Redhead || George x reader || y/n Lestrange

Chapter 54

Note: just real quick, again, there will be some inaccuracies in this chapter that differ from the books and movies. Ignore it <3

You were lying, face first, on the wet grass. The air was cool on your skin as it breezed across. Everything was so loud, so heavy, that eventually it felt like you were suspended upon nothing. like you were floating so far above the world, so close to release, you could almost close your eyes and let in embrace you.

But you couldn't. Not yet.

You shot your eyes open in a panic.

Everything in your body was feeling as though it was shutting down. Everything felt old and tired, used and sore. More than half of that feeling was simply your exhaustion. The blurry visions that bounced back and forth in your head were beginning to take shape. Figures gained detail and panic began to set in again.

You whipped your arms out from their folded state and lifted your torso off the grass. Quickly, you rose to your feet. Your eyes were wide with panic, yet collected enough to scan for your comrades. However, where Harry and Cedric should have been, stood the silhouette of your mother. Ratty and disheveled, dark and predatory was her gaze.

You took many uneven breaths before you could muster a sentence.

"You've gotten soft, mummy." You exhaled on a quick breath. A smirk almost befell your face, but all the muscles throughout your body were so heavy you has no energy left to lift them.

The ratty silhouette of your mother took one step, then another, then another toward you. She had her wand at the ready.

She looked the same as she always had. Eager. Wether it was a total stranger or her own daughter, she was always more than excited to text out her new tricks. You new her face so well, and yet the one she wore that moment was if something else entirely.

Eager, yes. More than ready to do what was necessary, but that was never new. That evening, something was missing.

She always wore a large smirk across her face. She always had a misshapen grin that slid across her cheeks at the first thought of prey, but on this cold evening she bore an entirely different look.

It was a growl. An open mouthed, desperate, angry, hungry clenched jaw. The kind you could only see on the hungriest of predators. That look shook you to your core. You felt like prey in a way that you never had before. In a way that chilled your spine and froze your fingers.

She unclenched her jaw to release some loose words,

"I miss the girl you were." The held her jaw to the sky as she could nearly look down on you.

The words came at you like icy daggers. She didn't miss you. She never cared. And in that exact moment was the first you and ever bothered to think you deserved someone who would.

You lifted your head to the sky, your wand to her neck.

"You never knew the girl I was."

             _________________________

"HARRY!" You yelled from across the wet field.

You desperately ran to him, waving your right hand to the direction of the port key.

Harry was frozen over top of a figure, looking down at something. His eyes were locked onto it.

As you stepped closer and closer, you realized what it was. Your steps got slower as you approached Cedric, lying still on the ground.

You held your breath frozen as you looked down at his face, frozen with terror, but not regret. Very quickly you turned your head again at the sound of ruffling.

"Harry we have to go." You grabbed his arm and pulled him to the trophy, which lied on the ground only metres away from you three.

"We can't just-" he whipped his head to you, tears forming down his cheeks.

"If we can carry him, he can come." You dropped Harry's hand to pick up Cedrics legs with both your arms. Harry immediately, gently and kindly picked up Cedric from his shoulders and ran with him toward the trophy.

You were both running so fast, so shakily that you tripped and fell only inches away from the trophy. You sat on the ground, gathered yourself quickly and pulled Cedric a couple more inches.

You looked Harry into his desperate and glossy eyes, gently asking him to place his hand into the port key. You picked up Cedrics hand and held it tight, before you all held the trophy in relative victory to return home.