The Foreigner {Fred Weasley x OC}

14.

 "-Get her out of here. It's not safe for the students-"

"-Having this in the school, Albus. It put everyone at risk-"

"-Don't take her to the hospital wing. Bring her to my office-"

My body feels lifeless as it floats off the floor. The washroom looks a lot brighter than I remember. Then I notice the gaping hole in the wall of the school that leads directly outside, letting daylight shine in. My mind is fogged as to what just happened. I was in Defence Against the Dark Arts and then I was in the washroom. Now I'm here, floating.

"-Charlie! Where are you taking her? What happened?!-"

"-What was that sound?-"

"-Who is that?-"

My weightless body floats through the halls and into Dumbledore's office and into the squashy seat in front of his desk. I feel the weight return to my body and all of the pain and soreness that comes with it.

I feel my eyes water as I try to speak. My throat is sore and it's difficult to make a sound over the commotion that the Professors are having, "What's wrong with me?" I manage to croak out.

All of their heads snap in my direction as if they had forgotten I was there. Not one of them makes a move to answer my question.

"Please." Tears spill out from my eyes, "I want to know the truth... My parents..." I can't get the rest of my sentence out before choking on my tears.

"Your parents are dead, Ms Green. By now you must know that." Dumbledore says in a more serious tone than usual.

I can't catch a breath between my sobs and my throat hurts as tears spill from my eyes. They all watch me breaking down before them, not knowing what to do with me.

I can hear the office door slam open behind me, "Where is she?!" Followed by rushed footsteps, "Charlie!" I can smell the mildew and cigarette smoke on his coat as he hugs me.

I slowly lift my arms up and wrap them around his back, sobbing into his shoulder. He pushes me back for a moment and I'm able to see his scarred face filled with distress, "Are you okay, Charlie?"

I shake my head as more tears fall. Nightwell hugs me again as he addresses the Professors, "What happened? You promised she would be safe!"

"Boggart." Lupin replies, "I never would have let her near it if I had known."

Nightwell pulls away from me with rage, "You didn't tell them!" He shouts at Dumbledore. The Headmaster remains collected, "No need to shout, Clarence. I had hopes that Ms Green's condition would improve and there would be no need for anyone to ever know. Telling them would have created a bias against her. I did not want that."

"You didn't want that?!" Nightwell spits, "Did you want her to blow up? Because that's what you got because of your negligence!"

"I understand your anger, Clarence. But now is not the time." Dumbledore looks at me, "Do you know what you are, Charlotte?"

"I don't know what's going on." My lip quivers.

"Yes, there is much you don't know."

"I don't want you to take my memories again." I wipe the tears from my cheeks, "I want to know everything."

"That would put everyone here at Hogwarts at risk. Do you understand that?"

Nightwell steps in front of me protectively, "You're not taking her memories again." He warns, "Don't you think you've done enough harm."

"If that is Charlotte's choice. I will obey it." Dumbledore replies. I peek my head around Nightwell who is clearly still fuming, "I want to keep my memories." I take a deep breath, "And I want all of the memories back that you took."