'Padfoot's in danger' Cassie states the second she sees Snape
'Who on EARTH is Padfoot?? I've heard this twice today now!' Professor Umbridge frowns, looking between us, as me and Cassie look at him expectantly, only to get:
'He'll be fine, but you should get some rest, you've got your first exam tomorrow, and you like like you haven't seen a bed for two months'
Whoa, that seemed.. targeted.
Oddly specific..
I blink at him, in disbelief, but decided, for SOME reason, decide to just take it, and then ignore his advice to talk to Professor Dumbledores, assuming that whoever mentioned Padfoot (who was most definitely Harry), must've already informed him, because Harry wouldn't just GO to the Ministry?
The worst decision of my life
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Harry runs up to me, as I sit in an alcove near Gryffindor Tower (where I used to sit with Fred), breathing heavily as he shouts
'Padfoot's- Snuffles.. he's- he's gone, Angie'
I don't answer for a few seconds 'what, like he left?'
Harry shakes his head fast 'he went through- through this veil, when he was hit'
'-hit by WHO, Harry??'
'By- Bellatrix'
No, no- not right now, not when I'm about spot sit my NEWTs, not when I-
I've just lost the two most important people, in my life
I can't even bring my hand to my mouth, only lifting it to my necklace, my hand shaking, practically about to rip it off my neck
I can't—
*****
'She is in NO state to sit her NEWTs! And if she weren't sat right outside of here, I'd-'
'Mrs Weasley, ahh, how nice to see you, how are the twins?'
I wince, looking away, and turning further from the door, trying to zone myself out, shifting uncomfortably.
Tapping my knee, drumming, bouncing my leg, putting my arms behind me, stretching out, leaning back, trying my best to breath in steady motions—
as Mrs Weasley shouts at Professor Umbridge, and then starts talking to Professor Mcgonagall who had just come in.
You see, she's doing all of this, but like, would I really like to be helped by my ex boyfriend's mother?
Maybe
.
'Alright dear, you're coming home with me, don't worry yourself thinking about exams, Dumbledore will sort that out for you'
Shit.
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After about 2 days at the Burrow, where I slept in the twins old bedroom.. for some reason, Mrs Weasley finally comes upstairs to the room to ask me if I want to talk yet, to which I almost immediately answer no, 'but thank you for asking' I add, looking down at the floor, after taking the mug that she passed me.
'Okay' she nods, pausing
'How do you feel about guests? Not that anyone in particular has come, but- just incase'
I nod slowly, somehow not realising by her tone of voice that she's referring to.. Fred. 'Maybe.. but not a lot of people, and if there's anyone who wants to interview me-'
'-I'll hex them before they even get to the door'
I laugh silently at that.
Oh, it really is a shame that me and Fred broke up..
