Into Another World

Chapter 22

A couple days after my arrival at Grimmauld Place, Harry Potter arrived along with a guest. Turning around I saw the blonde hair and blue eyes that resembled mine.

Taking long strides, I grabbed her arm and dragged her up to my room. Closing the door I finally let all of my emotions out.

"First off, I'm glad to see you, but what are you doing here?"

"Well Harry invited me... I was spending the day with him and then he just invited me when he found out he was leaving to come here. Now enough about me, I saw Fred downstairs and he looked really down. What happened?"

"Well we got into an argument yesterday. It went pretty bad... He accused me of keeping secrets from him. After all his questioning I finally snapped and told him it wasn't any of his business. I feel really bad, but when I try to apologize, he either ignores me or walks away."

Letting it all out, I started to tear up. How was I supposed to tell him how I felt when he obviously didn't feel the same way. Just because I didn't tell him how I felt, I lost my best friend. Finally the tears fell and my 15 year old sister pulled me into a hug. Hugging her back I cried into her shoulder.

After a couple of minutes, I stopped crying and realized how stupid I sounded. We weren't dating and he doesn't like me, so why should I cry over someone who doesn't feel the same way towards me. I mean all he'll ever see me as is a pranking buddy and a friend.

Murmuring under my breath I stopped my sisters ramblings with five simple words. "I hate being friend zoned."

With a small laugh from my sister and a tiny humorless chuckle from me, I wiped my eyes and looked at my reflection in my tiny mirror hanging on the wall. I took to account my bloodshot puffy eyes and my smeared makeup. Taking out my wand, I performed a spell to fix myself up. Looking in the mirror again, you couldn't even tell that I had been crying.

Deciding that I was presentable, I grabbed my sisters hand and we walked back down the many steps. Halfway down, we ran into Kreacher the evil little house elf that Sirius wishes to get rid of. He looked up at us and started murmuring.

Again walking down the steps, I heard a tiny whisper from Kreacher.

"Filthy little half bloods in this house! The mistress would be displeased with the filth in her house."

Finally seeing the last step, I let go of Lily's hand and jumped the last couple of steps, bringing out my childish side.

"You know, you are 17 you could've just apparated down here?" Hearing the voice behind me I let out a small squeak and turned around.

"Oh I see the almighty Weasley is finally talking to me!"

"Delilah... I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for accusing you of hiding something from me. I know you would tell me if you fancied someone... I guess I just got a little jealous that you... Um..."

"That I what Fred? Spit it out already!"

"That you wouldn't tell me your secret! I tell you everything and you couldn't trust me with who you liked."

My sister looked at the both of us and slowly backed away. Turning on her heel, she ran down the hallway towards the kitchen. But not before she ran straight into the banister on the stairway. Letting out a hiss she disappeared from sight into the kitchen.

"Listen Fred, I don't like anyone and if I did I would tell you and you know that! We are best friends..."

I cringed as I let out the word, friend, but luckily Fred didn't notice. He seemed too busy with his thoughts. I was starting to wonder what he was thinking about until Mrs. Weasley entered the hallway and told us dinner was ready. I looked at Fred and saw his mind was somewhere else. Shaking my hand in his face, he shook his head and looked at me.