Soundlessly || A Weasley twin Fanfiction || Discontinued

Chapter Seven

      Wednesday rolled around and I was not ready to go back inside to face anyone. My day would start Third period, so I was able to sleep in ever so slightly. The only comfort I had was that I would be having Transfiguration with my dad to start off the day. There wouldn't be any students around during that time.

I had spent the night in the whomping willow pathway, just between the Hogwarts grounds and the shrieking shack, so that the wind wouldn't bother me. I couldn't say that it had been a comfortable night, or that I was well rested, but I was more worried about what would happen in the dorm once I returned there than I was about what could've happened out here. I wasn't the person to find myself in the midst of conflict. I tended to avoid those situations at all cost. So now here I was. Hiding like the coward I was.

How the sorting hat had placed me in Gryffindor was still a miracle to me, but maybe it was just because none of the other houses seemed to quite fit me either.

Grudgingly I stood up and stretched. My neck ached from the lack of a good support during the night and I felt it pop as I rolled my head around my shoulders. Yep, I probably wasn't going to do that again. Pulling out my wand I conjured the 'Lumos' spell to make the tip of it light up. It was dark in there even at this time of day.

Gross. I thought as I looked around the dark path, seeing mud and dirt, and some dead mice laying around. Yeah, I'm definitely never doing that again.

I had to crouch slightly as I made my way out of the portal, careful not to trip on rocks or roots form the tree. The air started smelling sweet and fresh as I neared the grounds, the light breeze slowly started to seep in and rustle my hair. A lump in my throat that I hadn't really noticed before, slowly started to disappear, as well as the heavy feeling on my chest. I hated small spaces, and though I had been too preoccupied with my frustrations before, my body definitely noticed the cramped space. Thank Merlin my mind hadn't, it would've been an awfully long night with perhaps a different ending to it.

My stomach was empty and in need of some food since I skipped dinner last night, so as soon as I got out of the secret passage, I made my way up to the castle. It was a nice day out, thank the lord, as I had Care of Magical Creatures later today and if it were to be pouring we'd all get soaking wet. The class was held outside this week as Hagrid had prepared a special lesson for all students. Rain or no rain, we'd be outside during class.

A tap on my shoulder interrupted my mission as I walked through the courtyard of the castle. Reluctantly I turned to face the intruder. My eyes rested on a Gryffindor robe, and I had to look up to find George's head attached to the chest. He smiled, a slight crazed look in his eyes.

"Where have you been, woman?! Everyone was worried sick about you!" his lips read, before he pulled me into a hug.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" he asked as he pulled away.

"Uhm, I'm fine.... Thanks?"

"Well, C'mon then! We need to get to class! Transfiguration is about to start!" the boy grabbed my hand and pulled me along, giving me no chance what so ever to protest. He'd forgotten about my separate studies apparently.

"Miss Black, are you lost dear?" McGonagall asked as George pulled me into the classroom. I looked to the man next to me with a smirk. His face fell as realization hit him straight in the face.

"Crap."

"Well off you go, dear. Professor Lupin is waiting."

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The day proceeded surprisingly normal. Students didn't look at me oddly, or more so as usual anyway, and it seemed as if the newspaper was forgotten about. I was beginning to think that Dumbledore had performed the memory spell on everyone that had read the paper, until I finally had a good conversation with the twins at dinner that evening.

Fred had asked me why I had run off like that, and I decided to tell them the whole story. Or, well really what I did was get Remus to tell them. The twins' sign language skills were improving every day, but stories would still prove quite difficult.

After a lot of convincing I got my father to tell my friends the story, but he would only agree to it if the both vowed to keep this story a secret. So that evening, Fred, George my father and I found ourselves in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"Well then... Where to start?" Remus wondered aloud.

"How about the beginning." George joked smiling slightly. Fred shoved his brother telling him to shut up, as het was clustered to Remus' lips.

And so the story began, starting all the way back in Hogwarts 1978, the marauders seventh year. The story ended with Hogwarts 1993, far passed midnight, the Weasley twins a whole lot wiser than hours prior. And the friendship between Fred, George and myself stronger than before. While we hadn't spoken during the story, our band grew, our friendship strengthened and the love for one another slowly started to bloom.