Beloved- George Weasley

Chapter 91

The wedding was in full party mood, everyone was dancing and drunk from the floating champagne bottle that was flying around. It was getting so late, the temperature was lowering to a freezing level, but no one could tell in the sweating tent.

"You want to get out of here?" George whispered in Diana's ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine.

"And go where?" She asked, George put his hand on her hip and shrugged.

"I don't know...how about my room?"

"Hm...is your room as interesting as this wedding?" She asked, gesturing to the people dancing. George kissed the shell of her ear, pressing his body into hers, he put his arms around her waist, and rested his chin on top of her head.

"I can think of a few interesting things to do."

"Alright. I guess, only because this wedding is so boring." Diana said, sarcastically. The wedding was anything but boring. The most entertaining thing at the moment, was Hagrid, Charlie, and an old wizard singing at the top of their lungs.

"I know, you really won't be satisfied." George signed, shaking his head, making Diana giggle. They walked hand in hand out of the tent, Diana stuck close to George, as they maneuvered their way through the crowd.

They felt the cold air brush their skin as they finally got out of the tent. It was so humid in that tent; they were surprised how cold it had gotten. Diana repressed a shiver, as they walked out of the tent and to the short few feet to the Burrow.

"Mum?" George whispered, as he opened the kitchen door. The burrow was dark, empty, everyone was to distracted.

"Perfect," He shut the door behind them. Diana couldn't help but think about the first time her and George ever kissed, in this very kitchen. That felt like ages ago from where they are now.

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"Do you think anyone noticed our absence?" Diana whispered to George as he tucked his wrinkled shirt into his pants.

"Maybe. I am very lovable. It's hard for people to be away from me you know?" Diana rolled her eyes, laughing as she fixed her dress. Diana slipped into her shoes, used the little makeup that somehow was in here from whoever was in here changing earlier, and managed to look presentable for the rest of the wedding.

"Yes, I do know." She said, kissing him on the cheek. George unlocked the door before walking downstairs and back to the wedding. The music wasn't playing, the guests were frozen into their seats.

"What's going on?" Diana whispered, but no one answered their eyes were glued onto a glowing lynx landed in the middle of the room. It opened its tiny mouth, and Kingsley's voice came out of it.

"The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming." Then it slowly faded, George's hand grabbed Diana's instinctively. His eyes going from person to person, everyone could see it. Everyone could feel it. The new change in the air. Someone screamed.

There they were, standing in the middle of the dance floor wearing those terrifying death eater masks, wands drawn. George clutched Diana's hand harder. People started screaming, apparting as fast as they could out of there.

"How did they get here so fast?" She asked George shrugged a shoulder, his mind to busy on finding a way to get Diana out of here to answer. He pulled her towards him, the death eaters would come for her.

He pushed her closer to the tent wall, pushing her behind him, but Diana was searching for Harry, praying he had apparated out of here.

"We need to get out of here now."

"Not without seeing where Harry went." Diana said,

"Harry's fine!" George shouted,

"No! I need to know!" She shouted back, she pushed herself away from George.

"DIANA!" George shouted, but she was already down the dance floor, narrowly avoiding someone's elbow flying into her face.

"Ron! Where's Ron?" Hermione was shouting from across the room. Then she saw Ron rushing towards Hermione, who was half sobbing now, and grabbed her hand, and suddenly the three of them were gone, and Diana felt like she could breathe again knowing Harry was safely away.

"Now, who are you?" Someone said in her ear, before she could grab her wand, the man's hand was around her wrist. She turned her head, her other hand looking for her wand, but found nothing. A clear picture of her wand on the nightstand in George's room flashed in her head. Diana tried to free her wrist, but he was to strong, she could see the man under the mask's eyes light up in delight. Diana's veins turned cold, her heart starting to race.

"Let me go!" Diana shouted, trying to pull her hand free but still nothing.

"No. I don't think I will." The man said, he dragged Diana to his chest. She tried to push him away, but it was no use. How could she be so stupid to forget her wand?

"Hm," he said, running his gloved finger down Diana's jawline, Diana flinched away from him. "Yes, I think you'll be very useful to me."

"Get your hands off my girlfriend." George hissed; his wand pressed to the back of the death eater's head. The death eater turned his head slowly, his eyes hard and forceful.

"Your girlfriend is coming with me."

"You must be very funny if you think that's true." George said, gripping his wand tighter.

"I've been told I am," The man whispered, how was it that they were in a crowded room filled with screaming people, but all Diana could focus on was the man's hands on her, and George's wand pressed to his skull.

"Alarte Ascendare!" A familiar voice shouted, and the death eater went flying across the room, with Diana, she grunted on impact, her knee hitting the tent floor, sending spikes of pain up her thigh.

"Fred! Diana was still with him!"

"Well, it was one way to fix the situation how is that my fault?" Fred shouted. Diana dug her nails into the man's wrist, and he finally let her go with a grunt. Diana scrambled away from him, on her hands and knees, before George's arms wrapped around her waist and he lifted her to her feet.

"Are you okay?" George asked,

"My knee," Diana cried as more painful bursts shot up her knee, she shifted her weight on her other foot, clutching George's shirt tighter, until her knuckles turned white.

"Nott! Let's go! He's not here!" Someone shouted, Nott locked eyes with Diana as he took out his wand.

"I'll see you again, Diana."