Mayhem - G.Weasley

56. Homecoming

George had fallen asleep with the book in his arms. Despite all the trouble it has caused him internally, he didn't think he could let it out of his sight again. It was like he was given a second chance. And he wasn't going to mess it up this time.

He couldn't even begin to describe the relief he felt when he tripped over the book at the Owelry.

He was sure Isaac thought him to be a madman as he had snatched the book from the ground and ran all the way back to his dorm. He had skimmed through every page, making sure it was all there.

And it was.

George had fallen asleep peacefully with the book close to his chest. He had dreamt of the Burrow back home.

He sat at the head of the table with all of his friends around him. George had made some cheesy speech that made everyone smile. When he was done he took a sip of his butterbeer. When he set his glass down, a thin hand rested on his arm and gave him a gentle squeeze.

He gazed to his right to the owner of the hand. Ivy looked regal in an emerald low cut silk gown. She wore the brightest smile as she stared into his eyes.

Even in his dream, he felt his heart stop. A smile like that could get her any man she wanted. A smile like that could take down the world.

But she looked at him with that smile.

George leaned across the table to kiss her.

When he pulled back, her face had morphed into shock. Her emerald gown disappeared and was replaced with clothes nearly torn and shredded to bits. She had shadows curled behind her, and her arms were flailing. Almost like she was falling.

He stumbled back from her.

George searched around him to see if any of his friends saw this, but they had disappeared along with the Burrow. Instead of his home, he saw a cliffside with a river at the bottom. He watched as her body toppled over the side.

He rushed towards the cliff's edge and peered over, calling out her name.

As if in slow motion, she descended towards the bottom, one hand reaching out to him. Begging for George to save her. His arm shot out towards her.

Their fingertips just barely grazed one another as he wasn't fast enough to grab hold of her. He could only watch as she plummeted to the bottom.

Just as he was sure her body hit the racing river beneath the cliffside, he woke.

His body hurtled forward as he was covered in sweat. He was panting for some reason, unable to catch his breath. Why did he continue to have nightmares about her? He couldn't help but wonder if she was in danger. If all of these dreams were a sign.

He had half a mind to race into the forest and drag her back here. If she is even still there.

He'd become his own search party.

"Maybe I am going mad." George whispered aloud.

He tried to respect her decision to leave. . . but it had hurt him. And it was hard for him to forgive.

Dumbledore said she'd be back, but he had a hard time believing it. It was so easy for her to leave. Even after George and his friends welcomed her into their group with open arms. Created a spot, just for her.

Only for Ivy to abandon it, as if their friendship meant nothing to her.

Now George wasn't below having flings with girls, or one night stands. He could admit that to himself. But this wasn't a fling with Ivy.