This Is Who I Really Am

Chapter Twenty

As I walked towards Mum with Elliot I realized how much I was going to miss the Weasley bunch during the holidays, and I guess they thought the same thing. I reached mum and hugged her. "How has school been?" She goes to ask but I am suddenly attack in a tight hug. "Hello, ma'am. I am this brilliant girls soul mate and I was wondering if you would give me permission to ask her out?" I glance up at the cheeky bastard as my cheeks go red. "Fred, what the he-" I am shoved into his chest again. I noticed I had a crowd of Weasleys surrounding me, and I saw his mother. Oh gosh
I wasn't sure how much redder I could get. "You are Fred Weasley?" Mum finally asks. "Yes, ma'am." He tells her. "I still can't brea-" I was cut off again by another squeeze. Mum seemed to find it either cute, hilarious, honorable, or all of the above because she lets out a small laugh before nodding, "I give you permission." Fred spins me around and then puts me down. "Will you be my girlfriend?" He asks. I stare at him with wide eyes. "Are you messing with me?" I ask him, looking around. The Weasleys and my family thought it was funny and start laughing. "No, I promise." He grabs my hands and stares at me. "Be my girlfriend?" He asks again. I smile and pull away, throwing my arms around his neck. "Yes." I whisper against his neck. "She said yes!" He yells, spinning me around once more. I laugh as he sits me down. "You three are welcome over anytime over the holidays. I would love if you come over on Christmas." Molly smiles at Mum. Mum nods and looks at me, "I think we might do that." I smile at her words and give Fred and George a hug before waving goodbye. Mum apparates us home and as soon as we get there Elliot decided to speak. "I totally knew that would happen soon, but not like that." He tells me. My face goes red again and I look at Mum, "That was really cute." I roll my eyes at the two before going to my room. Elliot comes in soon after and sits on my bed. "Yes?" I question. "Have you ever thought that maybe you are a seer?" He questions, bluntly. "What?" I ask. "I'm taking this divinations class, and while the teacher is awful, it got me thinking maybe you are a seer. Maybe the dreams were how it could have happened." He explains. "What if this is a dream?!" I ask frantically. He hushed me and grabs a quill and parchment. "It is time you talk to Dumbledore." He states. I sigh but agree and start writing a letter, explaining what has been happening to me, and explaining the dreams. "I hope they are just dreams." I sigh. "Why?" Elliot asks. "Because so many people die." I whisper the last part. "Maybe you are the one who is supposed to change it." Elliot answers. He leaves the room, leaving me in an unconvinced thought. I do eventually send the letter.

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