Black Soul- George Weasley

The One With The Confession

Astraea was in Percy's room stealing his prefect badge and clothes. She may or may not slip too much of Sleeping Draught. He won't wake all night. She changed and went down when she noticed George was on the stairs.

"Isn't it time for you to go to bed?" Percy (Astraea) asked.

"Fuck off Percy", George replied with a sigh.

"What's wrong?" she asked. She couldn't help it.

"Why would you care?" he asked frowning.

"I'm your brother, I may be a tight arse sometimes, but I still care", she said not believing it herself.

George sighed, "It's Astraea".

"What about her?"

"She overheard Fred and I talking about how we tell her mother about her well being and she misunderstood. Now she won't let us talk to her", George muttered.

"Perhaps there is a lot on her plate?" Percy (Astraea) asked.

"The thing is, we were seven when her mother asked us and we agreed because I wanted to get to know her, I had a childhood crush on her and was too shy to talk to her. Then, at eleven years old when we were first coming to Hogwarts, she told us to keep her updated and to take care of her. I mean of course I will take care of her, she's my best friend and none of the things we did  was fake. The crush didn't disappear either. We updated her mother because... because... she was afraid people will bully her because of her father", George said with teary eyes.

Astraea frowned feeling guilty, "Why isn't Fred with you?"

"He does feel guilty, but he doesn't feel the same way about her the way I do"

"That crush didn't leave?" she asked.

George shook his head.

Astraea wanted to shift back and comfort him, but she glanced at the grandfather's clock and saw she was late. So she hugged him -as Percy- and stood up, "I have duties, talk later?"

George frowned and nodded.

Astraea went down to see Neville not letting them pass.

"Percy?" Neville asked.

"Move", she said in Percy's voice.

"They will get us in trouble and-", Neville started but Astraea interrupted.

"I am going to be late, move"

"I am reporting them-"

"For fuck's sake, Petrificus Totalus"

Neville's arms snapped to his sides. His legs sprang together. His whole body rigid, he swayed where he stood and then fell flat on his face, stiff as a board.

'Percy what-?" Ron asked.

"It's Astraea", Hermione whispered.

"What-"

"No time get under the cloak and follow me" she said.

At the foot of the first set of stairs, they spotted Mrs. Norris skulking near the top.  As they climbed carefully around her, Mrs. Norris turned her lamp like eyes on them, she hissed at Astraea.

"I'm a bloody prefect you dumb cat", Astraea muttered.

They walked behind Astraea and didn't meet anyone else until they reached the staircase up to the third floor. Peeves was bobbing halfway up, loosening the carpet so that people would trip.

Harry caught Astraea and hid her behind a wall.

"Who's there?" Peeves said suddenly as they climbed toward him. He narrowed his wicked black eyes. "Know you're there, even if I can't see you. Are you ghoulie or ghostie or wee student beastie?"