ANNA'S POV:
I woke slowly, wrapped in my soft, warm blanket. My hair was a tousled mess, and in my hand, I still clutched the little box Oliver had given me, as if even in sleep I couldn’t let go of the weight of yesterday. Despite the comfort of my bed, sleep had been anything but peaceful. My mind had been haunted all night by Darla’s words, sharp, lingering, echoing long after I’d left Hogwarts. Even now, the memory of our conversation twisted in my chest, refusing to let me rest.
Chocolate was curled up at the edge of my bed, breathing softly, completely unaware of the storm inside my heart. My stomach suddenly growled loudly, reminding me that I hadn’t touched dinner last night. I was starving.
I brushed my teeth, tied my hair, dressed, and made my way downstairs. The familiar warmth of home wrapped around me instantly. Dad sat at the table, hidden behind the Daily Prophet, and Mum stood at the stove, humming softly as she fried eggs.
"Good morning, Mum. Good morning, Dad", I said, settling down and pouring myself a glass of pumpkin juice.
"Morning, sweetheart", Dad leaned over and kissed my cheek.
"Good morning, honey", Mum smiled tenderly and set a plate before me—sausages, eggs, toast, everything that tasted like comfort. "How are you feeling?".
"Fit as a fiddle", I replied with a smile, even though my heart felt anything but.
"I came to wake you for dinner last night", Mum said gently. "But you were fast asleep… and you looked so peaceful. I didn’t want to disturb you".
Her voice softened. "Anna, darling… is everything alright? You seemed troubled yesterday. And you haven’t been sleeping well, have you?", Her eyes searched mine, worried, motherly, loving.
"Mum, everything’s fine", I lied so smoothly I almost believed myself. "Just the prefect duties messing up my routine",
Dad folded his paper and looked at me carefully. "Remus told us about your boggart. Why didn’t you tell us, Anna?".
The words hung in the air, heavy and quiet. I dropped my gaze to my plate, pressing my fork into the eggs just to avoid their eyes.
"Anna", Mum reached forward, her voice softening even more, "you are the most important thing in the world to us. Your Dad and I—we love you. And we will always be here for you. Always",
Dad nodded with that warm smile that always made me feel small and safe. "We love you so much, sweetheart".
"I love you too", I whispered.
Just as Mum was pouring tea, an owl suddenly crashed through the window and straight into the cereal bowl.
"Errol! Oh Merlin", I scooped him up at once, shaking my head with a laugh as he blinked, dazed. I took the letter from his beak and rewarded him with a few treats before he flapped away.
"Is it from George?", Mum asked, smirking knowingly.
"Yes", I muttered, unable to hide my smile as I excused myself to the living room.
I sat on the couch, heart fluttering just a little, and opened the envelope.
Dearest Anna,
I hope you’re feeling better at home. When I woke up and remembered I wouldn’t see you at breakfast, I thought I should send you an owl.
I just want you to know that I really, really miss you, and I can’t wait to see you on Christmas at the Burrow. We’ll be home by Hogwarts Express tomorrow. See you in three days.
Give my regards to Mr. and Mrs. Mcxandra.
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More Than Heart Could Desire 《 A George Weasley Love Story 》
FanfictionAnna Jane Mcxandra, a bright witch. She goes to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry at the age of eleven and meets the Weasley twins. Eventually she becomes best friends with them and at the start of 5th year realises that she have feelings f...
