Never Alone || Harry Potter || George Weasley

Chapter Two•

Chapter Two - Poor Potter

Harry and I sat down on the couches while Sirius was talking to Harry. Every time I moved, Harry would flinch. Finally Sirius caught on, "Harry, what on Earth did Moonette do to you?" Harry glanced over at me and my eyes narrowed to slits. Like a good boy, Harry fessed up,

"I was almost late for our meeting and Marcelline was worried...and angry." Sirius let out a knowing hum and shook his head. A warm smile found its way onto his lips, but didn't quite reach his eyes, "Harry..You should know by now that your mother had a very fiery temper and Moonette, being almost exactly like her has one as well," Sirius paused to let out a dry laugh, "I learned that the hard way with Lily as you learned it the hard way with Moonette." A blush crept up to my cheeks as it always did whenever someone compared me to my mother. I always felt as though I wasn't good enough to be compared to my mother and Harry felt the same when being compared to our father. It's just a trait that we both have.

Sirius opened his mouth to speak, but Harry and I snapped our heads to the stairs when we heard someone descending down them, "Sirius, you need to go now!" But before we had even told him, his head has gone and only the golden embers of the fire remained. I let out a sigh of relief that Sirius had left in time, but that realization I had began to feel suddenly vanished when I saw who had wandered in. The one and only Ronald Weasely himself. My insides rolled with anger. I may be a different person from my brother, but when someone accuses him, I find myself being angry with that person as well. Harry stiffened beside me and I rested a hand on his arm, but he jerk away from it and stood up abruptly.

"Who were you talking to?" He said.

"What's that got to do with you?" Harry snarled. "What are you doing down here at this time of night?" I shot a glare at Ron and he shifted.

"I just wondered where you - " Ron broke off, shrugging. "Nothing I'm going back to bed."

Harry opened his mouth to say something back and I rolled my eyes. Everything could've been done and done right there, but my brother also had a temper and it's gotten worse of late.

"Just thought you'd come nosing around, did you?" Harry shouted. Idiot.

"Sorry about that," Ron said, his face beginning to turn red like it always did when he was angry, "Should've realised you didn't want to be disturbed. I'll let you get on with practicing for you next interview in peace."

Harry fumed and snatched one of the POTTER REALLY STINKS badges and threw it full force at Ron and it hit him square in the forehead. I internally groaned.

"There you go," Harry said, "Something for you to wear on Tuesday. You might even have a scar now, if you're lucky...That's what you want, isn't it?" With that Harry stormed right past Ron and up the stairs. Ron stood there for a bit and looked over at me. I narrowed my eyes and sat down on one of the couches again. After a while, I heard Ron walk back up to bed. My nerves were now going even crazier than they were whenever Harry was almost late. I really just needed someone to vent to, but in all honesty I had nothing to vent about, I'm just unnecessarily angry.

                                                                         ~Later~

It felt as though I had eaten something rotten as I sat in the stands with Hermione, Fred, and George. My heart was going unhealthily fast and I couldn't imagine how Harry felt, being the next one to face his dragon. The Hungarian Horntail if I'm not mistaken...Quite mean too. Oh Harry...please be safe. Someone nudged me and I looked wearily to my right to see George smiling at me.