The Story of The First Forest

Weasley C and Home

 The Gryffindor common room was destroyed, the bright sky shown through. I sighed and waved my hand. The boulders disappeared from the room. I walked in and looked around. I took out my wand and used it for extra strength. I brought most of the rubble back to the wall, stacking them. With another wave, they were solidified into place. I looked around and straightened up the couch and chairs. Estella walked down some stairs and smiled.

"Hey," she said softly. I turned and smiled softly. Her black hair was pulled into a loose ponytail with a few strands out, framing her face.

"Hey," she walked to me and hugged me tightly. I felt most of the oxygen leave me.

"Thanks for sticking around," I hugged her back, shaking from my shock.

"I will always be here for you," we pulled away and smiled. Her green eyes sparkled surrounded by her pale skin and black hair. 

"This war was crazy," she said staring at the hole above us. I nodded.

"Yeah, I don't even know the half of it," I said. She smiled at me.

"I'll help you. Taurus will help, Harry will help," she sighed. "I can't believe I almost lost him," she sighed. I didn't know about Harry's almost death. I was too consumed with Sage. Nora and I were with her as the crowd left for the courtyard.

"I can't believe I didn't know," she shrugged.

"I have to go meet Oliver and help with the Quidditch pitch, see you tomorrow?" I nodded and she left. I fixed the last bit of the roof and sighed falling to the couch. I waved my hand and the fire ignited. I watched the flames dance. 

The fire was cracking and mesmerizing. My worries disappeared for a moment as the fire danced. Then the couch weighed down next to me and I glanced over at Charlie Weasley. My breath caught and I looked away. I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks. He was clean-shaven, with hair long but not long enough to need a ponytail. I looked straight at the fire as I felt his gaze.

"Hey Kait," he said. I cringed as an unexplainable anger overcame me.

"Shouldn't you be calling me Kaitlyn or Forest?" I asked, coldly. I stood. "Considering the last time we spoke St. James would be more appropriate," I said, waving my arms. He stood and walked to me. I folded my arms and turned my shoulder.

"Actually, considering the last time we spoke, I should be calling you love," he said, sorrow in his voice. My blood ran cold and a flame lit in my heart. I turned around angry.

"I tried Charlie," I said, letting all my emotions through my words. "I tried so hard to keep you close but I could only do so much," I cried. His eyes were filled with regret and pain. 

"I wrote, I visited, I tried and it never seemed like you did," I said and turned around, covering my mouth with a hand to cover the sound of my weak cries. I was better than this yet here I was, closing my eyes to escape his deep blue ones.

"I made some big mistakes when it came to you, Kaitlyn," he started. "But the biggest mistake I made was to let you go," his hand reached for mine and I let him take it, keeping my back to him. "Kaitlyn, I meant it when I said I had our future planned out but now I'm realizing that I don't know your future," he tugged my arm and I turned around looking at my feet. "So I want you to tell me, so I can see where I fit in," a hand lifted my chin and then our eyes met--green on blue.

I jumped into his arms, unable to control myself. I loved Charlie Weasley and Lyra was right, I never stopped. He hugged me around my waist, lightly lifting me. I stood on my toes to reach around his shoulders. He grew, I didn't. He swayed us back and forth. I buried my face in his neck, breathing him in. Fire, grass, and his cologne.