Fireworks; George Weasley Love Story (18+)

Chapter 19: The Letter

Why?

Why does she have to ruin everything?

And so sudden.

George POV:

I honestly have no idea what to do. I barely have a connection with Melissa, and I have no control over her actions.

She has Fred wrapped around her finger- and we still have no clue as to why. I have so many questions, and little to no answers.

Who is Melissa Clark?

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Our POV:

You and George barely got any sleep, you just laid there in silence. You cried in Georges arms while he stared at the ceiling while rubbing your back. You had never seen George so silent before. George is ecstatic and energetic, and Melissa's actions completely ruined that. Well, in that moment anyway.

After sitting there for what felt like minutes had actually been the time span of a few hours. You still hadn't processed the fact that Fred was completely under Melissa's control now. Before he had opinions, and could differentiate the difference from lust and confusion. But now- all he can do is obey.

You looked at the clock which read "3:00AM"

Your stomach was grumbling so you decided to get up and get something to eat, leaving a sleeping George in bed. You kissed his forehead before leaving and went downstairs.

'Theres Melissa' you thought 'and Fred, laying together' they were laying together on the couch blissfully sleeping- Like nothing had happened.

How does someone as cruel as her sleep like a fucking kitten? You saw her duffle bag next to the couch, smirking immediately before grabbing it and going back upstairs. You went back to George and into his private bathroom, placing the back on the tiled floor (the private dorms have private bathrooms). Going through her stuff you were disgusted by the amount of useless crap her items consisted of. Makeup;a butt load of concealer, red lipstick, and blenders, tissues, a single pen that doesn't work, and-

A jewelry holder? You opened the jewelry holder to find multiple photos of Fred and George that she had taken. There was one where they were in a candy shop just shopping, there was one where they were walking around hogsmead, and there was another one where they were walking into the door of the burrow.

This is some fucked up shit.

What else does this stalker have? More pictures; pictures of not only Fred and George, but of you. She had pictures of you, why?

Moving on, there was more. A slytherin cress that looked like 100 years old, a note, and a green emerald. You took out the note finding interest in it:

"My dearest Melissa,

     As my daughter I'm sure it'll be difficult to deny this simple request. I have a new task for you to complete, you're lucky that you're clever. The rest of the death-eaters cant do this themselves considering our age, but you're young enough to attend Hogwarts. Draco could've been another applicant but he already attends, and besides we both know he's too weak to do something as vile as this. That weak boy.

    Get to Hogwarts, find someone to manipulate with your abilities. I would personally recommend a Weasley, you know how weak they are. All they have is each other. A poor, insignificant family with no money to offer. How revolting.

   If you're wondering why this has to be done, wait until my next letter. I will explain everything.

                                                                                   - Father"

Death-eaters?

Daughter?

Abilities?

Father?

What in merlin's name is going on here? Melissa is a death-eater! Either that, or she's soon going to become one. I have to tell George.

"George!" You whispered, "George please for the love of god wake up George!"

"W u t?" He asked slightly sitting up and stroking his sleepy eyes.

"Melissa is a death-eater"

"W U T!?"

"Just read the letter I found in her duffle" you demanded. He read the letter, his eyes widening the more he reads it, "What fucking abilities!? And who the fuck is insulting us Weasleys!?"

"Shit. I forgot about that part. They're wrong you know-"

"Damn right their wrong. Who is this person?"

"I know just as much as you. . ." You paused, looking back at the scattered photos across the floor, "Okay, I might know a little bit more. . ." you said. George followed your eyes to the photographs, pouncing out of bed and going through them as well as her things. He was livid, heaving.

He obviously was raging angry.

You went to the floor and sat beside him stroking his back, "Everything will be alright, we can figure this out, I promise."

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After once again getting little to no sleep you decided you were going to spend as much time as you could to try finding out about this Melissa Clark. You had the entire weekend to do so-

Last night you put her things back where you found them so she wouldn't suspect anything. You thought about informing a professor about her, but they wouldn't believe it- just like they didn't believe Harry. Your other thought was telling Dumbledore but you didn't like him, you knew he set Harry up for death. He's close to as cruel as Voldemort to you.

Your only valid option was to figure it out yourself. Loads of research, spying, and dangerous activities may be involved considering her heritage- but you were more than ready to take that chance.

For Fred.

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You went to the library; in the restricted section to find a family tree- hopefully connecting to Melissa.

After hours of research, and loads of skimming through books you finally found some kind of information. The previous page had been ripped in half, only revealing a part of the family tree consisting of; Laurence Clarke- a very sketchy fellow, he had the look of a grey hound ready to pounce on a victim. Melody Clarke- A somewhat average looking girl, excluding her yellow broken teeth. And finally, Roman Clarke; Roman Clarke had slick backed black hair. He had no sign of any expression in his face- He stood with good posture, but his head stayed low; Like he was staring deeply at you. It gave you chills. You wrote down their names, and a light description before taking the book.

Roman's face.

You could've sword Melissa had the same eyes- a sign this must be the right family tree.

You had never heard of Roman before-

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