I Know The End {Fred Weasley, ACT I}

Chapter 5- The Order of the Shaggy Dog

The following week passed without incidence. Mrs. Weasley decided that the house needed a deep cleanse. Eleanor strongly agreed, especially since Sirius and Lupin were to live there alone once she left. They spent most of their time purging the house of dust and dark artifacts. If she wasn't cleaning, she was left with unsuccessful attempts to spy on Order meetings with the rest of the teens in the house or having Sirius and Lupin tutor her in control techniques. Overall, everyday felt like meaningless, yet tiresome, work.

Eleanor had done as she was told and stayed put at number 12, Grimmauld Place. Every day, she wrote Harry letters void of anything he truly desired. She knew how he must feel receiving her small notes, which gave no real news or answers to his questions.

There hasn't been any disturbing news, I promise.

The rest I'll have to explain as soon as I'm allowed to see you again.

Everyone's still alive, that's the only thing I've got.

I don't think anyone really knows what's going on.

They haven't told me much anyway.

I'm sorry.

Not much is going on, I spend most my time cleaning.

I keep asking when you can leave Privet Drive, no answers.

I'm really sorry.

She wondered if he would stop opening her letters soon. They always contained the same sentences, simply arranged differently each time. She kept meaning to ask Fred and George to investigate new kinds of invisible ink for their potential joke shop. If the three of them invented something trustworthy, maybe she could use that to send Harry letters.

She hadn't mentioned to him that she was now with the Weasleys. When she had been using apparition to see him, she absentmindedly told him she was staying with Sirius and Lupin. She regretted that instantly, the broken look of jealousy on his face was enough to make her cry. Ron and Hermione being here without him would be the cherry on top of his mental breakdown.

So, she spent most of her time flipping between not thinking about Harry in hopes of avoiding the massive weight of guilt she felt to telling herself that she must sit in her remorse as punishment for being so useless to him. Every time she laughed with Fred or George, she reminded herself that Harry probably hadn't laughed in a month. Whenever Sirius and Lupin mentored her, she contemplated how much Harry would give for Lupin to teach him again. It had gotten so bad that she could not spend a single second in Ron's presence without feeling shame that it should be Harry with him, not her. The effect of this being that she snapped at Ron and Hermione for simply breathing. Both were currently avoiding her at all costs. She felt bad, especially because Ron seemed to believe he had done something to personally offend her, but it was no matter; she continued with her behavior anyway.

She was receiving a temporary pass for her irritable temperament, as the Weasleys (and Hermione) contributed it to Cedric's passing. They weren't going to argue with her when they believed her to be deep in grief. The truth of the matter, unfortunately, was that she hadn't even began the grieving process, and she worried significantly for the state of her relationships once she did.

On this particular evening, she found herself in the drawing room with Sirius and Remus, trying for the millionth time to control the way in which her uncontrollable magic manifested itself. The problem was, she had no issue manifesting a harmless firework out of flames when she wasn't overtly emotional. She had just burst a small, wolf shaped firework over Lupin's head when Fred and George entered the room.