Undying Devotion: A Weasley Love Story.

Chapter 46: Allura's Painting.

**Guinevere’s POV**

I stare into Fenrir Greyback's dull eyes, completely petrified. It brings me back to a little over a year ago. It’s total déjà vu. The last memory I have of the Malfoy manor is Fenrir pinning me against the wall; his filthy sharp teeth ready to tear my throat out while his putrid breath poisons my senses. 

I feel myself inhale sharply as his long, yellow nail cuts my arm as though it’s a razor blade. Warm blood runs steadily down my arm and onto the cool summer nights grass. I see Fenrir close his eyes and breathe in the scent of my fresh blood. My stomach turns and I will myself to thin think about all the grotesque ideas that are surely running through his mind.

“Oh how I have been waiting for this sweet, sweet day.” He tells me licking his dry lips. My heart pounds beneath my chest as I watch him lower his face towards my throat. I feel his sharp teeth pierce my skin but right as it sinks in, I hear someone yell and Fenrir is thrown right off of my body. I sit up looking wildly around. Charlie looks completely stunned at Bill who is still pointing a shaky wand at me. I then realize Bill is my rescuer.

I can’t seem to find my legs to help fight off Death Eaters. Bill and Charlie are both fighting side by side to ward off a young man who is trying desperately to get at me. My hands shake uncontrollably as I reach for my wand to fight off a woman who is about to curse Ginny. Mom gets to her first.

“Line up.” I hear a shrill girly voice yell. She casts a spell that forces us all to line up. “I’m going to ask you this once. I expect the truth. Those who answer   truthfully will be spared.” She adds after casting a silencing spell on all of us. My entire body shudders as Dolores Umbridge looks me square in the eye.

“Where is Harry Potter?” She asks each of us one by one. None of us speak. “Where is Harry Potter?” She asks again taking Ginny by the hair and pointing a wand at her throat. I see mum and dad exchange a look of sheer terror but they still remain silent. My eyes grow red and I see a lifeless Ginny on the ground below my feet. Charlie’s rubs his fingers against mine and I know that I have transferred my vision to both him and George, who shudders involuntarily.

Through the panic encased in my thoughts, I step forward. Mum and dad gasp is shock. Members of the order hiss at me but I ignore them. “We do not know where Harry Potter is. He abandoned the order shortly after coming here. I guess he wanted to save his own skin.” I annunciate every word with as much hate and contempt as I can muster.

“I always knew the boy was no good.” She says a bit disappointed. “But wait a second, where are those two friends that he is never separated from?” She asks suspiciously. I quickly answer that as well.

“Well the girl and her family were killed by muggles last year. And the boy is upstairs in the attic with a very serious and contagious medical disease.” I say with conviction.

“I must see this for myself.” She demands. Dad and Lupin show her to the attic where the ghoul is sleeping in Ron’s pajamas. She refuses to get anywhere close to him and assumes its Ron to everyone’s relief.

“Now you, I have heard you have children?” Umbridge says in her false sweet voice.

“They were cursed and have passed away since their birth.” I say. I feel Charlie’s muscles tighten as she examines me.

“Good.” Umbridge finally says. “Let’s go.” She tells the Death Eaters that are still remaining. “And someone go get Fenrir.” She tells her fellow followers. “And you my dear— I’ll be seeing you very soon.” She tells me smacking my cheek. A few moments later they apparate leaving us all stunned and worried for Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

**Tonk’s POV**

I watch Allura paint silently on a canvas that covers the table. Her brothers are both tucked in bed and fast asleep. I almost wish Allura was that easy, but watching her paint helps keep my mind off Remus and what would happen to both me and my unborn child if he were to die tonight.

Bitter thoughts consume my mind as the night carries on. It has been nearly two hours and no word from anyone. If it wasn’t for the children, I would have gave in and left already. But then again, Remus has been so short tempered lately and me arriving to check on him would only push him further to the edge.

A few more hours come and go and Allura is nearly done with her painting. During this time she has not uttered a single word to me. “Who is in the picture?” I finally ask.

“Everyone, and papa too.” She tells me yawning.

“Why doesn’t papa have red hair?” I ask curiously looking at the main portrayed in the drawing, which is very good.

“Papa doesn’t have red hair, silly, grandpa does!” She exclaims grinning. I look at her curiously. Mr. Diggory, I think to myself, that must be her papa. As I ask her I hear the front door creak open. I shove Allura in a cabinet and run to the living room, wand out and ready but quickly throw it aside. I run into Remus’ outstretched arms and embrace him as he lectures me about letting my guard down so easily.

“Has grandpa come?” Allura yells running into Charlie’s arms. He kisses her lightly on the cheek.

“Papa?” Whose papa?” Guinevere asks Allura. Allura jumps out of Charlie’s arms and runs to the kitchen. We all follow her, and by we, I mean the entire order.

“This is papa.” Allura tells Guinevere happily. I watch as she examines the exceptional painting.

“This is my dad.” I hear her mumble before exchanging a horrified glance at Charlie.