Finding Happiness

Chapter 25

"So you're George's girl!" Muriel exclaimed after finishing her last bite from her plate.

I blushed and wiped my mouth with the napkin, "Yes m'am".

"Oh no, please call me Muriel. And so you're the murderer's daughter." She said this with no sympathy.

I almost choked on air, "Excuse me?" George squeezed my knee under the table, he had warned me earlier that his aunt was a nightmare.

"Sirius Black, was he not?" She raised her uneven, reddish eyebrows.

"He was my father, but not a murderer." I growled.

"Ah." Muriel quietened and I exhaled a breath of relief.

"Sorry." George whispered in my ear.

"Its fine." I somewhat lied. Was it fine? I mean most people believed him to have killed those muggles and Peter Pettigrew, he was unfortunately never proven innocent. But I still want to rip off anyone's neck when they were incorrect.

A sharp, clanging sound interrupted the individual conversations at the long table. Bill was standing, a glass in one hand and a spoon in the other.

"I would like to say something." He said, his voice a little shaky. Bill turned to his girlfriend Fleur, or as Ginny calls her, 'Phlegm', and smiled. Then he dropped to one knee and pulled out a box. Everyone at the table gasped, including Fleur, her cheeks reddened and she clapped a hand to her mouth.

"Fleur, when I first lay eyes on you...wow, I think I fell in love instantly. Your long silver blonde hair, your sweet, delicate laugh, the way you walk..."

I looked over at Ginny and could see she was trying not to laugh. At every compliment she rolled her eyes and bit her nails to avoid bursting out in a fit of giggles.

"...Fleur Delacour, will you be my wife?" Bill finished.

Fleur was on the verge of crying and her hands were shaking, "Oui! Oui! Yes! Yes!" She squealed kissing Bill full on the mouth.

We cheered and clapped, Bill and Fleur broke apart and a diamond ring was slipped onto the Veela's finger.

I gazed up at the night sky and could only imagine the joy Bill and Fleur were feeling right now.

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"Miss Black." The slimy git, Professor Snape, sneered, his dark brown eyes held no light and he never smiled. It was just that plain, grumpy expression everyday.

"Yes?" I replied lazily.

"Headmasters office. Now."

"Why-"

"Just do it."

I groaned and stuffed my books back into my bag, fling the bag over one shoulder and left the classroom.

Thankfully Snape's Defence Against the Dark Arts class was not to far from Dumbledores office. I walked up one flight of stairs and turned down a corridor. The gargoyle was waiting silently for the password. I listed a bunch of sweets and custard tart was the answer.

"Thank you Miss Black, take a seat, we have an urgent matter to discuss."

I frowned, "What's wrong?" I took my seat.

"Someone has tipped of Voldemort about our plan." He responded solemnly.

"What? How? Who?"

"I don't know. Have you told anyone about this?" He asked firmly.

I bit my lip, "Well George knows, But I swear he won't tell anyone!"

"I believe you, he is very kind heart and trustful. Anyone else?"