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Chapter Nine; May I Kiss You?

"Fred, don't hit me." The little four year old George said to his brother.

"I'm not the one hitting you; it's these stupid tree branches." Fred responded as they continued to walk through the forest.

"Tell me why we are doing this again." George demanded from his brother as he ducked away from another branch.

"We are getting pretty flowers for that girl, who's coming to spend the day with us." Fred told him. "And mum said that we had to make her feel welcome..."

"And every time that dad knows that mum is mad at him, he gives her flowers." George continued.

"And then mum is happy again." Fred said happily. "So that is a way."

"But why do we have to go to that old lady to get some? Those we have at home are fine." George asked.

"Well, the old lady has nicer flowers than we have." Fred answered him and took another look at the bouquet they had torn out of the old lady's garden, hoping that she won't miss them. Besides, muggle roses looked more precious and beautiful than those that grew at home.

"But why get through all of this trouble to get flowers for a girl, they're yucky." George wrinkled his nose.

To get even for all those branches George had gotten in his face as they walked through the forest, he pushed Fred on his back and pushed him over the brook at the forest side of the house. Fred slipped and one of his boots ended up in the middle of the brook in the water.

"That was mean." Fred said, but couldn't help but smile.

"I know, why did you think that I did it?" George responded smiling, and stuck out his tongue at his twin and raced before him to the kitchen door. He still smiled when he watched his brother getting up from the brook.

And still smiling he stepped into the kitchen and saw a girl in his age stand in the middle of the kitchen holding his nine month old sister in her arms, carefully watched by his parents and a man who supposedly was this girl's father.

George took his time to look at this girl, his comment about how yucky girls were earlier disappeared from his mind. The girl was nothing like all those other girls he had ever met; this one was actually pretty in her blue dress and matching shoes. Her pretty blond hair was put up in a ponytail, but there still were some streaks falling into her eyes, she smiled as she looked on the little girl in her arms and noticed that George was looking at her, because she looked up at him, who slightly blushed.

But out of sudden her smile faded and her eyes gave away the expression of a very deep confusion. "Daddy?" She looked over at her dad, who was speaking with Mr. Weasley. "I think that there is something wrong with my eyes?" She asked him but didn't take her eyes of George, who now noticed that Fred had shown up next to him, holding the flowers behind his back.

"Oh-no, don't worry." George hurried to say. "It's not your eyes fault that Fred looks like me." He assured her.

"They're twins sweetheart." Her dad said to her.

"But they look more alike than the Petrelli twins." She continued confused, still not taking her eyes of the twins.

"Well, you see, there are two different kinds of twins. Those that don't look exactly like each other and those who do." Her dad answered.

"Look like you?" Fred turned toward George. "I don't look like you; you are the one that look like me."

"Sure." George answered and grabbed the bouquet from Fred and walked up to the girl and gave it to her. "Here, I got you some flowers." He said with a big smile and held forward the flowers to her.

"Thank you..." She answered and fished for his name.

"George." He answered.

"I'm Alicia." She responded, but sneezed when she leaned forward to smell the flowers.

"Why don't I take Ginny from you, so that you can go and play with Fred and George?" Mrs. Weasley said and took Ginny from Alicia. "Where did you get those flowers from?" She asked George suspiciously.

"Nowhere." George answered quickly to his mum, too quick to get away with lame excuse.

When Alicia woke up again, she was laying on a bed up in a separate room at the burrow. She was alone; her clothes had been changed from her shredded dress to a pair of soft sweat pants and a casual T-shirt. She didn't immediately realize that she was at the burrow, she sat up in the bed but her body hurt, so she just lay back down in the bed again.

The door opened and in came Mrs. Weasley. "Oh, you are awake." She said with a motherly smile that Alicia had never received before, and everything came back to her. The wedding... Kingsley's lynx patronus... Rabastan, killing him with the same curse that was the reason that George didn't have an ear... and then returning to the burrow, telling the Death Eaters not to come back.

At the reminder of the poisonous knife that Rabastan had her hand quickly fell down over her stomach and the bandage over the wound.

"Don't worry about the poison." Mrs. Weasley said. "It's just lucky for you that Remus recognized the poison before it was too late." She told Alicia. "You gave all of us quite the scare, thought that we lost you for some time."

"How long have I been out?" Alicia asked, but her voice made it only a whisper.

"Don't worry about your voice. Remus said it's only a side effect of the poison, it should return fully in a day or two." Mrs. Weasley avoided the actual question.

"How long have I been out?" She asked again, with a more demanding tone.

"Eleven days." Mrs. Weasley answered her. "I'll go tell the others that you're awake." She said and put down the tray. "George?" She turned toward a big pile of clothes that covered the sitting space on a chair in the corner of the room.

Alicia wondered to herself if the old woman had become senile, George wasn't in that chair; it was just a pile of old clothes.

"George!" Mrs. Weasley said again to the chair and kicked it with her foot.

"What?" the figure of George woke up on the chair, evidentially, George had been sleeping on the chair with his face away from Alicia, covered in a blanket. "I'm awake." He yawned and looked around, when he saw that Alicia was awake; he got a smile on his face. "You're awake." He said softly.

But Alicia, that clearly remembered the fight she had with George, didn't smile.

George who seemed to notice that Alicia was having their last encounter in mind said: "I'm sorry. I was being immature."

"Don't worry." She said, but her voice was still a loud whisper. "Don't worry." She repeated. She closed her eyes and felt so comfortable.

"Heard the news." Fred appeared in the door opening, smiling. "How are you?"

"Good." She said. "Never been better." She tried to sit up.

"Don't try, Mum will kill you." Fred said, but his face was still looking friendly. "Maybe now we'll be able to get George out of this room." He joked.

"Fred." George said and looked at his brother, and got up from that chair and help Alicia stand up.

"Hey, don't even try to stand up." A male voice appeared in the door opening next to Fred. "You'll need all the rest you can get to get better." Alicia looked up and saw Kingsley.

What Alicia didn't know was that Kingsley had been checking in on her about a dozen times a day to see how she was doing. He had grown to care for her over the years. Maybe it was because Kingsley's sister Kendra had often been babysitting Alicia and her sister when they were small, or maybe it was because when Alicia was small she had asked if Kingsley and his sister was brown because their mum was addicted to Brownies.

So he couldn't help but see that little girl when he looked at her, a little five year old who loved to ask stupid and kinda weird questions to people. She had once asked Mad-Eye if he really was insane or just acted insane so that people would respect him and never say anything against him.

"I can't get any better if I just lie down." She protested, but her feet hurt so she just sat down again, dragging George with her so that he sat down beside her. "My feet." She moaned. "They hurt so much." She looked down at her feet, but instead of seeing her feet, she noticed the clothes she was wearing. "Puddlemere?" She asked, looking up at Fred.

"Yes, it was the only comfortable clothes that you had in your wardrobe." Fred answered.

"You have been going through my wardrobe?" She looked up at George.

"Yes." George answered. "We found a lot of Puddlemere United clothes there; I didn't know that you supported them."

"Oliver gave me the whole set of Clothes and stuff for my birthday." She explained. "I don't really support them; I just say that to keep him happy."

"Kingsley's right you know." George told her. "You need to rest if you want to get better... So can everybody get out?!" He looked up at the people that had appeared in the door opening. "She'll tell you what happened when she feel better." He continued in an almost demanding tone and they disappeared, closing the door behind them.

"Thank you." Alicia said to George and lay down in the bed again.

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

"Starving." She answered.

"I'll go down and get you something to eat." He gave her a smile and disappeared out of the room.

She breathed out and looked up at the sealing. She was happy to be alive, more than happy actually. She looked down on her stomach and rolled up the shirt so that she could see the bandage over the cut. She put her hand over it, it still hurt. She wondered if it was going to leave a scar. Probably. She closed her eyes for a moment, but had to open them up again to make sure she was still there. The visions of that night haunted her, she had killed somebody. She knew that she shouldn't feel like this but she did.

When George came back into the room she quickly rolled down her shirt and put the cover over her. "Thank you." She said and sat up to eat. "How long do you think I'll have to stay in bed?" He asked as he sat down next to her.

"A couple of days at least." He answered. "But you never know with mum, maybe she'll want to keep you in bed for the next month."

"Tell me." She said when she swallowed. "How's the situation, what happened at the wedding, how bad is our situation?"

"The wedding attack wasn't so bad like you could have thought, no deaths, on both sides." George told her, slightly disappointed that they hadn't put down some Death Eaters. "They were just looking for Harry. They went to all those places where we had the safe houses. Burned down Dedalus Diggles house, but he wasn't there.

"The whole taking over the ministry was pretty quiet; I don't think that so many people notice that they took over it at first, but now is it more apparent, they have started a Muggle-Born Registration Commission. Going out with that every Muggle-born Witch and Wizard has stolen their magic."

"That's horrible." She answered. "But who is the new minister?"

"Pius Thickness, under the imperious curse." He answered.

"What about Harry, They didn't find him did he?"

"No, he, Ron and Hermione disapparated when the attack started, the Death Eaters found the ghoul, who I, Fred and Dad made look like Ron with Splattergroit, so they bought it." He explained to her. "We have no idea where they are, but hopefully they are safe."

"How about work?" She asked. "Percy's working in the minister's office himself, how is he doing?"

"Well... As far as I know, Percy still has his job, as do dad and everybody else. But... They closed down our Shop, Fred and mine's."

"Why?"

"We're selling inappropriate items. But be happy that that's all that they did."

"How about Hogwarts, they closing it down or keeping it open?" She put away the empty tray. "With the power of the ministry can they force every magical child to go to Hogwarts and in that way can they keep an eye on their education and make sure that they become evil, they can brainwash to kill muggles and..." She had to stop talking because her voice had disappeared completely, she coughed. "I'm sorry." She mouthed to George and drank some water.

"I don't know what they are planning for Hogwarts." George told her. "Alicia, I..." He started but got interrupted by a knock at the door, it opened and Tonks was looking in.

"Hey." She said and came in, closing the door behind her. "Thank goodness that you are awake." She smiled but Alicia couldn't see any happiness in her eyes.

"Tonks, what happened?" Alicia asked worried.

"Nothing that you should be bothered with." Tonks said and sat down on the other side of her. "How are you feeling? I came here as soon as I heard."

Alicia couldn't help but feel that Tonks was sad over something. "What... Happened?" She said in a demanding whisper.

The smile on Tonks face disappeared and she bit her lip, not sure how to tell her. But Alicia seemed to have read her mind. "You're Pregnant." Alicia said and everything fell into its place. She understood why Tonks had been so... shining with happiness before, and why she hadn't wanted to apparate to the wedding and Harry's birthday party. Alicia had once read a magazine about that you could tell that somebody was Pregnant by just looking at them; she didn't believe it then, but now... But the question still was why she was so sad, she looked like she was grieving for something.

"Yes." She answered. "Yes I am."

"Why are you so sad? You're going have a baby, you should be happy." Alicia answered. But this time didn't Tonks have to say anything either. "He's not happy is he, because he's a werewolf is it? He thinks that it will affect the baby in some way?"

"No." Tonks lied and shook her head. "We have just taken some time apart to consider the situation, get a clear head before the baby comes."

"Don't lie!" Alicia said in the most serious tone she could get her voice into.

"I'll go down into the kitchen, so that you two can talk." George said and took the tray before walking out of the room.

"Please, don't lie to me Tonks." Alicia pleaded to know the truth.

"Yes." Tonks looked down on her knee. "Yes he left. He thinks that it was a mistake to be with me, to love me and get married to me." Tonks confessed. "But you shouldn't worry about it; he'll come back and we'll work it out somehow." That was one of the things about Tonks that always annoyed Alicia, Tonks never wanted to show or talk about her emotions, she bottled them up inside, kept them hidden from the world around her.


Later that day when Alicia finally was alone, she found herself staring into the wall, her mind being completely empty. She couldn't think of anything. She hadn't left the room the whole day, except from going to the bathroom.

It bothered her that nobody asked her what had happened. But that was probably because they wanted to give her some time before making her go through the whole experience again, or simply it was because she couldn't talk so much. She had to eat a potion-medication three times a day to keep herself healthy. Mrs. Weasley added it into some tea or water to make sure that she didn't vomit because of the god-awful taste.

George knocked on her door and came in with her dinner, she took it and he sat down in his chair, continuing to read the book he had been reading during her comatose state. He hadn't said anything but she knew that he had been staying in the room as much as possibly to make sure that he was there when she woke up or if something happened.

Eleven days, that was such a long time. She couldn't believe that she had lost eleven days of her life. She continued to eat in silence. It was like Fred had said earlier; it was very unusual for Alicia to keep quiet for such a long time. That was pretty true, Alicia had always been very much of a verbal person, but not when it came to her own life, she didn't like to talk about her family.

She then came to think of Angelina. The two of them were pretty good friends during their third to fifth year, but Angelina found out that Alicia came from Little Lake, a small village where the rich wizarding families came from. She had grown up there, she did come from a rich family and Angelina was disappointed that Alicia had simply forgotten to mention that to her best friend that she came from an upper-class Wizarding family.

Her dad was a pure-blood and had inherited the house from his parents, since he was an only child. Alicia had never really mentioned that she came from there, she had never mentioned it of the same reason that she never mentioned that her mum was a muggle. She thought that people would judge her because of it.

And they did, well, at least Angelina. Angelina had gotten very mad at her and called her an Upper-class, lying bitch and their friendship had ended there, at least their close friendship. Not to talk evil about Angelina, but she was really good at holding grudges at others, and she felt much betrayed by Alicia for lying to her, friends doesn't lie to each other. So it was pretty much Alicia's own fault that she and Angelina didn't get along.

That's from where she knew Daniel, he lived next door to her and they had been playmates before Hogwarts, when they started Hogwarts they had fallen apart when she chose to start with Quidditch, and by going joining the team she had become friends with the twins, Lee, Angelina and Oliver, and later on Katie. Sure had she and Daniel still been friends and they hung out very much with each other during the summers and Christmas vacations. But they were two different people in school.

When she and George broke up and he was there for her, supporting her, she could tell that she was interfering with him and his friends, they just weren't the same. She had gotten used to the jokes and taking absolutely nothing serious and the casual breaking of rules and talking Quidditch and mostly goofing around.

Daniel and his best friend Kenneth were very different; they were very stern on the rule-breaking, didn't like talking about Quidditch, took everything very serious and had a very stiff sense of humour.

Kenneth was very rejecting of her since he had realized that she had laughed with the twins when they had put bulbadox powder in his pyjamas. But Daniel had talked to him and he had become friendlier with her.

In the part of Little Lake where she lived was also The Petrelli's living. They had three kids; the oldest ones were boy twins, six years older than Alicia, and a little girl, one year younger.

And then the Potters in front of The Tempered's, the house were James Potter had grown up, and later moved in with his wife when Harry was born and before they had to move to their hide out in Godric's Hollow, but since old wizard houses was often bound to the name, and could only be owned by somebody that was related to the last keepers by blood, the Potter house had been empty as long as she could remember.

Alicia had grown up having all the pretty things, going out of the country on vacations and having everything that she needed, she still missed something in her life. Money didn't come with Happiness; she had learned that at a very young age. She had once asked her dad why Daniel and everybody else had a mother and she didn't, but he hadn't answered her.

Their Family didn't have that family feeling that other families have, her dad had been working very much and Cathy had been very rejecting toward her and rather spent her time reading and being with friends. She had moved out of the house when she had finished school, come only home for Christmas. So Alicia had never experienced that family feeling.

Ever since she had first been at the Burrow that day when she was around three or four years, she had secretly gotten jealous of them, George and Fred had over their school year often mentioned that they wished that they didn't have so many siblings. But Alicia wanted to tell them that they were wrong, that they should be happy that they had many siblings. She would give everything up to have a real family, to have siblings and a mother. That was what she wanted the most, a mother. But that she never had, and would never get back.

She had stayed at the Burrow and played with Fred and George and the others a couple of times before she had told her dad that she didn't want to go back there. And then she didn't come back to them.

She finished her dinner and George walked down to the kitchen with the tray and then came back up with the tea that Mrs. Weasley had made for her.

"Mum's wondering whether you want some help to sleep through the night or if you'll manage by yourself?" George said and gave her the tea.

"I think that I have had enough of sleep for a lifetime." Alicia answered, but the realized that it had sounded snappy toward him. "Sorry, don't mean to sound so snappy."

"Don't worry; I think that you have the right to sound snappy." He answered and gave her a smile. "I..." He started but interrupted himself. "Alicia, do you remember when we first met?" He started over again, looking into her eyes from where he sat in his chair.

"Vaguely." She responded and wondered why he was taking that up.

"I remember it like it was yesterday, You were holding little baby Ginny in the kitchen and you saw me and Fred and wondered if there was something wrong with your eyes because we looked alike." George told her.

"Oh, now I remember." Alicia smiled. "Didn't you give me flowers that you had ripped out of your neighbour's yard, which I was allergic to?"

"Yes." George responded, his smile faded and he looked down to the floor before looking up at her again. "I think that I fell in love with you in that exact moment, when you stopped coming here I got sad and even sadder when you didn't recognize me when we met at the train to Hogwarts."

Alicia's smile also faded from her face.

"I don't mean to scare you, but this is how I feel, I only got jealous because I don't want to share you with anyone. I want to have you all by myself. I feel so lost without you..." He looked at her, with a slightly sad expression. "Fred and I are very alike... but never when it comes to you. I feel for you more than Fred does, he sees you like a friend, a sister, I see you as a young beautiful woman that I want to be with, that drives me crazy... But in a good way." He paused before continuing.

"I love you Alicia, I really, really do, and I wanna see you happy, I wanna be the one that makes you happy. There has never been anyone else for me but you." George rose from his chair and sat down on the bed. "I understand if you don't feel like I do, but I just need to tell you how I feel, if you do feel like I do."

He looked at her she could see a look that she had never seen in his eyes before, but she knew that it was love, devotion and she didn't feel scared of it. She sat up, moving her leg underneath her so that she sat up straight in the bed, and as close to George as possible.

"George." She whispered to him. "May I kiss you?" She asked, biting her lower lip in the wait for a response.

"You don't even have to ask." He whispered back and kissed her, kissed her with all the feelings he had for her, kissed her like he could swear he never kissed her before, kissed her like she deserved to be kissed.


Molly Weasley had been keeping very busy today, she had to. If she didn't keep busy, she would get sick with worry.

Worry about what had happened to Ron, Harry and Hermione, if they were alive.

For Tonks and how her depression was going to affect the baby, and Tonks herself in general.

For Alicia, what the long term effect of the poison was going to affect her, if she was going to make a full recovery or if there was going to make Alicia even worse, Remus had told her that the long term effects depended on whether Alicia's body was going to keep fighting it or just give up.

For her husband and Percy that had to work at the ministry, especially Percy that worked so close to the minister.

For Ginny that was forced to go back to school, and for Bill and Fleur, who couldn't enjoy their marriage and had their wedding turned into a stained memory.

So that was why she had kept herself so busy, she had done loads of laundry today. The dress that Alicia had worn to the wedding was still hanging in the Scullery. She had planned on trying to repair it, but that was going to be a tuff challenge.

She noticed that the time was late and she should make sure that everyone went to bed, she knew that her children wasn't really children anymore, but if she didn't tell them to go to bed, they would stay up until even later hours.

She took the basked, which she had filled with clean laundry, and walked into the kitchen, where her husband sat, reading the Daily Prophet. "Filled with rubbish." He muttered. She put down the basket on the table and walked up the stairs and told Ginny and Charlie, who was currently living in Bill's room, to get ready for bed, and then to the second landing were she looked a few seconds at the door to Percy's Room where they had put Alicia.

She cracked the door slightly open to see if she had to tell George to sleep in his own bed, but she didn't see him in the chair he sat constantly in. So she turned around and closed the door. She walked over to the bedroom at the other side and opened the door and found Fred by the desk working on something.

"Where's George?" She asked him.

"With Alicia, I think. I haven't heard him get out." Fred answered.

"It's bed time." She told him.

"I'm just gonna finish this thingy." Fred yawned. "You're right, its bed time, and I should finish this tomorrow instead." He nodded, agreeing with his mothers unspoken words.

Mrs. Weasley closed the door and walked back over to Percy's room. She was just going to make sure that Alicia was comfortable and that George left her alone.

But when she opened the door and walked in, her eyes met a vision that gave her some happiness. Both Alicia and George were in bed together, sleeping. George had his arms around her, like he was protecting her. She had her face toward his chest, allowing him to protect her.

She couldn't help but smile when she saw the two of them. She carefully walked back out of the room and down into the kitchen again.

"What's the joyous occasion?" Her husband asked when he saw the smile on her face. "Everybody already in bed?" He guessed.

"No..." She answered. "I just remembered that even in these dark days that there still can be... Love." She said the latter and smiled even more.


Me note; I'm sorry that this became so long. I was so happy that the last one became so short... Anyway, Thanks to my reviewer bik. I appreciated it very much, too bad that I can't reply by E-mail.

But something that has puzzled me very much is that just twenty four hours I put out last chapter is there 25 people that have bothered to get through the whole story and don't even review. I think that it's sad. That so many people bother and don't tell me how they feel, because if they hate the story, they just quit reading it after the second chapter, not at the ninth, ca 35'000 words later.

Please, just write an innocent review; just tell me that you like the story. That's all I need... Please. I'll respond. Cross my heart.

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