The mask, George Weasley x Pheonix Spark

The Funeral Part 1

Pheonix pov

I stare at my reflection in the mirror, I have puffy eyes, a cut on my forehead and dried blood splattered across my face. The Cruciatus  Curse was worse than it usually was, my brother was mourning, he was angry, sad, and depressed, my parents had loved him because he got into Slytherin at Hogwarts, I got into a different school so I'm not good enough for them, it's been like that since first year, I got a howler the first time the owls came, nice welcome to first year ain't it? I tried to stand up to them but... it was hard, every time I mad even the smallest of slips, boom, curse, curse, curse, I didn't  dare tell anyone about it because if I do I knew for a fact Mother and Father will be arrested, sent to court, and maybe even Azkaban. Greg couldn't take that, he loved them, bless him, he's never been the same since they left.  I don't usually cry when I'm tortured as it brings them to much joy but last week I couldn't handle it, Greg's best  friend, Calum has just died, killed by the dark lord they say, thing is... me and Cal, we were close, very close, like intimate close. When we got the news that not a week after his graduation had passed, he had died, I snapped...

Greg POV 

"I HATE THIS! ALL OF THIS! I HATE THIS HOUSE, THIS BLOODY WAND! THIS LIFE! I WISH! I WISH!" I heard Phe's voice hitch, "I wish I was a muggle. I WISH I WAS A GOSH DARN MUGGLE! THEN I WOULDN'T HAVE TO  PUT UP WITH THIS! NO BLOOMING MAGIC! NO BLOOMING CURSES! AND NO BLOOMING VOLDEMORT!" I had flinched when she said his name, I didn't know why she had snapped yet, I wish I never found out, she had crouched low on the ground now, Daily Prophet in her hand, she was sobbing, screaming, she looked like she was in real pain, it had hurt me to see her that way so I had bent down next to her and asked her slowly.

"Phe, what's the matter?" 

"Hh...he..he's d...dead." She hiccuped through tears.

"Who is?" I said pulling her into a hug.

"V...Voldemort...he killed him." I winced

"Who? Who did he kill?" I whispered in her ear.

"N...No...you...no you...you can't." She was choking on her tears now.

"Pheonix Spark," I had a said so confidently. " I can handle another death, I've heard of, even witnessed deaths before, I can handle this," she looked at me rather sceptically. "Trust me." I said.

"H...he k...killed Ca...c...Cam... he killed Cam." She burst into tears again. I remember the cool sensation that washed over me, it's like I had been dunked in cold water, I remember getting up and walking upstairs, I remember how it felt realising Cam was dead, I had shared so many laughs, so many memories with him, he was my best friend.

"G...Greg I'm sor.." she said when I had reached the top of the staircase, but I cut her off by saying sharply

"How long!?"

"W...what"

"HOW LONG WERE YOU GOING TO MAKE ME WAIT UNTIL YOU TOLD ME! UNTIL I TRIED TO INVITE HIM OVER!"

"I wasn't...I didn't want to..."

"NO!NO!" I was gasping for air now. "YOU! YOU ARE HORRIBLE! HORRIBLE! MUM AND DAD! THEY WERE RIGHT TO PUNISH YOU THEY, THEY WERE RIGHT! AND I STOOD UP FOR YOU! TO THINK! I CARED ABOUT YOU! YOUR'E NOTHING BUT GRYFFINDOR SCUM! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I was shaking now, my breathing was raged.

"Greg... Greg please, I love you, please!" She was pleading with me, silent tears were streaming down her face, she was trying to get up but then I did something I can never forgive myself for, I don't know what I was thinking it just happened

"CRUCIATUS!" Her screams filled my head, she was twitching on the floor screaming her lungs out blood was spurting from somewhere on her body, I wanted to stop, I should've, but I couldn't. "THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU PRETEND TO CARE ABOUT ME!"