Mayhem - G.Weasley

44. I know you

George was thrown to his knees, his arms tied behind his back.

It had all gone down in a blur. He remembered Ginny trying to talk to them, but the blonde centaur wouldn't listen. She strung them up so quickly, they didn't have any time to respond.

So there they sat as the sun went down, on their knees with knives to their throats. Once the centaurs started to gather around, George had hoped they might step in and save them. That this group holding pointed weapons at them were radical.

But his hope diminished when he saw none of them had any remorse.

He tried to get to his feet, he had to explain. He had to save his friends and family. He had brought them here. He wasn't even thinking when he rushed in the forest.

"George stop." It was Hermione who cried out. She was afraid they'd kill him for even standing. He was knocked back to the ground in an instant.

A centaur with long braided hair looked at George funny. It appeared that he was mouthing George's name, almost like he was trying to remember something. Then he realized something important, his face in a state of shock as he galloped away.

"You have trespassed on our territory." Their captor announced. Her voice showed nothing other than malice towards them.

"Please we didn't mean to. We were just looking for our friend." Hermione pleaded. Despite their situation, no one shed a tear.

"Does not matter." The female centaur chuckled.

"Please. We just want to know if you've seen her. Then we'll leave immediately and never come back." Ginny spoke as her hands struggled against the bindings.

"She's got black and white hair. And two different colored eyes." Hermione started.

"Perfectly round lips, sharp cheekbones, the most beautiful as-"

"Fred." George growled at his brother. At his tone, the knife was pressed a little harder into his neck. He hissed as he stopped moving entirely.

"Eliana!" A commanding voice appeared. "What is the meaning of this?"

A middle-aged, ruggedly handsome centaur pushed his way to the front.

"They were caught trespassing." Eliana explained angrily.

"Please we're looking for our friend." Harry tried his plea this time.

A brief flash of recognition crossed his features before they schooled into neutrality.

"We didn't know." Fred lied.

They knew damn well this was centaur territory, they were just hoping things would have gone differently. That they would have been more understanding.

Eliana raised her hand, ready to give the order to execute them. And George couldn't tell if this male centaur was going to stop her.

"WAIT."

George stopped breathing. Could it be he was imagining things?

"Please Aramis."

And then he saw her. The last of the suns rays were hitting her, giving her an angelic glow. She looked so enchanting George had forgotten how to start breathing.

Her clothes were a bit disheveled, torn short along her arms and legs. There was a thin layer of dirt covering her face. And her hair was a bit frizzy.

But nonetheless, she still looked beautiful. It was as if nothing could ever change that. No amount of dirt, or dishevelment, could deter her beauty.

Behind her was Shadow, who had appeared to have grown twice as large since George last saw him. The cat seemed to be as fearsome as ever. And behind them was that same braided centaur. The only one who looked conflicted. George didn't pay much attention to him, his focus was solely on his cactus.