Beloved- George Weasley

Chapter 82

Somehow, they made it to Hogsmeade right on time, it was the first day of March, there wasn't snow blowing in there faces, or there feet freezing off. Diana wore the George's Christmas sweater that his mum had made him, with a pair of Mum jeans, and a thick belt. 

"No one can bet Madam Rosemertea's butterbeer." George said, he took a large sip of his butter beer, leaving a large foam mustache on his top lip. Diana, Mariam, and Fred looked at each other, deciding that they were not going to point it out.

"Mr. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, Ms. Dursley. It's nice to see you three," The familiar voice of Professor McGonagall said, the three looked up at her. She wore a small smile on her face, holding a cup of butterbeer in her hands, and wearing very thick robes.

"Professor McGonagall! It's so good to see you too!"

"Hogwarts hasn't been the same without you three." 

"Aw Professor McGonagall, you can just say you missed us. I know you have." Fred said, he poked her on the arm teasingly. 

"I can't deny that I don't miss your antics sometimes. But why are you four here today?" She asked, George pointed at the gift in the middle of the table.

"We're here for Ron's birthday." Professor McGonagall frowned.

"Haven't you two heard?"

"Heard what?" George asked, Diana felt him tense next to her. His hands tense around the cup of butterbeer.

"Your brother's been poisoned this morning. We don't know who poisoned him but he's currently staying at the hospital wing, he was still unconscious the last time I checked on him. You guys are free to go visit him, I think your parents were just walking in when I left." The twins stood up, grabbing their jackets.

"Let's go," 

"Mr. Weasley wait you have a little." Professor McGonagall said, pointing at her top lip. George grabbed a tissue whipping his mouth.

"You three could have told me you pricks." George muttered.

"I thought it was cute on you," Diana teased, kissing his cheek. The group waved goodbye to Professor McGonagall before they rushed out of the three broomsticks and took one of the carriages to Hogwarts.

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"So, all in all, not one of Ron's better birthdays?" Fred said. They were the only ones in the hospital wing, his bed was the only one occupied. It was late evening by the time they had arrived at Hogwarts, and convinced Filch to let the group in, especially Mariam since she never went to Hogwarts.

"This isn't how we imagined handing over our present," said George grimly, he put down a large, wrapped gift on Ron's bedside table. He sat down next to Ginny, there were only two chairs around Ron's bed. 

"Yeah, when we pictured the scene, he was conscious," Fred added, Mariam and Diana huddled next to Harry, so they weren't in the way of the family. 

"You were in Hogsmeade?" Ginny asked,

"We were thinking of buying Zonko's. A Hogsmeade branch, you know, but a fat lot of good it'll do us if you lot aren't allowed out at weekends to buy our stuff anymore. But never mind that now." Fred grabbed a chair, almost out of thin air, making Diana wonder where he got it from, and sat next to Ron's head.

"How exactly did this happen Harry?" Diana asked, putting her hand on the back of Harry's chair. 

"Well, Ron was opening his birthday presents and I started taking my stuff out of the trunk, including this box of chocolates that Romilda Vane got me, they had Amortentia laced in them. Ron must have thought that they were for him because he ate them. Suddenly he's telling me all this stuff about how he needs to go see Romilda, he's in love with her, and she's the prettiest girl he's ever seen. I took him down to see Professor Slughorn, he made him the cure. Slughorn wanted to toast with some firewhiskey, Ron drinks it first, and then all of a sudden Ron started shaking, his eyes were huge and then I got the bezoar down his throat and his breathing eased up a bit, Slughorn ran for help, McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey turned up, and they brought Ron up here. They reckon he'll be all right. Madam Pomfrey says he'll have to stay here a week or so . . . keep taking essence of rue . . ." Harry explained, Diana put her hand on his back.

"It's a good thing you were there, Harry. It was lucky you thought of it."

"Lucky there was one in the room," Harry muttered under his breath, he cleared his throat, the thought that one might have not been in the room had clearly crossed his mind, the color had drained from his face. Hermione sniffed loudly next to him, she looked worse then everyone in this room combined. She stared at Ron her face pale, her cheeks stained with tears, her eyes wide like if she looked away from him, he was going to start convulsing and die. 

"Do Mum and Dad know?" Fred asked Ginny. She nodded.

"They've already seen him, they arrived an hour ago — they're in Dumbledore's office now, but they'll be back soon..." They nodded before falling into an awkward silence. They wondered who could have put the poison in the firewhiskey bottle. The doors opened and Hagrid, still as big and tall as Diana remembered, with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Harry, Hermione, and Hagrid excused themselves wanting to give the family some peace.

"Did Madam Pomfrey tell you when he's supposed to wake up? He's been unconscious all day." Ginny asked her Mum. Mrs. Weasley shook her head, she pushed a strand of Ron's hair away from his forehead, she blinked several times, before kissing his forehead.

"She didn't say, she just said that his body needs to rest." 

"I don't think we've meet, I'm Arthur Weasley." Mr. Weasley said, he leaned over offering Mariam his hand. She took it shyly, a small smile on her lips. Fred jumped up from his seat, George grabbed it, grabbing Diana's arm and forced her to sit down.

"Mariam Mahmoud." 

"Dad, Mum, I didn't want you guys to meet my um girlfriend like this but Mariam." He said, Mrs. Weasley's head turned, her eyes went wide. 

"I do not miss meeting the boyfriend's parents." Diana smirked, as she watched Mrs. Weasley start fussing over the couple. 

"Well, you're not ever going to meet anyone else parents." George said, he raised his eyebrows at Diana, like those words sounded stupid just coming out of Diana's mouth.

"That's not what I mean!" Diana laughed; she smacked George's arm. He grabbed the bottom of her chair and pulled her chair closer to him. His arm went around her shoulders.

"Geeze, George. No one is going to take her from you," Ginny laughed,

"I know that." George hissed; he almost rolled his eyes at the thought. 

"Do you though? I know you're a little thick headed." Ginny banged her knuckles against George's head. They laughed as he swatted her hand away. 

"Er-my-oh-nee." Ron groaned again, making them laugh harder.