My Best Friend George Weasley ~ Year Two

Chapter Eleven

Chapter 11:

~Fred~

                I knew what Echo was, but it was still hard for me to understand. The thought that she could read my emotions was hard for me. Still, she was my friend and I now know about her powers. I hated that she kept them from me for so long, but told George. I was hurt really. I thought I was her friend as much as George.

                “So in your dream, you died?” George asked.

                We were in abandoned classroom. While George sat calmly talking to Echo, I paced the room. From time to time I glanced at the map to make sure no one was coming.

                “Yes,” she told him. “What I felt in there…I keep feeling it. Like in the woods. I felt terrified, and like something is after me.”

                “So you read its aura?” I asked.

                “No, Fred, it was different, I just felt it.”

                “But I thought you read auras.”

                “I do, but –“

                “But it’s much more complicated than that,” George finished for her.

                My eyes narrowed. “Oh and you would know everything about it, wouldn’t you George! After all she has been telling you about it for years, while you two were probably laughing behind my bad about my emotions.”

                I regretted my words as soon as they came out. Echo’s face fell and she looked away from me. I cursed myself for hurting her feelings. She was the nicest person I have ever met. Maybe her powers were the reasons that she was so kind. After all she could read what someone could feel, she knew how to mold herself to their feelings. The thought scared me a bit.

                “Fred, we never talked behind your back about how you felt,” George snapped standing up and looking at me. “Echo doesn’t tell what people are feeling. She won’t even tell us what color our aura is.”

                I turned so I did not have to look at her any more. I was afraid any moment she would cry, though typically she was not a crier unless she felt betrayed or scared.

                “I am sorry Fred,” she said softly. “I should have told you what I could do. I was just so scared you would hate me because of it. When George found out he acted weird for a few days, and some days he still does. I know it is hard, and I know it is a curse. I tried to get rid of it. Over the summer I went to the first of my kind, Nicholas Flamel, but they said I could not.”

                “Echo, why didn’t you tell us about this?” George asked.

                “I hate what I am Fred,” she said ignoring George’s question, and I heard her get to her feet. “I wish I wasn’t this…this thing. My powers are something I don’t understand, but I know it can be used for bad. I also believe it can be used for good. So, Fred, since I cannot get rid of these powers then I promise you I will find a good use for them. And I won’t use them on you. When I do read someone’s emotions, it is usually because the emotions are so strong that I can’t block them. They are so powerful Fred.”

                I nodded. “I know. I am sorry that it is hard for you, but it was hard for me to discover this about you.” I turned to face her. She was looking at me with worry, and I began to wonder what she was feeling. “People don’t like what they are feeling known to people. I am only a person.”