George's Kindness

CHAPTER 22

"Who are you?"

George turned in fear when he heard an unfamiliar male voice but at the same time he was glad because maybe that person would help him.

Seeing a face that was familiar to him for a second. A younger boy with light brown tin hair and blue eyes woth a little bit of green, he was wearing beige pants, a black coat over him and black shoes, he had an accordion in his hands. He was covered in dirt everywhere and he had freckles and scars on his face, maybe a few days old.

"Answer my question," He boldly told him, he looked as tired as George was, "I don't like seeing people in my territory."

"Calm down boy, I just got a little lost, I don't mean anything bad," George dropped his suitcase as he raised his hands in the air when the boy pointed a wand at him, "Woah, hey!"

"I don't care if you got lost or not, I asked who you were," He started to take steps towards him, nailing Geroge to a tree and resting a wand on his neck, the accordion was tied to his shoulders with a old rope.

"I'll answer you when you put that fucking poor wand down."

The boy measured him from head to toe and lowered his wand, taking a few steps back, George took a deep breath and said, "George Weasley, an awkward way to react so aggressively, you know?"

The boy rolled his eyes and frowned, extending his hand, "Borris, sorry about that."

George raised an eyebrow and shook his hand, "Don't worry, next time don't, what are you doing here?" He raised his suitcase.

"This is my home," Borris looked around and sighed, "For years."

George didn't want to question him too much because he looked sad and lonely, "What about the accordion?" He pointed at it.

"I've been playing it for years, why don't we go to my tent, it's getting dark," Borris smiled and walked away, George shrugged and followed him just a few steps to the tent.

The small, gray tent was among the trees, on the outside it looked messy and torn, but inside very nice and tidy. George looked around and asked, "You live here?"

"Yeah, not too much but you can warm up," He lowered his accordion to the mattress and went to the small kitchen, taking a plate, "Make yourself at home, are you hungry?"

"As a dog belive me, what is there to eat?" George took off his jacket and sat down on a small wooden chair next to the old stove.

"Cooked rabbit and some venison," Borris took out two mugs and poured warm milk.

Geroge put his hand on his mouth in the urge to vomit and shook his head, "No thanks, I'll just take the milk," He swallowed the dumpling and placed his hands by the fire to warm them.

Borris shrugged and brought him a mug of milk, he sat across from him and looked at the scars on his face, "What happened to you?"

"Werewolf, few days ago," He took a few sips of milk and exhaled.

Borris looked at him wide-eyed and cleared his throat, slowly lowering his mug to the floor as his heart began to pound, "Oh, umm, sorry to hear that."

"Long story, what about you?"

"Similar situation actually, how did you get here?" He answered his question quickly and immediately asked another, avoiding eye contact.

"I couldn't stand it anymore with my loved ones so I ran away to clear my mind and got a little lost, what do you mean, a similar situation?" But George was still interested.