Why don't you Stay? (Sequel to Kiss me if I'm wrong Fred Weasley Love Story)

Chapter 24 ~ You will be soon

Song for this chapter is Rihanna ~ Love the way you Lie (part 2)

*Kiara's POV*

It's been nearly 4 months. And not even a slip up or a clue of what Voldemort is planning.

Ugh, this seems useless. I'm surprised the Order hasn't given up on me.

I'm exhausted, but I still look healthy, which doesn't make any sense.

It's hard to keep away from an annoying little blonde bitch when she follows me around like a bad smell.

I just want to lamp her in the face and tell her to do one, but I haven't got the energy just yet.

I haven't had a good nights sleep in ages, last night I snuck down to the dungeon, dragging a couple this blankets and pillows with me and I stayed with George, huddled up close to keep warm.

He's still asleep, laying with his back turned to me, and I'm just laying in my back, staring up at the ceiling, feeling tired but not tired enough to go back to sleep.

"Morning Frenchie"

"Oh, morning, didn't hear you wake up"

George looks at me confused.

"How can you hear people wake up?"

I roll my eyes and laugh.

"You know what I mean"

We lay there, in the silence, listening to one another's breathing.

I sit up and stretch my arms out. My chest feels heavier, not like metaphorically heavy, like physically heavy, on the outside.

My chest looks bigger. Like, I was always quite flat chested but, I've got, boobs, so to say? What in the world.

Why do I feel bloated? I look slightly bloated, okay this is weird.

"You alright Frenchie?"

"Uh, yeah, do my boobs look bigger to you?"

George looks stunned and speechless, then he laughs a little bit.

"What?"

I ask.

"Are you being serious? Why would you ask me that?"

"Well, I was just wondering-"

Our conversation is interrupted by footsteps on the stone floor, someone's coming down the stairs and we have no time to react.

"Someone's coming?!"

No shit George. Oh dear Merlin what am I going to do?!

It sounds like small kitten heal shoes clattering in the stairs, that's one of two possible people, Bellatrix it Narcissa.

"Kiara! You need to get up and get dressed quick, the dark lord wants to have a meeting"

"Okay"

Is all I can say. She didn't even batter an eyelid at me and George. She spoke to me like it was nothing.

This can't be good.

***

"Ah, Beatrice, I saved a seat for you, next me to me"

The clicking of my heals of the dark wood floor echo's in the room. I cautiously sit down trying not to make eye contact with anyone in the room.

I wonder what this is about.

"Now that the first step into my plan has been completed, it's time to take the next step. Lucius, How much progress has Draco achieved with the vanishing cabinet?''

Lucius looks scared out of his mind. He used to look so, intimidating, he used to stand tall and proud, and now he just slouches in his chair, sinking further and further, probably hoping the room will just cave in and take him with it.

''It's still a working progress my Lord, but it's coming along quickly as Draco informs me''

Voldemort's expression doesn't change, not a slight twitch, or crease. Nothing.

''Well, in the mean time, keep me informed. I dismiss this meeting, you may go about your business''

I get up from my chair slowly, trying not to attract attention, I don't want anyone to notice my physique.

''Beatrice''

Someone behind me whispers. I turn to see Narcissa Malfoy stood behind me with a soft smile. She places her hand gently on my shoulder and encourages me to step to the side, into the shadows, where we can't be seen, or heard.

''If you want Fred to live, you need to listen to me, you need to get home out today, I hear rumour that the dark lord has come to the decision that he's no use to is anymore because you're here. If you leave you can't come back, you will put your family in danger"

I'm confused, why is she telling me this?

"Why are you helping me?"

"Because I know, I know what it's like to be a mother, scared for the welfare of my child, not knowing what's going on or where they're"

"But I'm not a mother?"

Narcissa smiles widely, her eyes glistening in the dim light.

"You will be soon"

Urm, what does she mean by that?