Gred and Forge?

14 ~ The Truth

"Sherbet Lemon"

The gargoyle sprung aside just like it had on the first day of term. My legs wobbled with each step I took on the stairs before I stood in front of that same wooden door.

Professor McGonagall knocked on the door before opening and leading the way through. Dumbledore was perched at his desk with a sorrowful face, standing next to him was... Mrs Weasley?

"Oh goodness Skylar" she said as she ran over and engulfed me in a hug. "Oh hi Mum, don't worry about us y'know your sons" George said trying to lighten the mood. She glared at the boys before pulling them into one of her famous hugs.

"Miss Flynn, take a seat please" Dumbledore said to me. I gulped before sitting down in the chair in front of his desk. I was afraid to speak and from looking at his face, he was too.

"Miss Flynn, when was the last time you received a letter from your parents?" I thought long and hard, wracking my brain to see when we last spoke. "I-I don't know a while ago I send letters every week but I haven't had any replies. "What's going on?" I asked him.

He let out a long sigh, then leaned closer over the table and grabbed my hand gently in his. This can't be good. "Skylar, I'm afraid I have some terrible news. Your parents... your parents have suddenly... passed on".

I looked at him, I couldn't react. Mum... dad... no.

I couldn't breathe. I broke down crying loud sobs escaping my lips. Fred immediately pulled me into him cuddling me to his chest. They are gone, it was true, the dream was showing me the future.

I was uncontrollably crying I couldn't stop the tears from rolling off my flushed cheeks. I was breathing rapidly while Fred tried to calm me down, rocking me back and forward.

I sat up straight when a thought crossed my mind.

"Izzy, Izzy where is she? you didn't mention her, where is she?" I panicked. Dumbledore looked confused. "Skylar, there was no evidence of other children in the house," Dumbledore said to me.

"I want to go to my home" I said, standing up from where i was sitting heading towards the fire. "NOW" I shouted when nobody moved.

Immediately Dumbledore jumped up from his seat and grabbed something from his desk. Fred and George came and stood either side of me. "This is a port key." Dumbledore said. "It will take you to your house. When you get there take all of your belongings and I mean everything. Your parent's death is a mystery and going back to the house is very risky so no more than 2 hours in the house."

I nodded, "oh and you two are to go with Miss Flynn," Dumbledore said walking back to his desk. I looked to Fred and George who both grabbed a hand each.

We grabbed onto the Port key which was an old and manky sock. The next thing I knew, we were spinning around. It felt as though a hook just behind my navel had been suddenly jerked irresistibly forward. My feet had left the ground a long time ago. We were all speeding forward in a howl of wind and swirling color; my forefinger was stuck to the boot as though it was pulling me magnetically onward and then--my feet slammed into the ground.

I looked up from where I was on the ground to see I was home. I was outside the front porch of the home were I live or where I lived should I say.

The front door had been kicked in and the hinges were busted. I slowly walked into the overturned house with Fred and George following closely behind me. A scene of total devastation met our eyes.

The grandfather clock lay splintered at our feet, its face cracked, and its pendulum lying a little farther away like a dropped sword. My Mothers piano which she played many times was on its side, its keys strewn across the floor. The wreckage of our fallen chandelier flittered nearby. Cushions lay deflated, feathers oozing from slashes in their sides, fragments of glass and china lay like powder over everything. My hands run themselves along the wall paper, there was something darkly red and glutinous spattered over the wooden floor. I didn't want to think of what it was even though I already knew what it was.