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

Chapter 44

You left Dumbledore's office as though nothing had happened. The last thing you needed on your plate was George rummaging through your box of secrets. And though it pained you internally to see him, so blissfully unaware of the looming realities that scratched at your throat to fly free, you always managed to put a smile on your face when you were together. It felt like you were flipping a switch whenever you talked to someone. It became such a regular habit you were almost ashamed of yourself for how good you had gotten at lying to such important people in your life. Lying to George. Wether you were protecting them our protecting yourself, it didn't matter. Some realities needed to stay tucked away. For everyone.

As you left the elevator from Dumbledore's office, you turned and saw the George wasn't there. It wasn't much of a disappointment, but it left you confused as to what t do next.

"Should I wait here? I feel like he said he'd be bringing me snacks. I should probably wait here then...unless he wants to meet somewhere. Maybe at his common room. Maybe mine?"

Your head confined to turn as you though to yourself, still keeping an eye out for George. You head fell to the ground as you concentrated on what to do next. Until you saw a pair of feet ahead of yours and looked up again, of course to see George.

"I'm late, aren't I?"

"You? Never..." You said sarcastically.

"No matter. I brought a peace offering." He held out his hands and presented two bottled butter beers.

"Perfect timing, Georgie."

He blushed sheepishly at the nickname. No matter how many pet names you both had come up with for each other, Georgie always brought out something weak in him.

"We'll sit down over on the benches and talk about...whatever you want to talk about." He wanted to keep the conversation open, and not force you to mention anything you may want to keep between you and Dumbledore.

"Off we go then."

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"Basically, he said I needed to meet with professor Snape. I need to practice occlumency with him."

"Wait, who's trying to get into your brain?" He was worried. So much so, he put down his bottle of butter beer on the picnic table. "Your mother?"

You hesitated.

"Yeah. My mother."

"I'll be fine though. Apparently, I have a strong connection with my...mother,". It wasn't a lie. She was trying to get into your head. It always used to happen on accident when she was in Azkaban. Just at the moment, the connection between you and your father had taken the reins. "So much so that in moments of her anger, we share some of our senses. She kills someone, I feel that satisfaction. She's angry, it hurts my head. Basically, if she feels anything too strong, some of it goes over to me."

George placed his hand on yours.

"Do you know why?"

You had always known why. Why you and your father were connected. When you were born, he did something to you. Although you never knew what it was, it made you an asset to your mother. It's what led her back to you when she escaped. It used to hurt, that the only reason she came back for you was to use you. But living with a drunk (adoptive) father made it a little more hopeful for you when you left with her.

But whatever your father used to curse you, it followed you your whole life. Even the blood bond between you and your mother played a part. You could feel her emotions too, when they were strong enough to feed the part of you that was your father.

So technically, when you say it is your mother you hear in your head, you aren't truly lying. But the 'technicallys' were beginning to weigh on you.

"I don't know exactly why. When I was born, I was cursed. I'm not sure how, but it's why my mother wanted me back. And when she feels something strongly, to the point is affects that cursed part of me, it changes me."

He was at a loss for words.

"Don't worry. It's not new."

This just made him even sadder.

"Well don't look so sad! The good news is that now, Dumbledore knows that she...that the dark lord is coming. I just hope he actually heeds the warning." You took a sip from the butter beer.

"Whatever this is, we're going to get through it together. I want you to remember that, ok?" He cupped your cheek.

A tinge of guilt swept over you.

"Of course." You kissed his palm.

He didn't need to know that Voldemort was your father just yet.