CaraMia | Fred Weasley

E I G H T E E N

About half an hour or so later i was feeling much better from the potion that Madame Pomfrey had given me, it was around six thirty in the morning so barely anyone was awake yet.

I was laying in the infirmary bed thinking about how i was a fool for drinking that last night, shuddering at the thought of what those boys might have done.

Suddenly i heard a familar voice the other side of me.

'Morning love' Fred said, smiling sadly as he sat on the chair next to me.

I smiled weakly, vaguely remembering seeing him before i blacked out last night.

'Hey Fred' I replied, sitting up in the bed.

'How you feeling?' He asked, his eyes seemingly full of worry.

'I'm okay, they said its mostly all out of my system now' I told him.

I glanced at his hand, every knuckle was shades of blue and red, small incisions scattered over his fist.

'What happened to you?' I asked him, my eyes widening.

He pursed his lips, clearly trying to come up with a lie but he wasnt fast enough.

'Really?' I asked, fighting a smile.

He nodded slowly.

I sighed 'Thank you' I told him quietly, him winking subtly in reply.

Just as he did that i noticed Jules, George and lee making a dramatic entrance, racing in here out of breath.

I shared at the with wide eyes, raising an eyebrow.

'I'm pretty sure your dads here' Jules said, very seriously.

I leant my head forward.

'What?' I replied, taken by surprise.

'He's so angry, we saw a pretty sexy, middle aged guy storming through the halls with McGonagall heading the Dumbledore's office' Lee added.

'Sexy? Thats my dad your talking about Lee' I laughed weakly.

'Anyway, atleast he's here so those cunts will get what they deserve' George said, smiling sadly.

I knew that what those three boys had coming would be a lot worse than any of these guys thought, now that my father was here i was worried for what he might do.

There's a secret that my family have, that no one knows of here and i certainly didn't want it coming out.

'They sure will' I muttered under my breath.

After ten minutes or so of chatting with the group, i heard an all too familiar voice.

'No, i wont hear of it, these boys will be punished as criminals in a court not as delinquent school boys!' My father exclaimed in a heavy Italian accent as he walked into the infirmary, the headmaster and McGonagall trailing behind him.

His gaze and angry expression softened as soon as he saw me.

'la mia bella ragazza' (my beautiful girl) He said to me, sitting on the bed beside me and hugging me tightly.

Even though the circumstances were not ideal, the one thing i had missed most was my father and his presence. His woody and expensive scent and warm embrace made me feel like a little girl again, looking up to my father like he was the most amazing man, and he still was and always would be to me.

I tucked my head into his chest, feeling emotional and anxious of what was to come and what had happened last night.

'Prometto, principessa, che i ragazzi che hanno fatto questo si prenderanno cura di me, lascia fare a me, mia cara' (I promise princess, the boys who did this will be taken care of, leave it to me, my darling)

I looked up at him, his hand wiping a stray tear that had snuck out off my cheek.

'Freds already taken care of that Papá' I said softly, nodding to the red haired boy and his bruised hand.

My father raised an eyebrow, turning to look at him.

'You dealt with them?' He asked him, his tone serious.

Fred hesitated 'Yeah' He said, clearly feeling quite awkward.

My father pulled his fist up, examining it, his gaze still focused and serious until he let go of it, looking up and smiling.

'This' He started, turning to the Professors.

'This is the type of student you need more of' He grinned, pointing to Fred.

I laughed softly, finding my fathers reaction rather entertaining.

'Mr Giovanni, i understand your frustration and we have decided that all three boys will be suspended for three weeks and this incident will be added to their records' McGonagall spoke out.

My father raised his eyebrows 'Suspended? Thats all?' He said, disgust laced in his tone.

'We must note that the three students who were involved didn't get as far as we are assuming' Snape joined in, causing my father to scoff and wave his hands in the professors face.

'And what if this young man didn't intervene?' He asked aggressively.

Snape went to interject but i stopped him.

'Papá, three weeks is fine, I doubt they would ever try anything again, i just need this to be over' I told him, knowing that i would be able to ease his anger.

His gaze softened once again.

'If these boys bother my daughter ever again, i will not hesitate deal with these pigs myself' He said clearly.

A few hours had passed by, my father had stayed with me the whole time, catching up and spending some missed time together.

'Are your sure your okay my darling?' He asked me, stroking my cheek.

I nodded, sighing 'I am Papá, it was just a shock' I told him, not wanting him to worry any more than he was.

His eyes flashed down for a second.

'This hasn't brought back any reminders of what happened earlier this year has it?' He asked me, his hand gripping mine softly.

I looked down to where he was holding my hand, my memories resurfacing of when my fathers ex-business partner took revenge on him through me.

I blinked them away, not wanting to think about that right now.

'It has, but im okay... nothing happened like that last night' I told him.

'Your so strong mi amore' He replied.