Things Never Last (Threequal to Things Change A George Weasley Love Story)

Scream

Blakey's P.O.V
If I had to be stuck with someone for monthes at a time, lets just say im glad it's not Ron
I need someone that can keep me sane.
and that someone just so happens to be the same person who has been driving me insane for years.
George Weasley
"Awww, is little Blake scared?" He cooed, batting at my pony tail.
I rolled my eyes. 
Foul git.
He should be ashamed of himself!
Making me stand outside in the cold all night, looking out for him while he is snoozing away under warm covers. 
Ripping my arms through the sleeves of my black pea coat, I glared up at him.
"Im not scared" 
"Are you sure? Because it seems like you need a man" He winked, handing me my wand.
I snatched it out of his hand, stepping around him and toward the tent flap.
 "Im easily worth 3 men" I smiled, walking out into the dark starless night. 
Alone.
Hopefully this night goes fast.
Circling the tent, as I thought, there was nobody around.
It's the middle of the forest, not downtown London. 
If anyone where to stumble into our campsite, it wouldn't be on purpose.
Sitting down on the roots of a near by tree, I leaned up against the trunk. 
The forest was eerily silent. 
Not a grasshopper chirp or owl hoot to be heard.
That's odd. 
*Crunch*
Snapping my head to the right, all I could makeout was......
Darkness.
It has to be nothing.
I just let George get to me that's all.
I wasn't scared.
*Snap*
Ok, maybe a tiny bit terrified 
Slowely, standing up, I pressed my body up against the tree.
*Crunch*
This has to be all in my head.
2 monthes we have been at this, it's not like someone is going to find us n.........
"Hello Lovely" A voice whispered from behind me. 
Spinning around, I let out a small whimper at who I saw.
Snatchers.
3 to be exact.
They were all very big, towering over me like the trees. Staring at me like I was their next meal. 
"And who might y.." 
But before I could hear the rest of what he said, I was running. 
Past the protective spell around the tent and through a field of tall grass, I lead them away from George.
Grabbing for my wand, chains wrapped around my chest and legs, making me fall to the ground. 
"Where you off to so soon hunny, we just got here" The leader of the group stated, standing over my motionless body. 
Hoisting me up to my feet, the other two held on to my restraints.
Like I could go anywhere.
"oh you are a pretty thing arent you?" 
Pulling a loose piece of hair from my pony tail behind my ear, I cringed away from his touch.
How am I ever going to get out of this mess?
"Wait a second, Ive seen you" He muttered, pointing at my face "You are that Black girl, the one on the posters"
Oh God, no.
You've got the wrong girl.
Im not her!
Whoever you think I am, you are wrong
My head was swimming with words my mouth just couldn't seem to spit out.
He Grinned.
"Alright boys, looks like we are taking his one someplace better then the Ministry" 

We apperated.
To a building Ive never seen.
In an area, I never knew about.
Gated off from the rest of London
I gazed up at the 3 story mansion in disbelief.
"What do we have here" A familier voice chirped from the other side of the gate. 
I knew who it was. 
The same women who killed my father. 
The same women who's blood coarses through my veins. 
A family member.
Lastrange.
Peering into her eyes, the noise of delight that she produced made me cringe with hate.
"Just when you think a mudblood can't get any worse, a Black shows up. Hows daddy? Oh wait, that's right" She grinned, letting us pass her and continue toward the front door.
Before I knew it, I was being apperated inside. 
Free of the Snatchers and chains, I traded up for a more terrifying capture.
Lastrange.
The room i now stood in was dark and cold, just like every Death Eater Ive ever known. 
Looking around, I was speechless. 
Standing just a few feet in front of me was the famous Malfoy Family. 
Dad free from prison.
Reunited with his equally repulsive son.
Heartwarming
"im sorry, was I not invited to the family reunion?" I asked, motioning toward Bellatrix and the Malfoy's
Being pushed up against a marble fireplace in one quick motion, I groaned as my head cracked against the mantel.
Bellatrix was enraged 
"NO FILTHY HALF BREED IS IN ANY FAMILY OF MINE!" She screamed in my face, throwing me to the ground.
Yeah
That hurt.
"Please, it's not like I want to be in it" I chuckled, get up on my hand and knees.
Only to be kicked back down.
"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME AS IF YOU ARE BETTER!" She spat in my face.
Laying on my back, Bellatrix straddled me. 
Keeping me pinned to the floor.
Wand at my neck.
"Do it" I whispered, voice unwavering. 
If it's going to happen
Im not going to give her the satisfaction. 
I worked too hard to go out with a whimper.
"Oh no, see, I want to hear you SCREAM!" she stated, holding her wand up.
Closing her eyes, I couldn't help but feel, fear. 
Before I knew what she was planning, her wand was on my cheek, burning through my skin.
Slicing the fragile layers all the way down to the bone. 
Slowly 
Painfully.
I winced.
Blood dripped down over my ear and into my hair. 
She didn't stop there.
Oh no.
Not until I screamed.
Begged.
Prayed.
Over my face, neck, and hands, she sliced letters.
That much im sure of.
Not just once but twice.
Going over them again for extra measure.
That is when I gave up.
I screamed murder.
I begged for mercy 
I prayed for death.
and she loved every minute of it.
Time dragged on, hours? Days?
Pain is all I knew 
Cruico
After Cruico
Cut 
After cut
People can live through this much pain?
"Trash" 
I heard Bellatrix mutter, throwing me across the room with just a flick of her wand.
Skidding across the tiled floor, I couldn't stop myself from going down the staircase.
Even if I wanted to.
Hitting each step on the way down, metal bars stopped my painful fall.
I layed there.
Broken.
Beaten.
Bloody.
My face felt raw. 
My bones felt crushed.
My spirit.......
You can't feel something that's not there.
Reaching my arm up felt like it was going to snap it in two. 
My legs weren't in any better shape.
What am I suppose to do?
Never move again?
Was this my life now?
Hidden away down a staircase being tortured everyday.
Never seeing the light of day again.
Never seeing Mr. and Mrs. Weasley at the breakfast table again.
Fighting with Ron.
Scolding Fred.
Studing with Hermione.
Quidditch with Harry.
Talking with Ginny. 
Laughing with George.
Oh dear Godric, he was always so daft.
I love him more then he'll ever know.
Every since I met him, I knew.
This is who im going to spend the rest of my life with.
Now, he's going to have to spend it with someone else.
A tear slid down my face, burning the cuts with it's salty liquid.
"George I love you so much" I whispered into the darkness. Grabbing ahold of one of the iron bars, I used everything to pull myself up without success.  "And im so sorry"