Blue Belle {Fred Weasley}

Chapter 86

Fred tended to stay away from his girlfriend. He loves her but he hates the fact she resorts to violence for everything. George was right. He may have only been joking when he used to tell Fred that Belle was violent, but, it turns out, she actually is.

Yet, Fred didn't know half of it. Belle didn't like doing it. When she used to throw her shoe at George it was a joking around action, which George knew from countless of conversations between then when he confides in her to talk about Timothée Sanders and how much he wants him so bad.

He didn't know that Belle was hearing the voice someone she used to be close friends with. That he was taunting her and not leaving her alone. This wasn't the boy she used to know. He is evil. Malicious. Controlling. He only shuts up when she does what he says. Then he starts with something new.

She can't take it.

It had been a week. Horrible. Terrible. Sad news had come about. Only a short amount of time had gone by and already, Bill and Harley's happiness had been ripped from them. Harley had suffered a miscarriage and everyone was treating her like a china doll. All of those except Belle.

She kept to herself and focused on her studies. He was telling her to.

Belle knocked on the door to the living room, knowing Harley was in there. After all, it was about the only quiet place around. Belle poked her head around and bit her lip. "Sorry, if I'm intruding, can I revise in here? It's quiet."

Harley nodded and welcomed her cousin in. "Do you want me to leave?"

Belle shook her head. "It's okay. Unless you want to, that is."

"No, I'll stay."

Belle sat down on the floor, placing her work onto the coffee table and starting to work through the book. Try as she might she still found no way of revising. Nothing was going in and to top it off, she had noticed, more so recently, that words were not looking right on the page, letter and numbers were mixing up and replacing each other and it was torturous. Harley sat quietly for a while, watching Belle as the girl struggled to revise.

"How did you do it? How did you revise?" Belle Asked her, placing her quill down. "Bill said you lied about your grades, that you did exceptional but you told him you'd scraped it because you don't like to gloat. So how did you do it?"

Face it Belle, you're thick!

Harley shrugged, "I made flash cards and mind-maps. And kept reading over them, saying the out loud, covering it and reciting what it said."

Belle groaned, "I've tried that. It doesn't work. Nothing works!"

Thick, Belle, Thick!

Harley furrowed her eyebrows and shuffled to the edge of the sofa. "Talk to me, tell me about how you find it difficult and what you have been doing as well as what I just suggested. I will try to help you, after all you've been helping me."

Belle was confused, "I don't get it." What was Harley taking about?

Dumb!

"You haven't been drilling into me about everything. You've been normal, except you haven't, have you?"

"I still don't understand," Belle told her.

STUPID!

"That dream, the boggart, it's messed with you hasn't it? You're not sleeping, you're not eating, even I can see that. You're stressing over this year ahead and none of this is helping. Tell me the truth, Belle, we're both having hard times and we're family. If you can confide in anyone, you can confide in me."

Aw, how sweet. It disgusts me!

Belle sighed, "what you just said, all true. I-I just can't stop seeing that dream and then the boggart."

OH THATS ME!

"And..and... the words on the page scramble up, I can't remember things and no matter what I do I can't improve. I'm being tutored by a girl two years younger than me!"

It's because you canny do anything you're thick! Get that into your head!

"My mother hates my guts, Fred and George might not even be going back to school and I have no future! I just want a chance but it's not going to happen because I'm thick and a headcase!"

Nutter!

Thick!

Headcase!

Crazy!

Stupid!

Dumb!

"SHUT UP!" She screamed slapping her head repeatedly. "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Why won't he shut up?!"

Bahahaha!

Harley's eyes widened and she clasped hold of Belle's hands pulling the girl into her. Belle burst into to tears and wrapped her arms around her cousin. Belle cling to Harley as his voice swirled around her head, encasing her and not letting her go. She wanted him to leaver her alone! She hated it all and she hated herself!

As much as Harley hated seeing Belle this way, it was a good distraction and made her feel like nothing had happened to her. Like she wasn't being wrapped up in cotton wool at all. Like she was her normal self. Not the pain-filled woman she had been for the past few days.

She thought over what Belle had said and how she had acted. "Belle, perhaps you have a slight case of aphasia, you might not, but it is a possibility. Also, who were you telling to shut up?"

"Enoch."