✔️ 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓&𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 → 𝑓. 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦

25 | R A I S E

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quod erat demonstrandum.
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   As the cloud of dust slowly faded, the first thing catching Lynnea's eye was the flaming red hair shining through the misty-like air like the sun itself.

   "Really girls? Two against one?", Fred Weasley scoffed. "That's poor, even for you snakes. Better piss of for next time I'll aim right."

   "This isn't over, Bailey", Pansy hissed at Lynnea, but surprisingly she and Millicent walked off.

   Fred made the last couple of steps to the shore, reaching out his hand for Lynnea to take. She stared at him for a brief moment, before she stomped out of the water, ignoring Fred's outstretched hand.

   "Aren't you feeling cold?", Fred asked, raising an eyebrow.

   "Oh, what do you think, Weasley?", Lynnea hissed, her teeth clattering. "What are you even doing out here?"

   "Well, you left the great hall and I saw the two missies follow you, so I thought I might better have a look what they're up to", Fred said, the smile had dropped from his face. "Better get back into the castle before you're freezing to death." And just like that he turned around and started leaving, step by step.

   "Why?" The question left her lips before she even wrapped a proper thought around it. Slowly he turned around, stopping in motion.

   "Because I care about you, Bailey", he replied, an unusual stern look on his face.

   "But why? Really, I don't get it", she replied, angry with herself about the frustration swinging in every word she spoke. "You can't. You shouldn't. You know nothing about me! How can you care?"

   "Oh Bailey, I know a lot more about you than you might guess", he whispered, sadly shaking his head.

   "You don't."

   He took a step back in her direction. "You're a morning person. You like to get up early, because you can't stand the thought of waisting any moment of the day." Another step. "Your favourite colour is green. Not this amazing brught green of your eyes, but the deep dark green of the fir trees." And another one. "You're afraid of snakes, which is hilarious, as you're one yourself." The smirk rebuilt on his lips, as he took a last step and was now standing right in front of her, glaring down on her. "You're kind of fascinated by the mountains. And you're addicted to those muggle books about their ridiculous thought about magic and dwarfs and -"

   "It's Hobbits", she breathed.

   "Excuse me?"

   "Hobbits, not dwarfs." Her face flushed pink and she looked down at her shoes, feeling awfully stupid. By now her cheeks must be beyond an attractive rosiness. They must be marking her out as a social incompetent. She felt as if all her insecurities were writ large across her face and there was nowhere to hide. 

   "Well, then let it be Hobbits", he laughed.

   "How do you know all of this stuff?"

   "You told Sirius about that morning person thing, as he once asked you why you're always up that early", Fred replied with a shrug. "And they way you looked at the snake on your uniform was so wonderfully full of panic it took me everything to not put a rubber snake under your pillow at Grimmauld Place. You're always carrying that book with you. And the way you look at the mountains around here always leaves me wondering what you -"

   But he didn't got a chance to finish that sentence. Before knowing what she was doing, Lynnea wrapped her arms around Fred's neck and pulled his face down on her own, her lips crushing against his. The cold was blown away, Fred's touch was like a soft summer breeze on her skin. She could feel him hesitating for a second, obviously shocked by the suddenness of this situation, but it didn't last long, before she could feel him grin into the kiss. His lips moved synchrone to her movement, they fitted perfectly together, like they were just made for this. His arms wrapped around her body, pulling her tight to his own to close the last bit of a gap between them. They just kissed like there was no choice, like there's never been any. Kissed like each other was the finest thing they ever tasted.

   This kiss was far from the one at Grimmauld Place; it wasn't innocent at all. Fred's tongue touched her lips and Lynnea granted him entrance, his hands wandered down her body, grabbing her hips, trying to pull her even closer.

   Way to soon they bursted apart, gasping for air, panting. Fred's forehead rested on Lynnea's, a blissful smile on his sore lips.

   "Fred Weasley, you're such a pain in the arse", she chuckled, looking down at his chest, cheeks heathened up, still breathing heavily.

   "Yeah, and I will be all yours", he laughed, his chest vibrating, and she didn't want him to be anything else at all.

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   Harry's scar bursted open, like an explosion the pain overwhelmed him, blinded him, and it took him everything to not scream. The great hall vanished in front of his eyes, vaguely he could hear Hermione's sorrowful questions, but was incapable of the ability to answer.

   "She's at Hogwarts", he could hear a cold voice speaking. "The old zany had the nerve to take her to Hogwarts. You know what to do, Bella. Don't disappoint me."

   "Harry!" Someone smacked his face, Ginny, leaving a burn on his cheek. His scar still numbly throbbing he jumped up abruptly and stormed out of the hall, throwing up into a broom chamber.

   So it was true, wasn't it? Voldemort was after Lynnea. Did that mean she truely was ... his sister? The feeling alone of the sheer possibility was overwhelming.

   At night he lay in bed, reaching for the brown leathery book, searching through the photographs after a sign, a trace. She was not seen on even one single picture. But as Harry watched his mother dance in her wedding dress, as his gaze fell on the woman on the picture, he felt stupid for never even once noticing that Lynnea Bailey was like a copy of Lily Potter. And as the hurricane of feelings once again overwhelmed him, he fell into a restless sleep full of disturbing dreams about the extraneous auburn haired girl being in the greatest danger possible.