Chapter 20

A week of torture for George went too slow. He and Dey talked less and less and when he saw her with Luna at the DA meetings, he couldn't deny he would get so jealous. Dey seemed as if nothing had happened, as if he didn't exist. She and Luna would laugh and talk together, she didn't show any weakness. Harry was the only one who knew how Dey really was. She would stay up late, thinking about George and not being able to sleep because of him. A few times Harry told her to just talk to him, but she was still set on finding the other pieces of the plate, which she has no clue where they are. One night, during dinner, she was coming out of the bathroom, panting and breathless. That was one of the strongest screams she has ever done and she was weak. She collided on the floor, resting from the wall, trying to breathe normal. Her tears were coming down with out her control. She looked to the entrance to catch George going down and stopping there, looking at her. Their eyes met and his broke down when he saw her too broken. She was asking him to help her, to protect her, but also to get away; that's what he saw. He took a deep breath before he kept walking down, leaving her forgotten. She lowered her head to hide the coming tears. Three days before the first term was over, Dey was up, reading on some books she found about old medallions and enchanted objects, thinking it'll help her, but when she was half trough it, Harry started to move on his bed, more like twisting and turning. Also groaning and pressing his teeth together.

"Harry?", she said, getting off her bed and getting on her knees beside his.

He just kept twisting faster and his nails were piercing the mattress. He was shining in sweat and Dey was now really worried.

"Harry!", she shook him and he sat up, suddenly, scaring her, "Are you alright?", she asked him, he was pale and shaking.

With out anything else, she grabbed his arm and took him down.

"C-call Ron", he said when they reached the common room.

"Ok, just wait."

Dey sat him down on the couch and ran up to the fifth boy's room, knocked fast, but no answer so she just went inside to find all of them sleeping.

"Ron", she whispered, shaking him, "Ron!"

"Huh? Dey?", he said, lifting his head, "what's wrong?"

"It's Harry, he needs you"

In less than a second, he was on his feet and out of the room. Harry was frozen and glued to the couch when both arrived. They grabbed him and took him to Dumbledore's office, on the way he just kept saying that Arthur, Ron's father, was in danger. Dey stayed by Harry's side, with her arms wrapped around his to hold him, while Ron went to look for his brothers and Ginny. When they came, George quickly noticed Dey, but she didn't, she was too busy looking at Harry and whispering things like 'everything's ok' and asking him to talk to her. When they found out Arthur was fine, Harry got sick of Dumbledore ignoring him, so a big scream left his lungs that even made Dey jump and lose her arms from him.

"What's happening to me?", Harry asked, panting slow.

"I'm afraid I don't have time to explain. All of you will apparate. I will tell your mother. Come along."

The Weasleys went to Dumbledore, around his desk and Ron pulled Harry.

"What about Dey?", Harry asked, turning to her. George had that question in mind too, what was she going to do? it was obvious they weren't coming back until the classes started again.

"I-I should stay."

"Are you sure, Dey?", Dumbledore asked, "Harry could use you right now. You could use a break."

Dey looked at Harry and he nodded to her, wanting her to come. George wasn't too sure now if he wanted her 24/7 if all she was going to do is be close to Harry. Dey joined them around the desk where they apparated and fell at the Black House, in the kitchen. Dey looked around to inspect her new surrounding, it seemed like a really comfortable house to be during this time. When she looked to the front, she caught George's hand stretched to her and she accepted it after hesitation. When she got on her feet, she ended up pretty close to him in the small space they had to walk between the table and the counter. Dey just looked to Harry and walked to him.

"Harry?", a voice spoke, making everyone turn to the door. It was none other than Serious Black, the Azkaban escapee from about 2 years ago. Dey wasn't afraid or anything to him, though, since Harry told her his story.

"Sirius.", Harry spoke.

"Where's our mum?", Fred asked.

"She already knows."

"Can we go see our dad?", George asked.

"I'm afraid not, they haven't even taken him to the hospital. It will be suspicious if all of you knew about the accident before everyone else."

Fred and George weren't really please that they had to wait to see if their father was alright, so they started to argue with Sirius. Harry was feeling guilty and uncomfortable enough, so he got up and walked up the stairs to the hallway to have some space. Dey slowly followed him and once George looked, he caught her leaving behind. The anger it gave him made him argue even more than Fred.

"Harry…what are you thinking?", Dey said before she sat beside him on the stairs.

"I…the dream…I…I was…there-at least…I think…"

"What do you mean?"

"It looked like…I was attacking Mr. Weasley, Dey", he said, looking at her with a bit of fear, "what if…I did it…somehow?"

"No, no, Harry", she said, wrapping an arm around him to comfort him, "Maybe…maybe Voldemort wanted you to see that. It wouldn't be the first time, I'm guessing."

"N-no, but…it was such an awful sight…to see Mr. Weasley like I was attacking him. He's my best friend's father-he has become so close to me."

"I understand", Dey said, low, "but think of it this way…if you haven't seen him, he wouldn't be alive right now…just look at the bright side. You saved him." She finished, passing her hand over his arm, from up to down and vice versa.

"…I'll try."

"Harry", Sirius spoke and both of them stood up, "Are you alright?"

"…I'll be…I think…", Harry said with a nod before he looked at Dey for a second, "This is Deyanira, the girl I told you about. Dey, this is Sirius."

"It's nice to meet you.", Sirius said, offering his hand to her and she accepted it with a smile, "if you need anything, I'm here; don't think it twice.", he gave her this lovely smile.

"Thank you"

"Well…I kind of calmed down Fred and George, gave them some butterbeer, would you like some?"

Dey and Harry nodded before the three of them headed down stairs to see the four gingers, quiet and sipping on their butterbeers. Sirius served some for Harry and Dey while they sat down close to the others. Dey looked over to George and he seemed tired, mostly upset and she could still feel a bit of anger in him. After a while they got a letter from their mother, telling them Arthur was out of danger. They felt a bit better, but still feared for him. Sirius convinced them to rest a bit until they get more news, which could take a while. Fred took Ginny first and Ron followed, George kind of stayed behind, taking it in and moving his tired body. Dey went first, followed by Harry and then him. Harry and Ron's room went first so it was just Dey and George until they reached their rooms. When they entered hers, she saw Fred comforting Ginny, making her laugh and all, but George continued. He didn't go that far before she grabbed his hand, freezing him.

"How are you?"

"…standing.", he said before he turned to her.

Before, it was Dey who asked for help, but now it was him. She got on her toes and her arms went around his neck, taking him by surprised. At first he didn't respond, but when his arms surrounded her, they were in a tight swing, getting her closer to him. He took in a sniff with her smell, it has been so long since he has heard her voice, talking to him and having her close. It seemed an eternity after they let go.

"You should rest." She said, with a smile, making him smile and wanting to just keep holding her.

"Thanks, um, what are you going to do?"

"Now? Well…just go with Harry. He needs all the comfort he can get."

"Yeah, alright. Night."

She opened her lips to stop him, but he was already leaving, and she thought it was the best if she kept that 'I love you' that was about to slip inside. She just turned back to go into Harry's room to be with him and Ron. George reached his room and he was all alone. He felt like screaming for some reason, telling her to leave, he didn't want her here if she was just going to be with Harry. In one hand, he did expect this, but in the other he also hoped she would be with him; he was his father for crying out loud who was in danger. So what if poor Potter saw him? Who's in danger, Arthur Weasley. Not someone with the Potter name. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down and shut up all this rubbish he was mumbling about his friend and the one who did saved his father.

Things do turn around, for the good, on the next chapter :)

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George's hand started to shake and Dey started to get scared. Her other hand grabbed his shirt, trying to pull herself away from the man, but his grip was thigh around her wrist.

"G-George" She cried to him, whispering.

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"What does it say?" Hermione asked, while Harry was still looking at Dey.

"It's from Dumbledore…" He turned his eyes back to the letter. "He got a letter from the ministry, saying Dey is expelled from Hogwarts for using magic around muggles inNottingham."