle, and look up at him.
For the past few months, I've been off on my own, traveling. I had needed time to—to recover. I only am back because of Mrs. Weasley's pleas for me to return to Hogwarts with Ginny.
I wipe my eyes and sniffle again, cracking a small smile. George returns it, with a smile of his own, one laced with pain and guilt. I wonder if my own smile looks like that.
"You okay?" he asks, although I'm pretty sure I'm the one who should be asking that.
I nod, and he gives my upper arms a squeeze, scrutinizing my appearance. I am said to look almost exactly like my mother did when she was my age. My hair is shiny and red, waving halfway down my back. I have relatively fair skin, and, from the pictures, Lily did too. I also inherited her green eyes. But, unlike her, I have freckles scattered across my cheekbones and nose. I'm wearing a loose yellow dress that reaches mid-thigh with a large brown belt. My hair is pulled into two braids, one on each side, and I have a dark brown head band in. I have a pair of dark green trainers on as well. I also have one other mark, one other thing that Harry and I share—a lightning bolt on my forehead. But, Harry's no longer burns, as the burning was the piece of Voldemort's soul trying to leave his body through the wound it entered to rejoin the master soul. And, while mine never used to burn, as I was not one of the Horocrux, it had begun to over the months I was away. But that is not something I will tell, as it would be horrid for me to ruin Harry's period of happiness—the first in a while.
"Where're Ginny and Ron?" I ask quietly, my throat closing up momentarily as I think of how there should be another name in that sentence. Fred's.
"Ron and Hermione took Teddy out for a stroll," he says. Teddy is Remus—my godfather—and Tonks's son. He turns two soon. "And Ginny and Harry are upstairs."
"Snogging," we both add in unison. I burst out laughing unwilling, and George soon follows. We still are laughing when Ginny and Harry come down the stairs, looking slightly disheveled. George and I look at them, then at each other. We repeat this two or three more times before falling into another fit off laughter.
"What?" Harry asks, and I actually realize that he's there. I instantly stop laughing and throw my arms around him.
I miss you, I think, and this could not be any truer. My brother is the most important person to me, and always had been. He has been the person I've looked up to for as long as I can remember. Harry was always the best brother I could wish for, having always been there for me when we were living with the Dursleys, and still there for me now. But I can't say it aloud, how much I missed him, so I just settle for hugging him tightly, and he chuckles.
"I missed you, Bellatrix," he whispers, his arms snaking around my waist and pulling me closer. Harry's the only person who I allow to call me Bellatrix. I cannot believe that my parents actually had the audacity to give their daughter the name of one of the most horrifying—and mentally unbalanced—Death Eater of all time. And I cannot imagine the pain it causes Harry when he thinks of my name, because the other woman with it killed his only relative aside from me.
"Bloody hell!" I hear a voice that clearly belongs to Ronald Weasley call from downstairs. A door closes. "Hermione! Change his nappy!"
"For god's sake, Ron!" Hermione exclaims, undoubtedly exasperated.
I squeeze Harry one more time before pulling away and tearing down the staircase.
Ron and Hermione are standing near Skeeter's cage. Ron is holding Teddy, who is struggling, red faced, to get out of his hold.
I laugh, and Hermione notices me standing there. She stares for a moment in surprise before throwing her arms around me. "Bella! I missed you!" she yells. "How was it? Where did you go?"
I shake off the questions, turning to Ron. Teddy is reaching in my direction. "Down," he orders Ron, and when Ron complies, Teddy hurries to stumble in my direction. I push his blonde hair, exactly like his father's, from his hazel eyes. He seems to have more freckles than he did last time I saw him.
"I missed you, Teddy Bear," I whisper into his hair, squeezing him tight.
"Mummy!" he yells, planting a big, wet kiss in the corner of my mouth. I laugh, but it sounds wrong to my ears.
Ever since Remus and Tonks' death, Teddy has been in the care of Mrs. Weasley, who seems glad for the distraction.
After changing Teddy's diaper and putting him down for a nap, I find myself curled up into Harry's side in the Weasley's welcoming living room.
I tell them where I went—France, Ireland, Greece, Italy, and even America. All by broom as well, which saved me from the horrors of flight fares. I don't tell them what it is that I did, as I am not quite sure I did much of anything. Aside from crying, contemplating suicide, and flying over the places I listed—no, not much of anything at all.
And, thank the lord, they don't ask.
"You all right?" Harry inquires, shaking me from my thoughts, for which I silently thank him. He rubs my arm.
"Where's Mrs. Weasley?" I ask, ignoring his question. It's not as if he doesn't know the answer.
George shrugs. "Out."
I roll my eyes, but my heart isn't in it. "I'm going to bed," I say, giving Harry one last squeeze.
"What?" Harry asks, looking worried. "It's not even five o'clock! And you haven't had supper!" For some reason, I don't think he'd take it well if I told him I haven't been eating supper for a while. A sinister laugh sounds in the back of my mind, causing gooseflesh to spread across my arms, my legs.
I shake it off, and head upstairs, ignoring Harry's calls behind me.
When I reach George and—mine and George's room, I hurry to change into pyjamas. Pyjamas that had once been tight on me, but now are much too large. I crawl under the covers of the bed next to the window—Fred's bed—pulling them tightly around me.
It's at times like this, when I'm lying under the covers, or just sitting down on a log in the middle of southern France, that I can't help but think about how it should—could—have been me. How I would give my life in a second for Remus and Tonks to be there for Teddy. What I wouldn't give for it to have been me lying on the ground in the great hall when Harry had entered to see, green eyes unseeing and without light and Fred, Remus, and Tonks relatively unharmed.
It should be like that. I truly think it should.
And maybe I will never be okay. But I've got to act like I am, for Mum and Dad's sake. For Remus, the best godfather I could wish for. And for Harry, the only person who would understand—which is exactly why I can't let him see.
I hope you liked it! Once again, if you did, check out "Worry". It's different, but pretty good. REVIEW, PLEASE! :D