Chapter Twenty Nine
The Department of Mysteries
Bronwyn sighed as she returned to the Gryffindor Common Room, she had established what her older brothers meant earlier when they spoke about their future in education. If she was being honest she knew that if their parents had not forced the twins to return this year for school they probably would not have. And it was not because neither of them were intelligent. Rather it was the opposite. George was incredibly skilled in charms after all, someone had to do the practical spell work on their products, actually Bronwyn was sure her brother was in the top of his year despite not bothering much with any of the school work or tests. Fred was gifted in potions, he just seemed to understand ingredients and how they worked much better than anyone else she had ever seen. But the issue there was that these skills and talents had not been nurtured to grow. Rather the opposite, the two identical twins had been signed off as trouble makers even before they had started at the boarding school by their parents and that was it. Molly and Arthur Weasley had signed them away as failures before they had even began to grow and develop.
But this didn't mean that Bronwyn was going to miss them being around for the last few weeks of school. Yes exams were over, and all they needed to do was just enjoy the last few weeks before heading home, but it was those last few weeks Bronwyn had been looking forward to. She wanted to do the last few sibling picnics by the lake, watch her brothers fly around the pitch for the last time. Because she knew, not even deep down, that as soon as they returned from school that her brothers would be gone. They would no longer be staying at the family home and then it would just be Ginny and herself, and their parents. Each time one of her elder brothers moved out it was hard, but losing two at once, and the two she was closest too, that was going to hurt even more. And the large house would feel even quieter than it already did.
Yet as soon as she returned to the common room, she took notice of how Hermione hovered around Harry. Something was amiss, and her stomach dropped. She didn't like the feeling she was given by the scene she was seeing. Whatever was wrong was seriously wrong and she knew she was not going to like where it was going to take her. Hermione caught Bronwyn's eye almost immediately and the younger girl was quick over to where Hermione stood.
"What is it Hermione?" Bronwyn questioned but she was not a fan of the look of which passed upon her best friend's face. She specifically did not like where it was heading.
"I think he's having another one of those visions." Hermione whispered her response, though it was not stated as a question Bronwyn was unsure just how certain Hermione was with her hypothesis. But she had a lot of faith in the older witch and therefore, was willing to believe her.
"Those visions?" Bronwyn clarified but her voice was not much louder than Hermione's had been.
"Like the one with your father." Hermione confirmed and that was why Bronwyn was feeling so off, something this time was different, firstly despite it being evening time this seemed strange. The last time it had happened it seemed to be unprompted, and surely by now Voldemort had worked out that there was a link to what was happening, obviously so for the Order to reach her father in time. It would be stupid to assume that he hadn't worked out it was Harry, the pair were oddly in tune. Plus despite not liking it Bronwyn believed Harry when he stated that his blood had been used to bring Voldemorts body back, and there were always risks when blood magic was used. This had to be one of them.
"It's Sirius, Voldemort has him in the Department of Mysteries." Harry suddenly jolted back into the room with the rest of the students. Bronwyn felt her eyes widen as she looked at him, despite wanting to believe what he saw, she was skeptical and really did not like the idea of where this was heading. Yet before either of the two teenaged girls could say anything else towards him the boy was off and storming out of the door to the common room, but Bronwyn was unsure exactly where he was heading.
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Fanfiction15 year old Bronwyn Weasley is stuck in a house that's not a home all summer. As a result she finds herself mentally declining to the point of being unable to spend any time around the rest of her family. One trip into the library to avoid the naggi...
