DOROTHEA {fred weasley}

thirty six

Dorothea awoke in a strange room, confused, her entire body hurting. Her heart fell as she began to piece together the previous day. She pushed herself up on the nightstand next to her bed, knocking over a lamp and a goblet of water. A few seconds later there was a knock on the door, when responding Fred Weasley opened it, shutting it behind him and standing awkwardly leaning against the wall.

"How are you feeling?"

Dorothea ignored the boy and instead looked at the goblet which flew into her hand. The witch looked down into it it and it subsequently filled with water. She sighed in relief and placed it back down.

Looking up at Fred she nodded and responded, "better now that I know my magic is coming back."

"You'll be weak for a few days, I think," he said, eyeing the goblet with a little mistrust. "Although it seems that weak for you may be the extent of our strength."

She laughed, "don't be ridiculous."

"Wandless magic is serious." He said with a straight face.

Dorothea changed the subject awkwardly, knowing that wandless would inevitably lead onto her mother.

"How did I get here? I don't remember much. What exactly happened?"

"You wrote to Elvira-"

"I did?"

"Yeah, she was with us. We floo'd to yours. I- er- obliviated your elf, you asked me to, before you say anything."

"Smart," the witch nodded.

"Then we floo'd to Elvira's. She went to Oliver's, George to mine, I stayed with you."

"I remember."

"Dad came too."

"Yeah, thought your parents despised me, healed me pretty nicely."

"No matter how they feel about anyone they'd never let a seventeen year old girl suffer."

"How different our parents are," she replied bitterly.

"You refused to tell dad anything last night," Fred said, moving to stand at the end of her bed..

"Can we not?"

"She should be in prison, Rosier."

"Nothing can be proved. It would be my word against hers."

"And ours, and my dad's."

Dorothea shook her head, "no offence, but that's not enough to take down Clementine Rosier."

"Surely it's worth a try?"

"What, and put a target on your entire family's back? On Elvira's back? No, it's not worth it."

"She tortured you, Dorothea."

"I'm learning to fight back," the girl shrugged.

Fred stared at her, dumbfounded, "that's not the point."

"Look, even if she did go to prison, I'd either have to move to France and live with Camille, or I'd be pushed towards the Nott's. I already have to bloody marry Ezra, I don't want to have to be under his father's care as well."

"You can't let her get away with this."

"She already has, Weasley. She always will."

"Suppose you'd know," he said under his breath.

Dorothea laughed dryly, "really? Is this really the time?"

"She's a death eater, Dorothea," Fred said, stepping towards the edge of her bed, "a death eater. She was there, in that graveyard."