Changes: {George Weasley}

Second Memory

Memory

Hogwarts Castle, 1994. My second year.

    An angrier present George stood next to my present self. A slightly older past version of me stood in her Slytherin robes in her dorm room, looking annoyed. I never liked to stand out. Never. And, with the whole Buckbeak situation and Draco, I had to start laying low. I sighed and placed my cat, Sir James P. McCartney, on my bed.

"Hey, Sir. Why don't you walk around?" My past self said. Sir nodded and left. I opened a case and grabbed a camera from inside. I left my dorm and found myself bumping into Astoria, she smiled and quickly hurried away. I walked reluctantly behind her and sat down in the common room. Draco approached me.

"Do you think you're funny?" He asked.

"No, I'm hilarious." I said. "Look, I don't know what you're going to accuse me of now but I didn't do it. I'd never hurt my favourite cousin." He glared at me.

"Yeah, you're just bitter because you're not going to the Yule Ball, baby cousin." He said.

"Yeah, that's unfortunate." I said. "How could I ever miss going to the most annoying, pretentious event of the year."

"Bitter, I tell you."

"I'm not going by choice, by the way." I said. "I'm a journalist this year so I could've taken pictures."

"That's what they say." He said. "To me you just look lame."

"Goodbye, Malfoy." I said.

"Weren't we on first-name basis again?"

"Occasionally." I said and walked away. My parents barged in, they used to do that sometimes just like Draco's.

"We heard you were invited to the Yule Ball." My mother said.

"No. The journalism club is invited to take pictures." I said.

"Yeah, that means you're invited." My father said.

"I went with Narcissa and picked out a dress for you." My mother said.

"Thanks." I said reluctantly. She handed me the dress.

"Please do send us a photograph with Draco." She said. "Where is he anyway?"

"Right here, aunt." Draco said with perfect timing. He took the dress from my hands. She hugged him. He broke away from the hug and put an arm around me. For all our parents know, we're best friends.

"You're so handsome." She said. "What a good kid."

"Thanks, aunt." He said. My father proceeded to talk to him about the latest events in the family.

"I have a meeting, right now." I lied. "Thanks for coming."

"Gianna, wait!"  My father said but I was already out the door. I walked around, annoyed at life. The Yule Ball was that night and I was just very genuinely unhappy to be attending but my mother would never let me outlive this if I didn't attend. By the time I returned to my dorm everyone was getting ready and my parents had left, most importantly. I wore the flowery dress my parents had brought for me and let my hair down as always. I took my camera and hurried to the Yule Ball.

I was very honest with my photographs. If I didn't deem something interesting I just wouldn't take a picture of it. Of course, I took many pictures of the band but aside from that I just sat with an acquaintance from journalism that wasn't too eager to be there either and judged everyone.

  I was getting ready to leave when I saw the Weasley twins going into the balcony. I loved that balcony and I realised that it'd make a great place to take a picture so I followed them.

"Did I really screw it up with Angelina?" Fred asked. George shrugged.

"I dunno, man. This is why I came solo." George said. I chuckled. They shifted their attention to me, the creepy stranger laughing at their conversation. I awkwardly smiled.

"Hey. Could I take a picture of you two?" I asked casually. They looked at each other and nodded.

"Make sure you perfectly capture my brother's misery." George said. I chuckled and snapped the picture.

"This is great, thanks." I said. George smiled but Fred looked at me with an eyebrow raised. Draco came over as the twins left.

"My aunt wants a picture as you heard." He said. I nodded. "Make it quick." I bewitched the camera to take a picture of both of us smiling  fakely.

"Thanks." I said. He just sniggered and left. I looked back to see past-George smiling at me and Fred just looking at me questionably.

Out of memory

"That answers how you have the picture." George said. "I still don't reckon you."

"Trust me, this last memory is all you need." I said. "All the answers are there." He nodded and we submerged our heads into the pensieve.