✔️ 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓&𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 → 𝑓. 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦

38 | B R O T H E R

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dont call it a fight
when you know it's a war.
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   The tall boy grinned at her, revealing a row of ugly yellow teeth.

   "Leave me alone, Polkiss", Lynnea growled, turning around to walk away, but of course he wouldn't do what she said. Catching up with her, he didn't stop his stupid smile. Abruptly she stopped. "What do you want?"

   Dudley's stupid friend had grown some creepy interest in her. Whenever he visited Dudley, he spent his whole time at the Dursleys' staring at Lynnea. So Pierce Polkiss was a pain was in the ass right from the second she had put a toe on the boring grounds of Like Whinging.

   "You're cute when you're angry", he cackled, putting himself in front of Lynnea. Unfortunately he was way bigger than her, not to mention stronger. "C'mon, go on a date with me!"

   Lynnea narrowed her eyes, snorting. "Not even if you'd be the last remaining human being on this whole damn planet", she hissed. "Go find yourself someone who fits you a bit more. Or something. A sheep would fit you pretty well."

   His smile dropped and his dumb face showed clearly the expression of a brain working to the excess to slowly let the words sink - then his features grew into a furious grimace.

   "No one is ever speaking to me like that!", he spat, his fists clenched.

   "Blimey, Polkiss, I do", Lynnea dryly replied, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "And now step aside and let me go, dumbfuck."

   "Be careful, bitch, I could make your life a living hell", he growled through clenched teeth.

   Lynnea bursted into a hollow laughter. "You, Piers Polkiss, know nothing about hell." Then she tilted her head slightly. "But I guess your mirror is telling a different story, having to deal with this accident of a face every single day. Say, do you have curtains in front of your mirror to slowly open them so it wouldn't smash itself out of pure shock?"

   She definitely shouldn't have said that, of this she was well aware, but in the end she didn't mind. Polkiss made a quick movement to Lynnea, grabbing her hair and pulled her head down towards her back.

   "Are you fucking mad?", Lynnea shrieked, unable to move.

   "I'll teach you manners!"

   "You? Teaching?", Lynnea snorted, even though she knew this wouldn't end too well for her. "Better teach yourself something, maybe like speaking and breathing at the same time, so you won't course your brain even more damage from this permanent lack of oxygen during your hilarious speeches."

   She didn't see it coming, but that made it even worse. The guy's fist slammed into Lynnea's face and she stumbled back at the wall of one of the gardens around her, the taste of blood filled her mouth and her eye and cheek was throbbing in pain. She felt like her cheekbone had been smashed into a million pieces, and she hadn't the time to even take a breath, as Piers Polkiss grabbed her throat and her feet left the ground, as he pressed her against the wall on his eye's height. Lynnea tried to suck in the air, but he pressed against her windpipe mercyless. Her fingers scratched over his hands' back, but he didn't seem to care. She pulled on his fingers, kicking against his legs, but her vision became blurry and her force faded. Her arms slided down, crashing against her own hips powerless, and her eyes rolled in the back of her head -

   She fell to the ground, gasping for air, still tiny white lights exploded in front of her eyes, but through the blur she could see Harry shoving Polkiss hard aside.

   "You stay away from my sister", he growled in a dangerously low voice, his wand outstretched.

   "As if I'd want to touch this little slut voluntarily", Polkiss snorted, eyeing Harry's wand suspicious.

   "Oh, I bet you would, but be sure I'd beat the shit out of you if I'll catch you one more time trying!"

   Lynnea would have suggested Polkiss to attack Harry, but to her surprise he backed away.

   "You're freaks, both of you!", he spat, and with that he turned around and walked away, vanishing around the corner.

   Harry turned to Lynnea, stretching out his hand to pull her on her feet. "Are you okay?", he asked, an eyebrow cocked. She nodded, still rubbing her throat. "You shouldn't linger around here, it's too dangerous around here. You have no wand."

   "Yah, but I have you", she croaked, her throat sore.

   Harry's expression softened. "Let's go back, Dumbledore will arrive every second."

   And indeed when they arrived at Number 4 Privet Drive an old man with his white long beard reflecting the sun was already awaiting them.

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   "Mom wrote us", George said, walking back into the shop, a piece of parchment in his hand. "She asked us to come over to dinner tonight." He made a short pause and as Fred didn't answer, he spoke: "Lynnea will arrive at the Burrow around six."

   "Well, then I wish you much fun", Fred dryly replied, going on putting some rubber ducks into the shelf, an idea their muggle stuff loving father came up with. They were quite useless, despite turning the color of the water into your favourite one.

   "Don't be an arse", George sighed, rolling his eyes. "Just come with me. You can't avoid seeing her for all eternity. Someday you'll have to face her."

   "Why, today is not that day, Georgie", Fred said. "She wouldn't want to see me anyways. Don't want to cause her any trouble."

   "That's something you should have thought about way earlier", snorted George. "Blimey, Fred! Maybe she'll cry. Okay, probably she'll cry. She did the whole summer, but -"

   "How'd you know she cried?", Fred sharply asked, stopping mid motion, glaring at his brother.

   "Because I wrote her, dumbass. Sometimes you could barely read her words, flooded with tears, you know? But I got the main part of the message, which is - and to be honest I knew it all along - that you're a git."

   "She called me a git?"

   "That's one of the friendlier things she called you", his twin chuckled. "You are a git."

   "Nice to know she got over me pretty fast", Fred muttered, a sour taste in his mouth.

   "Didn't you get that letters soaked in tears part of my story?" George's voice was an angry growl by now, but Fred didn't care. He definitely wasn't ready to face Lynnea. Not yet. "Well, fine. Stay here. Maybe you're right and she's really better off without you, you're acting like an arse."

   "Whatever keeps her alive", Fred mumbled. He watched George shake his head, before his twin vanished with a loud cracking noise. Fred grabbed one of the stupid rubber ducks, and with a loud groan threw it all across the shop and smashed it against the wall.