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

Chapter 49

Note: hi everyone! Thank you all for being patient with my slower uploads. I'm doing my best to put out fun chapters, but HOLY GUACAMOLE school just never ends!!! I'm counting down the days until summer.

"We've been walking..." You exhaled through a cold and irritated breath, "for THIRTY MINUTES!"

The moon was well above you by now. The stars were bright, but neither of you paid enough attention in astronomy to let them guide you.

"I'm tired too." Harry was on the verge of panting, but was trying obviously hard to keep his heavy breath steady. You both had jogged most of the way. Adrenaline can only take you so far.

"You can't just run up behind me and announce that you-know-who and his associates are somewhere here, and expect an easy breezy walk through the park y/n! I'm target number one! I'm not having a great time either!" His panic was beginning to slip through his voice.

You didn't say anything for a few moments. Harry took a deep breath in. You stayed silent while he was doing so. He looked calmer on his exhale.

"How did you know?" Harry turned his head to you. "That they're here?"

You looked down on the dirt path, trying your best to quickly come up with a delicate way to put this.

"You know how Voldemort...you-know-who," you corrected yourself. "You know how he left you with that scar?"

"No, tell me more." He rolled his eyes.

"I watched you trip while you were standing completely still 10 minutes ago. You can drop the sarcasm."

Harry shrugged in acknowledgement.

"My mum isn't very nice." You scoffed. "Everything she does is for him...Even I was for him..." you trailed off, not sure how to continue without arousing more questions.

"The idea is that I just know. I can't explain it. It's like...sometimes...I just get this really sick feeling. It's angry and numb. It feels like a hot flash. That's generally how I know that something is going on. The first time was because there was a sacrifice taking place-"

"People make sacrifices to him?" Harry turned to you in shock.

"Try and keep up." You stared down at the path again, trying to gather your words. You gripped your wand tighter, narrowed your eyes and lifted your chin.

"And sometimes I can see what he sees. Well, that's only happened once. Well, twice now actually."

"That's what happened? You saw...what he saw?"

"He can't see anything right now. But...it's just how know somethings brewing. Something is happening. I feel everything so strongly that images come to mind. Split seconds of what I assume was his past." You paused for a second, not sure how far you could take this explanation without being too honest. "Sometimes those are mixed with what my mum sees."

"And then I get a headache, throw up, yell at some people and turn in the towel. Call it a day." You shrink your head down, mildly ashamed. That Shane soon became anger.

"Can't do that now can I? Nooooo!" You were becoming visibly agitated.

"Because I got myself roped into a sick pleasant-ville were everyone looks at me like I'm a disease!" You lowered your voice immediately after the small outburst.

"At least mum taught me cool tricks." You said in a low, melancholy voice.

You and Harry fell into another one of your iconic moments of silence. Other people couldn't tell, but sometimes it was moments like these between the two of you when you felt the most connected. They were times when both of you knew there was just nothing to say, being in the presence of someone who's experience wasn't all that different. You were comfortable in each other's silence.

"What kind of cool tricks?" Harry inquired.

You quietly giggled, remembering fondly when George would ask the exact same questions. Right from the very beginning, he was eager to learn each and every magic spell, curse and hex he could absorb and use for his own schemes.

"When we get back, I'll show you some really fun ones. There's one for causing localized itchy patches on peoples bodies, George abused that one. There's another for changing the colour of someone's hair the colour of the last food they ate-"

"Do these all revolve around pranks? You two deserve each other." He rolled his eyes while peeking around a corner, making sure it was safe.

"People don't like it when I talk about the ones my mum preferred."

"Right."

Harry signalled it was safe to turn around the corner. You both continued to casually stroll.

"I get those headaches too. Sometimes. Not often."

"I figured."

"Oh really?"

"One and the same, potter." You winked. He exhaled, a smile on his face.

You both turned the corner, feeling slightly calmer after joking around. Harry didn't seem to want more answers. But within the first few steps you took, you both immediately halted in shock.

Quick on your feet, you threw your hand in front if Harry, who already had his wand at the ready. You aimed your wand ahead at the figure that stood metres away from you.

"One step closer and you lose a limb." You sneered. Harry remained quiet until the figure stepped forward, calmly, lowering their wand.

Harry lowered your hand from in front of him.

"...Cedric?"