September 1, 1997
"Honey, you sure you don't want to go with Ginny?"
She had her head stuffed in her knees blocking her vision around her. Her eyes heavy, head aching, body cold. Mrs. Weasley stared at her with worry.
Harry and the others left looking for horcruxes. She was invited but she didn't want to go. Didn't feel like bothering them with her mourning.
"Rye, you've been in here for 2 months. Are you sure you don't want to get back out and go to school?" Mrs. Weasley asked from the door. Fred appeared at the door behind her.
She heard him whisper something to Mrs.Weasley and then she walked away. Fred walked in and shut the door turning around with a cheeky smirk. "You alright there sugarplum?"
"Sugarplum? Couldn't think of anything rude?"
Fred pouted and sat next to her, leaning back into the pillows. "I kind of like the ring of it. Though Angelina likes it, I prefer I use it on you." He whispered. Fred turned over and pulled her onto the bed, making her lay down. She frowned at him.
He pushed a hair back and cupped her face. "Rye, I hate seeing you like this. I can never understand what you're going through but you can't be stuck on that forever. Christian wouldn't have wanted that. He died a warrior's death. He died fighting. Seeing you like this would kill him."
She bit her lip and turned to Fred. Her hands held his and she laid her head on his chest. Fred pulled her close by the waist and held her tightly. A faint blush crept on her cheeks.
A swoosh sound followed by a thud made them turn around. George stood there panting. "How dare you ruin our moment?" Fred whined. George shook his head and pointed towards the door, still panting. Fred sat up and furrowed his eyebrows. She got up and walked to the door, opening it.
She walked down the hall and was surprised to see an old lady talking with Mrs.Weasley. The lady stopped talking and turned her head towards Rye. Rye gasped and ran to the lady. "Margret." She breathed.
Margret smiled and hugged her back. She pulled from the hug and held her hands. "How did you find me?" Margret sighed and shook her head.
"That doesn't matter right now. You have to go and help your friend." Margret looked into her eyes and she looked back in confusion. "You need to leave now. Take a jacket." Rye ran over to the chair and grabbed her sweater. She came back and stood in front of Margret. Fred and George were now watching her. Mrs.Weasley stood in front of them.
Rye turned around to the Weasley's and smiled softly. "I will return back." She hugged George, then Mrs.Weasley. She turned to Fred and bit her lip. Fred tilted his head and gave a small grin. She tiptoed and pecked his cheek. "Bye pop tart."
Fred looked at her in daze and regained her position. "I like that. I'll see you soon, sugarplum. I love you." Fred hugged her tight and placed a kiss on top of her head. She buried her face into his chest before pulling away. She gave them one last look and turned away with Margret.
Once they were out of reach, Margret broke the silence. "I have to leave you, Rye. I'm sorry. But I have to get back and finish some work. Here is the address. I've seen the way he looks at you. Go and get him. You'll be seeing me soon enough and I'll tell you everything then. Be safe, Rye."
Margret gave Rye a small hug before vanishing. She was left stranded. Rye looked down at the paper and sighed. She had a long way to go.
Wiltshire
She pulled the sweater on and waved her wand. A broomstick appeared and she climbed it. Gripping tightly on the handle, she gulped. "You got this, Ryera." She whispered to herself. She pushed off the ground and the wind blew through her hair perfectly. She felt herself slip but gain steady pace.
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Rye sat down in a pub in the muggle world. She got many men calling out to her a few times, but she tried her hardest to ignore them. It was mildly full and it was easy to look around at the others. However, every time she stood up her feet gave in.
She took a glance at her knee and sighed. When riding the broom for the very first time, she crashed into a tree and scratched her knee. The broom however is in perfectly find condition.
For the past three hours she stared at the same sheet of parchment. She didn't know how long it was going to take her. All she knew was she had to get there fast. It was times like this, she wished she had just went on with her friends. She wonders what they're doing right now.
She pushed hard on the table and stood up with a groan. The bartender looked at her in concern. Ignoring the stares, she limped her way over to the door and stepped out. Her broomstick laid on the wall, untouched. Mounting the broom, she kicked off with a struggle and headed East.
Wondering if she was even going the right way.
The moon was now slowly coming up and the sun was disappearing with each minute. Her hours were limited. She had no time. She couldn't lose another. Not after she lost the two people she had been very fond of.
Sirius and........Christian.
She clenched her jaw and tried to push the tears blurring her vision. Her eyes stung. Everything in front of her wasn't clear. Even her mind wasn't.
All she knew was she had to get to him. Get to the person who makes her feel complete. Her enemy. The person she hates to like. The only fucking person that makes her weak on her knees.
She had to go to Malfoy.
