Seemingly Poetic (Bill Weasley story)

Chapter Fifteen

       Two days had passed quickly, and four o'clock had come before Christabel knew it. She was standing in Dumbledore's office with Amara, Fred, and George, waiting for Dumbledore to give them floo powder. Fred and George had taken Christabel and Amara's things, since they knew it would be too hard for Christabel to handle with her daughter.

"Are you all ready?" Dumbledore asked, as he grabbed a box full of floo powder.

"As I'll ever be," Christabel murmured, feeling her nerves build up in her stomach.

      Grabbing a handful of floo powder, George went first. He shouted "The Burrow" before he disappeared in green flames. Next, Fred ushered for Christabel to go with Amara. Christabel held Amara to her; keeping her face hidden in her neck to shield it, before she did as George had first, Fred following close behind her.

      George caught her and Amara, before they stood and waited for Fred to appear. As soon as Fred appeared, the trio heard noise from the kitchen.

"That would be Mum," Fred commented, a smile on his face.

"C'mon, Bel, it's now or never," George said, as he wrapped his arm around Christabel's and lead her towards the kitchen.

"Fred! George!" Mrs Weasley exclaimed, as soon as she seen the twins.

"Hey, Mum!" They exclaimed as well, hugging their mother.

       After Mrs Weasley stopped hugging her sons, she turned towards the platinum blonde girl with a smile, her face masking the confusion she felt when she seen the baby in the girl's arms.

"You must be Christabel Malfoy," She said, as she pulled the girl into a hug.

"Yes, but you can call me Bel or Chrissy, I much prefer those instead of Christabel," She answered, and the woman nodded.

"Of course, dear, and who's this beautiful little girl?" Mrs Weasley asked, looking down at Amara.

"This is my daughter, Amara," Christabel answered, grimacing when she seen the surprise on Mrs Weasley's face.

"Daughter?" Mrs Weasley chimed, no emotion really evident on her face other than surprise.

"Yes, and I'm sorry that the twins never told you about her. I completely understand if you'd rather not let us stay anymore--" Christabel began, before Mrs Weasley cut her off.

"No, I still want you both to stay. The twins have talked so highly of you. You seem to be the reason they haven't gotten into much trouble this year, and for that I am grateful," She said, offering a seat to Christabel,"Who's Amara's father, if you don't mind me asking?" Mrs Weasley asked, watching a frown etch it's way on Christabel's face.

"I don't know,"She began, as Mrs Weasley's eyes grew wide,"I didn't sleep with a random guy and get pregnant, I was attacked during break last year. When I found out I was pregnant, my father demanded I got rid of the baby. When I refused, he kicked me out of the house. I went and stayed at Hogwarts, until I was given the chance to graduate early. Mcgonagall believes I'm going to graduate, meaning I won't be able to stay at Hogwarts anymore, so the twins offered me a place here with Amara," Christabel explained, and Mrs Weasley nodded.

"I'm so sorry that happened to you, dear. I hope they find out who did it," She commented, and Christabel shrugged.

"I love Amara, so I'm not going to cause too much of a panic over it. All I know about my attacker is that he was a Slytherin, older than us I believe. I think he was a pure blood," Christabel said, and Mrs Weasley frowned slightly.

"You're not--" Mrs Weasley began, caushing Christabel to shake her head.

"No, I'm not blood prejudice. Matter of fact, I'm against most of my father's ideals," Christabel answered, causing Mrs Weasley to shine a relieved smile.

"Good, I'm glad. I'm happy the twins offered you a place to stay. You and Amara are more than welcome to stay here for as long as you want. You can be a part of the family," Mrs Weasley commented, and Christabel smiled.

     Christabel never really felt like a part of her family when she was at the Malfoy Manor. She knew her father hated her, even if he didn't openly say it to anyone. He would never tell anyone that he hated one of his children, even if he wanted to do so. Her mother forbade him from hating them, or openly hating them, no matter how much he wanted to.

"You'll take Bill's old room. George will bring yours and Amara's things up there. Fred will show you to the room later. For now, I want you two to have a good meal and relax," Mrs Weasley said, and Christabel smiled.

"Would you like some help cooking, Mrs Weasley?" Christabel asked, causing Mrs Weasley to shake her head.

"No, not right now, dear. When the rest get back from Hogwarts in a few days, I'll let you help me in the kitchen. For now, it's all about you and Amara relaxing and getting use to the Burrow," Mrs Weasley answered, as she began to cook.

"Mum, when is Dad going to be home?" Fred asked, as he sat next to Christabel.

"He'll be home in a couple of hours. He's been working extra hours since the incident during the Triwizard Tournament," Mrs Weasley said, as she looked over at her son.

      Christabel hoped Mr Weasley would accept her like Mrs Weasley had, but she wasn't going to push her luck. She didn't want to make him hate her by being overly nice either. She knew she hated people who were too nice, so she wasn't going to be one of those people. As she thought about the Weasley family, she wondered how Bill Weasley would feel knowing she and Amara took his old room. She wondered where he would stay if he came home. She also wondered if he and Charlie would like her, since she was a friend of the twins' and she was living in their home. She didn't care much for Percy's opinion, since the twins had told her he was a prat. She just hoped she wasn't hated by any Weasley or Weasley family friend...

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A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter. I wasn't sure how to make the interaction between Christabel and Mrs Weasley not seem so awkward, but I guess this is the only way for it to be.

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