"George, are you sure that you're fine with this," Arya asked while we were ready to use the chimney for floo powder transportation. I gave her a small smile while making eye contact with her big doe eyes to ease her nervous mind. "It's ok. Mum already likes you by the way she acted this afternoon. Everyone will like you there. plus" I said cheekily and bend myself to match her height. "You're bringing some lemon and blueberry tarts. What is there not to like about you" I smirked and bob her the tip of her nose which she gave a cute scrunch.
"Alright then! after you, my lady." I friskily bow to her and show to the way." What a gentleman" She sassed as a little giggle came from her rosy lips and walk towards the floo chimney. After a green flamed went off and she disappeared, I went in and took a hand full of floo powder. I took a deep breath and focus on my home. "The Burrow," I said loud and clear and pour the floo powder on the ground. The next thing I know I was in my house floo chimney. "Mum George and his friend are here." I heard Ron calling our mother. I pulled Arya close to me knowing she's nervous to meet everyone. "Relax Arya" I whispered while rubbing her arm. I felt her becoming relax and steady her breathing.
Everyone started to greet us and gave Arya a warm welcome. It was only dad, Percy, Bill, and Charlie in the living while the rest were in the kitchen helping. I heard Hermione let out a surprised gasp and run towards Arya to give her a big hug. "Oh my, Arya. I almost didn't recognize you. How have you been?" Hermione beamed excitingly. The bushy brown head drags Arya to the kitchen to let Harry and Ron know. 'Great. even Hermione knows who she is and you idiot fucking git didn't even know'. I subconsciously scolded myself. Well, at least I'm getting to know her now.
I zoned out, thinking about Arya till Ron snapped me out of my deep thoughts. "Is my big brother is missing his girlfriend already" he teased, giving me a fake sad pouted face. I gave him a threatening look to make him shut up but instead, Bill and Charlie joined Ron with the teasing "Mum told us everything. Mum reckons something is going on between you. Mum said and I quote 'She makes the best lemon tarts that she ever tasted'". Charlie poked my cheeks and the three of them annoy me more.
"She's just a friend. We just went on one date. Don't expect anything more for now." I answer my bothers with a bored tone. Although I wish some did happen to us. But we did agree with 'Taking things slow', which means we are friends. right?
"Whatever you say, George. Just to let you know that she already sweeps you off your feet." Bill padded my shoulder and went to the kitchen for some snacks. Just as bill left, Harry came and took Bill's place. We were talking about something about the joke shop and how Harry and Ron's training ended when mum called us for dinner.
I sat next to Arya as we already start serving food. Mum kept her tarts for dessert. We were silently eating when Ron decides to break the silence by asking Arya some questions. "So Arya. How's life after school?". Arya smiled politely and answered Ron. "oh it's great actually." Fluer looks up from her plate and asks a very unpleasant question which changes her mood drastically. "You and Cedric are vevy close right," Fluer asks sadly with her thick French accent. Arya's smile dropped and gives us a quick nod. "Yes, we were. His like the older brother I ever had," She said with a sad tone. Fleur regretted asking her about Cedric as the admonisher of the room getting a little awkward. My mum tried to change the topic by asking her other questions."Do we know your parents dear?".
Arya choked on her drink and coughing out loud to struggling to breathe. That is weird. We really didn't talk about our families on our date. So, what is so caught up by the mention of her family? "It's only me, my niece, and my mum. My dad died during the muggle-born trials. My sister and her husband on the other hand died at the hands of dead eaters few days before the battle. They refuse to join them since they are Slytherins so they killed them without a second thought. I was in Hogwarts at that time. I didn't even know they were dead till I came home from the battle" By the end, her voice started to break and her eyes were glossy.
I didn't know this side of her. The Arya I get to know was someone who knows how to hide the pain. Till now she's trying her best not to break down. "I'm so sorry Arya. We didn't know or else we wouldn't ask you about them." My mum consoles her. Arya just nods her head and continues eating. The dining room when silent without any noise. I still haven't told them about me going to therapy. Maybe I should do now to break the sympathy tension that Arya is getting.
"I have something to tell everyone." All heads turn to me and I took a deep breath to clear my head before announce them. "I took everyone's advice and went on therapy," I said, waiting for their reaction. Everyone was speechless. Not even a single sound. I don't know is it because they are surprised or I'm all of a sudden went deaf. "Good my boy. We're happy for you" Dad smiled at me and my mum said the same thing. "George. Are going to one of the muggle healers?" Ginny asked. "Yeah. she's Ange's aunt. She takes wizards and witches as their clients. So, it was quite easy to open up to her without hiding anything." I told her. And one by one, everyone bombarded me with questions after questions. I didn't answer much. Just give them short answers. After that, the conversation deviated to other topics. I didn't pay much attention to them and focus on the black hair girl beside me.
She was just looking down and eating her food. I know what is it like when people bring up their dead loved ones. By the time everyone finished eating, everyone started cleaning up the table. I was bringing the dirty plates to the sink when heard mum and Arya talking. "Arya. I know what it's like to lose a loved one too. My two brothers, my son Fred and all the others. All of them died because of Voldemort but one worth thing is that all of us are here now. They're sacrifice so that we can live and we shouldn't waste it." Mum said with a voice that almost going to break.
I heard a sob. Like someone is crying. I know it's wrong to eardrop on other people's conversation but I can't help it. That is my mum and bunny in there. Wait. Bunny!? Why will I call her bunny? An I that attached to her that I already decided to give her a pet name?
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley. Your right. We shouldn't waste what they sacrifice." I went inside the kitchen to see both ladies hugging each other. I let out a small smile and keep the dishes. "I should go. You two should talk" Arya excuses herself and walk out of the kitchen. I follow her trace. My mother was looking at me with a smirked plaster on her face. "May I know what is the reason for that face dear mother," I ask playfully.
"You've been smiling nowadays, haven't you?. What is going on between you two?" my mother gushes me as I was cleaning the dishes. "Merlin mum. Nothing is going on. She's just a friend who I happen to meet now and not back at school." I said but my face went pink when my mum talking about her.
After dessert and chatting, we decided to head back to Diagon Alley. "Thank you for having everyone. I had fun" Arya cheered sweetly. "Anytime Arya. By the way, your lemon tart is so delicious. Now I know why mum over exaggerates about it" Ginny chirped and hugged her. Everyone bids goodbye and we use the floo powder back to my shop.
We got back to the shop safely. I look at Arya seems a little off. Maybe because of dead loved ones. Suddenly something clicked on my mind. I have an idea to make the sad face disappear. It's still early and the night is clear. "Arya. I want to show you something. Follow me" I held her palm and she followed me upstairs.
(A/N: Sorry for the very late updates. It just that I have exams coming up and I just finished them. So yeah. enjoy.)
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