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

Three Mates

"Wait, what? What do you mean It's time. It can't be, the plan was next week was the week. Next week!"

My heart was beating with nerves so fast It was the only thing I could hear.

I wasn't ready for this.

Not now.

"Well you can't really plan these things Blake, no matter how hard you try" Charlie replied, handing me the wand out of my jacket pocket.

I grasped it tightly like it was my only life line

Because

Well, it was.

Looking back at Fred and George, they seemed unfazed.

How?

I was freaking out.

And it's not like I hid it well.

"Well, where, where are we going?" I questioned, stepping forward slightly.

"Aberforth Dumbledore's from there we will enter Hogwarts" George answered, holding out his hand.

I hesitated.

There was no time to be scared.

I ran out of time, I used it all up. Preparing.

For this moment.

One more week wouldn't change that.

One year of work just to be scared?

 I don't think so.

Reaching, I clasped my hand in his. 

No regrets. 

No looking back.

Closing my eyes I felt apperation wash over and my feet crunch down on thick gravel.

"Follow me and stay close" Charlie instructed, walking toward a dark stone house.

Not even bothering to knock, we entered the dimly lite house.

The sound of shoes scuffling across the floor echoed through the emptiness.

"Here we are" Charlie whispered, as we entered the common room.

Checking the surroundings I noticed no one was around.

Not just that but there was a gaping whole where a portrait used to be.

Charlie climbed in. 

"Well come on, we don't have all day" He called, pulling us all back from our daze.

Fred went in after Charlie, I after Fred, and George after me.

It was like a conga line of worried wizards.

About two minutes into the journey, I noticed a light up ahead.

"Ahh good to see you all made it safe and sound" I heard a deep voice greet.

My heart leapt at the familiarity. 

"Ah Blakely good to see you as well"

"It's great to be back Mr. Weasley" 

Filing out of the porthole and into the light I let out a short gasp.

This did not look like Hogwarts.

No lights.

No decorations.

No pictures. 

It was like an institution.