Eliza Potter: Harry Potters Sister 3

Chapter 2: You Stay Here

"George!" I shouted as a spell barely flew by my head. It was a intense battle and I was not the best broom-flyer.

The side of George's head was gushing blood after a death eater blasted it. George put his hand off of his broom to touch his wound. I narrowly steered away from a purple blast coming towards me. George started slipping off his broom and I instantly dived for him. Lupin was firing off spells from a few feet behind us at the death eater.

I managed to grab George's elbow and and struggled to help him up onto his broom again. No one ever mentions how hard it is to balance on a broomstick without holding onto it with both hands.

"My ear! My ears gone!" George shouted up at me. The blood flowing down the side of his face told me he wasn't wrong. I felt like I was gonna be sick.

"It's Snape!" Lupin screamed at me as I tried to help George balance on his broom again.

I looked up and saw someone on a broom in a black, billowing coat. My scar burned and I bit down on my tongue to feel a bit better. At least that focused the pain somewhere else.

"He's ahead of us!" I managed to inform Lupin.

"Stupefy!" Yelled Lupin. I turned back to see what was happening behind me, holding George's arm with a death grip. Blood was dripping onto me from his head wound. Snape had disappeared.

Later that night many people sat in living room of the burrow.

"No sign of him-" said Mr. Weasley mournfully. Everybody looked up at him. It couldn't be true...

Mad-Eye Moody was dead.

I never thought that would hit me as hard as it did. A couple of people shook their heads. Others went into other rooms or outside to get some air.

"Eliza, dear, maybe you should go to bed. It's been a long day." Mrs. Weasley said sweetly as she laid a hand on my back. "Can I just wait a couple more minutes?" I asked softly. Mrs. Weasley smiled slightly and nodded before walking towards her bedroom.

In fact, most people shortly retired for the night or left the burrow all together.

I sat on the couch for a long time and was only beginning to contemplate going upstairs to sleep when I heard footsteps coming towards me from the kitchen.

"Eliza? What are you doing up?" Fred Weasley walked towards me with a befuddled expression on his face.

"Oh, hey, Fred." I said trying to look perky. He seemed a bit beat up. A couple of bruises and cuts were scattered on his arms, legs, and face. "Where have you been?"

"Outside. Have you been up this whole time?" He sat down next to me on the couch.

"Yep." I sighed.

"It's weird to think that he's dead." Said Fred. I nodded.

"How was your summer, kid?" Fred questioned.

"Same as always... at the Dursleys, trying to sneak a look at the Daily Prophets like people try to sneak drugs." Fred laughed at my story.

"Nice comparison." I nodded in agreement.

"What about yours?"