A Chance Encounter | Fred Weasley

Chapter 25

Clara couldn't remember too much of what had happened after that. She remembered that Fred walked her back to the Great Hall so that she could calm down and rest up a bit. Everyone had started to go outside because Voldemort had returned to the castle with Harry. Something had happened that caught everyone off guard, but she didn't pay much attention to them.

The entire time she was focused on Griffin.

When Harry had leapt out of Hagrid's grasp, that's when she saw Griffin sprint towards her.

Clara lost sight of Fred in the chaos that had erupted, but she immediately ran into the castle and into one of the main corridors. Death Eaters and students were back at it again, but a crisp voice rang clear through the air.

"You can't run away forever, little sister."

She froze in her tracks. Clara gripped her wand until her knuckles turned white. Her eyes were shut tight, fear welling up inside her.

I'll never let him hurt you.

Taking a deep breath, she gathered her strength and turned to face Griffin.

"Why Mikey?" she asked him. "Why not me or Roman?"

"Oh it's way too much fun to mess with you two. We all know Michael was the accident child anyway," Griffin casually explained, looking over his wand for any damage. "And he was the apple of mum's eye–"

"–until you ruined her."

"Clara, I'm not the one that killed her, am I?"

Clara's jaw clenched.

"No matter, I'll deal with you like I did with Michael. Then I'll kill Roman and be finished with the lot of you."

Clara brought up her wand in defense as Griffin started to throw spell after spell at her. She watched as his twisted grin filled his face. They danced around one another. Griffin was attacking more than Clara was. What was she afraid of?

She had every reason to be upset with him. He killed her father. He brainwashed her mother. He killed her brother. Now it was only her and Roman left to keep the family going, and there was no way she was going to give him a chance to take that from her.

Offensive spells started to spew out of her wand as she yelled out in anger at her brother.

"Ooh, shouting like a savage isn't going to help you, little sister."

He was amused by her efforts.

"You should have finished school like the rest of us. You'd know how to protect yourself by now."

One quick jinx to her ankles and Clara immediately fell onto the floor beneath her. She could feel herself being lifted off the ground, then thrown against the wall opposite from her.

"OI!" a voice called from down the hall, followed by Griffin's cackle.

"Better take care of your damaged goods, Weasley!"

Fred knelt down next to Clara as she coughed, the wind that was knocked out of her returning.

"You hurt? Anything broken?"

Clara shook her head. "Kill him."

Fred nodded as he turned around to face Griffin.

"I heard you're in love with my whore of a sister."

"You shut your mouth, Caxton."

"Or what? You'll let your little army of a family loose on me?"

"Or we'll shut your mouth for you," Roman growled.