Little Light of Mine // George Weasley // FF

Chapter two: Memory Lane

"You need to stop laughing," Hermonie said as we sat around the dinner table. However, her words fell on deaf ears. Ginny and I were practically rolling on the floor while Harry recounted the events for our friend. "The Weasleys could have gotten into trouble,"

"He is fine now, though," I replied. "It was just touching and go for a moment,"

My eyes flicked to George, who was watching us with a smirk. Despite being yelled at since he got home, George couldn't stop smiling throughout the whole night. It was contagious

"Either way," Hermonie said. "It shouldn't have happened,"

"But how funny was that it did?" Fred chimed in.

Hermonie smiled a bit and got up, "Is the shower free yet?"

"Yeah," Harry called as he raced down, "The second shower is also free now,"

"DIBS" Ginny shot me an apologetic smile before dashing up the stairs, leaving Heromonie and me at the table.

"Do you want the shower?" She offered.

"Nah," I sighed; Hermonie had been trying to get it for a while now; she deserved it. "I want to take a walk before it gets too dark anyway," the chair scraped across the floor as I pushed myself up. "Call me when you are out, though,"

"Assuming you can get to it in time," Fred grinned.

"Worse comes to worst; I can shower at two am," I shrugged as I continued to the door.

"That's George's time," Fred teased.

I walked out of the house, trying my hardest not to blush, but the implications put a lot in my mind.

The backyard air was just cool enough to leave a chill on my bare skin. It woke me up so I could see the back of the burrow in all its glory. A sight I would never tire of.

The garden was full of creatures too scared to come out, but I could hear them as I walked through as quietly as possible. My mother taught me that it was tough to surprise a creature when you were in their space, so it was better to walk silently to not disturb them more.

The gate door closed behind me as I stepped out into the wilderness behind their house. Imagine waking up to this? The happy smiles of family, a father who was there to embarrass you, and a mother who cared more about you than running off to the next place.

I stepped further from the house and towards the forest. It was not the forbidden wood, but I love the woods, any wilderness, really.

"Thinking about what's in there?" A voice whispered behind me.

I jumped forward and whirled around, only to roll my eyes. "Oh, it's just you,"

George looked hurt by the comment, but I also saw the twinkle in his eyes. He was up to something. "Relieved?"

"A little," I replied, looking around. This was the first time we were alone since that day.

Flashback

"Murkwood?"

I reached up the shelf and checked the top bin, "Yeah, we have that," My tone was short. Why was I even here? Oh right, George. "Next item,"

"Are you sure?" George asked. "You can barely see the top shelf," I could hear the amusement in his voice. He was having too much fun with this.

"That is why I have the stool," I replied. "Next Item, Weasley"

"Serpent scales" George brushed past the chore, and quickly to he moved on to the next subject. "And by stool, do you mean the uneven thing you keep teetering on," For a moment, Goerge's bemused tone tightened. "Please don't fall,"