Undesirable (George Weasley)

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Through the darkness, I could barely make out the varying shapes of figures, floating between the trees above and below myself. I frantically searched around for some source of light, but the only glimmer came from the locket attached around my neck. Reaching down, I opened the clasp and let the light shine through the darkness. The figures shrunk back involuntarily, the light sending them into a fit of fury as they are unable to complete their truck towards me. With one heavy breath, I thrusted myself wand toward, cascading the light from inside my necklace and filling the forest with light so blinding I placed my hand over my eyes.

Sitting up straight in my bed, my head hit the top of the oak paneling hard. Trying to control my shaking breath, I frantically searched for Angelina to see if I had awoken her. The bathroom light was on, and I could faintly hear the small rush of water coming from the shower. I sighed, and rubbed the top of my head, which now throbbed softly from my sudden awakening. Deciding on not waiting for Angelina, as I didn't want her to worry about the state I was currently in, I quickly dressed and grabbed my bag with the little supplies I currently had.

Wearing a Hogwarts uniform felt unreal, as I had seen the adaption of their looks throughout the movies. As pictures, they were rather similar, yet they did hold an air of prestigiousness that not even a camera could capture. My robe and sweater adorned each house, as I imagined was specially made throughout the evening. My scarf, though, held the Gryffindor colors. At least that wouldn't stand out as much as I had imagined.

After a few fails, I finally flagged down one of the house ghosts who kindly offered to show me the way to the great hall. Mentally taking note of the halls we went down, I thanked him profoundly as he swiftly floated away. The great hall was empty, as it was still fairly early and classes didn't start for another hour and a half. Making my way to the Gryffindor table, I sat towards the end with myself, picking at the top of the blueberry muffin I placed lonesome of my plate. I was so engrossed in my nerves and thoughts for the day that I hadn't noticed a body had suddenly appeared in front of me.

"Hey, Sabrina right? We met at the Quidditch World Cup." Finally lifting my head, I noticed that a handsome hufflepuff sat across from me. Moving the curls from my face, I offered Cedric a weak smile.

"Yeah, Cedric hi. How are you?" At that question, Cedric went into an entire tale about how long his summer had been, adding in sarcastic comments and jokes along the way. His laughter was contagious, and I felt myself relaxing along as our conversation continued.

Cedric held an air of confidence that not only brought the best out in others, but made him an unpredictable ally in my unexplainable journey here. He wasn't anything compared to George, but he did make me smile throughout my anxious state. Halfway through our conversation, McGonagall dropped my schedule off with a smile, patting my shoulder and offering her assistance in my schooling anytime I needed it. Giving her thanks, Cedric turned to me and studied my expression.

"You know, with quidditch being canceled this year, I have some extra time in my hands. I can always help you out in the library if you'd like?"

"You would do that?" I questioned, as no one had really offered to help me learn years of magic within such a short amount of time.

"Of course! Just let me know when you're free and-" Suddenly, the bench on both sides of me dropped, and I saw two identical red heads smirk upon catching Cedrics attention.

"Diggory, keeping my girlfriend company, yeah?" George said, and I blushed at the mention of him calling me his girlfriend. We hadn't had the conversation yet, and I wasn't even sure if I was ready to commit to this relationship. It could end with me having to leave this reality, and go back to one where I reside in the future. Having delved so deep into my thoughts, I had almost missed the tension growing from the conversation.

"Just chatting. Since when was she your girlfriend, Weasley? I'm sure she can make decisions for herself. I better be off, see you in the library later, yeah?" Before I could respond, Cedric sent a wink my way and strutted out of the hall.

"That git!" Fred exclaimed, and George turned to me.

"I wanted to ask you at a better time, you know but-" I cut him off.

I wasn't sure what had overcome me, but between being sucked into becoming The Savior, having no clue anything about the wizarding world, having to fake the knowledge of classes, and suddenly being pinned over like some excessive, shiny object, I released the stress on the twins.

"You don't own me! Just leave me alone!" George's face fell, and Fred's scrunched in confusion. I grabbed my bag from the table and swung my legs over the bench, just missing George's reaching hand to stop me from leaving. Hurrying out of the hall, I felt the tears threaten to fall for the second time in the past 24 hours. Honestly, I've been trying to keep myself together, but unlike Angelina's statement last night, I am not a badass. I am an overwhelmed 16 year old who has absolutely no idea what has happened to their seemingly normal life, and I'm struggling to come to terms with everything that has been occurring.

Not paying too much attention to the hallway, I suddenly collided with a solid body. I landed back into the marble, half expecting the other person to laugh and run off in the other direction, but a hand stretched out and pulled me from the ground.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't looking and -" Harry's piercing green eyes stared down at my stormy, tear filled ones, and his harsh expression turned soft.

"Are you alright?" He asked. Instead of pulling me from the floor, he sat down against the wall with me. When I didn't answer, he continued to speak.

"I was upset last night, because I felt like you weren't taking this whole thing seriously. Running off with George and everything, but I never considered it to be a distraction. I've always been The Chosen One or The Boy Who Lived, and instead of being angry with you, I should have been thankful for having someone else who felt like me." Harry peered down at the floor, and I pondered over his words. I knew that Harry had been through a lot, but I had never considered that he felt alone. As humorous as that may sound, he's always been surrounded by his friends. He was never alone, even when he was given the impossible fate his life had never chosen to take.

"Harry, you're never alone. You have so many people who will die for you, trust me. And you're right, I'm here now too. We'll never be alone." He smiled at me, and extended his hand once more.

"We'll be okay, and hey. I'm from the future, what can go wrong?" He laughed at this, then offered to walk me to my first class, which happened to be charms with Flitwik.

We walked, both sharing stories of our past, and I felt as though Harry would truly become a good friend as my time here unfolded. When we reached the charms classroom, Harry bud his goodbye and I slid into an empty desk towards the back. Before I could enjoy my moment of solitude, two red heads came tumbling into the classroom, receiving a sharp look from Flitwik and murmurs of disapproval from my following peers. Quickly making eye contact with me, George wasted no time slipping into the seat next to mine.

"Sabrina, I'm so sorry I wasn't thinking and I shouldn't have said those things to Cedric. You're right, you are your own person and Fred and I shouldn't have to play bodyguard. I know you may think that I'm a right git, and you have every right to, but-" I cut him off by placing a short, but sweet kiss against his lips. His face went red, and I quickly pulled away when I knew he had gone silent.

"It's okay, I forgive you. Harry and I had a chat, and it made me see things differently. I was just frustrated, that's all. And by the way, the answer is yes."

"Yes...?" George questioned, only to receive a charmed piece of parchment fly across the room and hit him upside the head.

Fred turned to George, mouthed the word 'girlfriend,' to which George turned to me and I nodded.

"You're my girlfriend!" He exclaimed, and for the second time before charms class began, George leaned across the table and kissed me.