Sparks Fly || A George Weasley Story

Year 5: Never "Just" Anything

George's POV:

There were very few times in my life that I can say I've been truly scared, but this one definitely deserves a spot at the top of the list. People always said that your fight or flight response kicks in during these situations, so why wasn't I able to move?

My hands shook by my sides as my feet stayed firmly planted on the ground in front of me. I had my wand, but could I even do anything with it? Could I even reach it?

Both options seemed unlikely.

I was stiff as a board, staring an early death directly in the face. A death, that had previously disguised itself as the friend of the girl who I was in love with. The girl that I'd followed out here and was now very worried about her whereabouts in hopes that she was nowhere in the area. If I was going to die, there was no reason to take her down with me.

Heather's eyes landed on me, lips curled back to reveal two rows of razor sharp teeth, drool dripping from her chin. However, I found something pulling my attention away from her, surprising I know. Finding a distraction in a life or death situation is something only a Weasley could do.

"George!" It was Juniper, standing slightly behind Heather where a large dog had stood, pointing towards the nearby woods, "RUN!"

Heather whipped around on Juniper who took off running in the opposite direction from the trees, giving me plenty of time to run like she'd told me too. But I couldn't do that, not without her. I wasn't going to let her throw herself into the arms of death to save me. I'm not even that important of a person. I'd understand if it were Fudge or her siblings, but I'm just George, and she was far more important than I am.

She has never been, just Juniper.

She's always been so much more than that.

Juniper Clemonte, trick riding Hufflepuff. Juniper, the smartest girl in our year. June, my best friend. Juni, the girl I care about more than anything, especially in moments like this.

She was brave and strong and smart, things that I should be, but found myself falling short with time after time. Juni was open and free and kind, all the things people thought I was. Juniper could juggle a million things at once and make it look as easy as taking a walk through the park. She flings herself off of brooms and in front of werewolves just as gracefully as she balances stacks of books in the library. She was everything all at once, and it was a lovely, beautiful, intoxicating mess.

So, I decided that now would be a great time to actually use the long legs I had attached to me, and finally be the one saving her.

I finally regained use of my arms, and pulled my wand from my back pocket, brandishing it in front of me like a sword. A strong, hearty battle cry erupted from my throat as I raced after the two girls, my heart beating in time with my feet slamming into the ground. There was only one thought running through my mind, and that was that I would give my life for Juniper in this moment if I had to. I was going to do whatever it took to keep Juniper safe.

Heather spun around to face me, and my heart sank. What spells could I use against a werewolf? Merlin, I wished I paid attention in class more often...

But, whether I had my few books smarts with me or not, I knew that I had to do something and I had to do something now. So, I stook a deep breath, steadied myself, and prepared for the worst.

"Incarcerous!" I shouted, hoping this binding spell would work, how lovely would it be for the first spell I tried against a very angry werewolf be the one that worked?