The Girl who lived

Chapter 2

"Bell! Get up! Come on sleeping beauty, get up!"

I open my eyes and look at the clock. "Merlin George! It's 6 in the morning! Why did you wake me up?" I threw a pillow at him which he caught and threw back at me. "Come on Bell, I don't want to be the only one awake get up so we can do something together." I turned my back to him and pulled my blanket over my face. "Well seems like someone is in a bad mood." He laughs. "Fine, I'll just wake Fred." He says and I hear the creaking of wires from Fred's bed as George jumps on his brother. "George! Get off of me or I swear..." 

"come on brother it's a new day. We leave in a few hours for Hogwarts. Get up!"

"What is wrong with you? It's 6 in the morning go to bed!"

"Fine, I'll just go down all alone. I don't need you two to have some fun."

I laughed at his overdramatic comment and got up. Yes, I sleep in the same room as the twins but where else am I supposed to sleep? I mean, I can't sleep in Ginny's room cause there are only two beds, one for her and one for Hermione, and not to mention that Ginny doesn't like me that much. I walked downstairs and sat next to George on the couch. He turned his head to me "Thought you were too tired to come downstairs and talk to me." He says with laughter. I rolled my eyes and rested my head on his shoulder. "I am, but after getting hit with a pillow it's difficult to get back to sleep," I say as we both start giggling. 

We talked for a few minutes when Mrs. Weasley came downstairs. "Good morning you two. Did you guys sleep well?" She asked kindly in her morning voice. "Yes, until someone decided to wake me up this early by hitting me with a pillow," I say while I'm standing up to help Molly in the kitchen. "I wasn't planning on that, the idea just popped into my head when you threw it at me." He laughs and stands up walking to the kitchen. As I start cutting the vegetables George starts talking about some new ideas to win the quidditch cup this year. I nod while I have no idea what he is saying. Unlike my brother, I don't have any idea what quidditch is about. Georges's ideas were cut off by someone entering the house. I turned around to see who had entered. Seeing that it was Harry, a little smile appeared on my face and I walked towards him. I greet him with a big hug. it may have been only 2 months since I'd seen him but it feels like I hadn't seen him for years. I go back to the kitchen while George drags Harry's trunk upstairs and Molly greets Harry and then also goes back to the kitchen with Harry behind her.

"So, how was your summer, sis?"

"Great, I had some fun with the twins. How was yours?"

"Brilliant, Sirius taught me some new spells."

We talk for a bit more until our conversation is interrupted by Ron hearing his best friend has arrived. They both went to Ron's bedroom to talk about their summers as Fred walked down the stairs into the kitchen. "Morning." He said. "Need some help?" He asks now taking a knife and some vegetables and starting to cut them. "Did you sleep well?" I ask him with a nice smile. I've known him now for a couple of years but it was different when I talk to him than when I talk to George. He nods saying " Yhea until George woke us. You?" I give him a quick nod. As we talked and laughed for a while I caught myself staring at him. He may be Georges's identical twin but Fred's different. He looks a little cuter, not that George isn't cute but he's a different kind of cute. Fred has more freckles and a bigger ey-

"ouch!" I look down at my finger which starts bleeding. As I wasn't paying attention being too busy staring at Fred I cut myself deep in my ring finger. Fred grabs my arm and takes me to the tap to clean my wound. My blood is dripping on the floor as we make our way to the tap. Fred let the water stream through my wound and made his way to the First-aid kit taking out some bandage. "You need to watch out for what you're doing Bella. You could've lost your finger." He says with laughter. "That's a little dramatic, Fred." I laugh as he puts on some bandages around my finger while Molly walks into the kitchen. "What happened?" she asks in shock. "It's noting Mrs Weasley. I accidentally cut my finger while cutting the vegetables." I tell her calmly while Fred is covering my wound with a bandage. "Yhea, don't worry Mom, I've already taken care of this clumsy girl." He smirks, stands up, and walks back to continue cutting vegetables. I take a towel to clean up the blood I'd spilled on the ground but Molly takes it out of my hands. "I'll take care of this, darling. Go and grab your trunk so we can leave right after breakfast." She smiled at me as I walked upstairs to do what she told me to.

We finally arrived at the platform and after we all said goodbye to Molly and Arthur we made our way to our friends. Not that I have many friends but as I said, I have friends of Fred & George. well.... some of them "Does she always have to be with us?" Angelina asks loud enough to make sure I heard her. "Come on babe, Bell has done nothing wrong," Fred told her. Only the idea of Fred and Angelina dating makes me want to vomit, but there's nothing I can do about it he seems to really like her so who am I to tell him no? We all got on the train and waved a last time goodbye to Molly and Arthur.

"This one is empty," George said while we walked down the corridor. we all stepped inside and I took the window seat. Over me sat Angelina on Fred's lap. They had been together for over a year now and I still don't understand what he sees in her. She is always bossing him around like he's some sort of dog, not to mention that he isn't allowed to talk to any other girl except for Ginny. Every time I talk to Fred she gives me a dirty look trying to intimidate me. The only thing I don't get at all is, why. Why would she be jealous of me? I mean she is way prettier than me and it is obvious that he is totally in love with her, and not with me. Not to mention the fact that I don't see him like that. I mean sure I think he looks kind of hot and that he is funny and smart, and yhea I like him but 'like him like him'? No, he is just...-

My thoughts were cut off by George calling my name as I looked up at him. "Finally, I've been calling your name for like forever. Anyways, you gonna try out for the quidditch team this year right?" He looks at me with a hopeful look in his eyes. He has begged me all summer to try out but I'm still not sure if I am good enough. "I don't know George, quidditch is more Harry's thing." 

"Oh, come on it would be fun if you were on the team."

"I don't even know how to play."

"What do you mean 'you don't know how to play?" Fred interrupts. "What about this summer when you beat Georges's ass. You looked like you knew what you were doing back then."

"I let her win. If I would have done the best I could she would have no change." George whispers to Oliver.

"Sure, mate" Oliver laughs and turns to me. "Why don't you just try out and we'll see how good you are?" 

I look around and it seems like the boys want me to try. "Fine. But only to prove to you guys that I am a horrible player."

George looks at me shaking his head with a grin on his face. "You'll never admit how good you are would you, Potter" I shake my head and start laughing. I noticed that Angelina was being awfully quiet but it didn't bother me, it was better than when she tried to bring me down like usual. We all talked for a quite bit and after half an hour I fell asleep on Georges's shoulder.