Redhead || George x reader || y/n Lestrange

Chapter 42

Note: I just want to apologize for not updating as often. Im still averaging about 2 chapter a week, but I keep it inconsistent to flow better with my schedule. I'm still a student, so I'm pretty busy. But I absolutely love to write these and I'm very happy people are enjoying them! I'll continue to do my best for you all :)

You and the three boys were just about wrapping up lunch and getting ready for class. You had begun to pack away your books neatly and fling your bag over your shoulder. You got up to leave, smiling to everyone.

"Alright I've got to get to class, I'll see you soon." You kissed George on the cheek and turned to leave, but he grabbed your hand at the last moment, pulling you toward him.

"Don't be so hasty." He smirked.

"Come on, give me a minute and I'll walk you to class."

"A true gentleman you are." You giggled.

Something had been wrong the whole day. Something was twisting in your stomach and in your head, and though you couldn't figure out what it was, you knew you had felt it before. You were trying your best to maintain composure and smile, but it was growing stronger. The feeling was swarming around you, fogging up your thoughts. You began to lose yourself in a trance, but were brought back when George stood up in front of you to lead you away.

"Come on then." He took your hand and slowly led you away. He seemed worried, trying to remain as gentle as possible. Once you two had left the archway of the main hall, he guided you around the corner and into a hallway.

"Wrong way. I guess that ginger hair had finally ruined your brain entirely-" he quickly turned around and cut you off. Not on purpose. The way he carried himself and was looking down at you, something was different. Hell, nothing was right today.

He cupped your cheek in his right hand and lowered his head slightly. He looked you deep into your eyes, trying to tear down whatever wall you and put up.

"What's wrong?"

You tried your best to sound and believable as one could, but the bricks had fallen atop one another. It was getting heavier to bare, and it was showing.

"Nothing." Was all you couldn't manage. No emotion behind it.

"I know you, y/n. I know how you act and I know when you pretend. Even if you don't want to, you have to be honest with me." He paused for a moment, hoping to reach through to you. Through the fog in your brain and the barriers you had placed there prior.

"Now..." he hoped to summarize it this time.

"Are you ok?" He said it slowly, carefully. Trying the best he could to make sure everything he said penetrated your mind.

Your eyes began to tear up. The gloss from the tears blurred your vision, but you couldn't do anything to force a tear if you tried. Your tears had found their home right where they were. So blocking you vision or not, they remained. You couldn't bring yourself to lift your hand and wipe them away. There was no point, no motivation. Something was coming, and it made your insides twist and turn. Whatever was going on inside, your facial expression didn't show it. You stared off into the distance, pondering his question.

"Are you ok?" It sung in your head, mocking you.

"Are you ok?"

Finally, George placed his other hand onto your cheek. His brows furrowed in worry. His lips curled into a melancholy frown as he bent down slightly. He lifted your chin up slightly, hoping it would force your eyes to see into his own, and now whatever lied behind them.

Finally, you managed to open your mouth.

"No..."

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George sat you down outside in the courtyard. You sat on the rock of the walkway, George sitting right next to you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, stroking it with his thumb. He hadn't said anything, he waited for you to gather your thoughts.

You didn't even know where to start. It's all just a feeling.

"Sorry. I know I've been off." You stared down at the grass at your feet.

"Never apologize for that. It ok to be off. I'm just worried about why."

You looked up at him, wearing a faint smile and a light blush.

"You're too good to me. You're too good."

"I'm barely good enough for you." He kissed your cheek. You laughed, but so quietly you didn't realize you were doing it.

"I'll never know if you don't tell me."

You didn't speak.

"You can take your time. I'm not going anywhere." He lifted up your chin with his other hand, you gaze meeting his.

"...ever."

You took a deep breath in, holding the air in your lungs, hoping that whatever needed to be said would fall out with it.

"I don't know what's wrong and I can't explain it." There was a pause.

"But I've felt it before. It's like... a pit in my stomach. A fog in my head. And if this feeling follows the same pattern, soon I'll start hearing whispers. And then something terrible will happen."

You looked up at George, who was at a loss for words.

"This would be the third time."

"...would you tell me about the first two?" He rubbed your arm in comfort.

"The first time..." you liked away from him, looking around you to make sure nobody else ditched class.

"Was when my mother first came to take me back. I was at home, my dad was passed out on the floor. I went to lock the door, but I heard someone coming up the stairs. And it wouldn't have been a big deal..."

You paused again. Remembering. Hurting.

"But every step I heard in the hall made something drop in my stomach. My head started hurting and whispering things to me. Things I didn't even understand!" Everything was falling out of your mouth, painful memories following.

"And then she opened the door, killed my dad, and ran off with me."

Now George really was at a loss for words.

"The second time was a little while after I was living with her. I'm not sure how much I actually want to tell you, but basically a group of you-know-whats were trying to summon back you-know-who. They almost did actually. And I know that because my head hurt super fucking bad. I was crying."

"She just kicked me and told me to gather myself or else I was the new sacrifice."

"True motherly love." You laughed, at a loss for what else to do.

George wrapped both his arms around you, at which point those tears did begin to fall.

"...I'm just so scared. I don't want it to happen again. The whole reason I was away to be here was so that life wouldn't follow me."

George just pulled you in close and kissed the top of your head.

"I should have known she always find a way."