Dancing In The Storm •Fred Weasley•

Chapter 34

•This story takes scenes from the Harry Potter series. I want to make it clear that I don't own those scenes. That's owned by
J.K. Rowling. Thank you•

~Scarlett~

"Well it's obviously talking about the Black Lake," I murmured to myself as Harry repeated the message for the millionth time.

"So I need to be able to breath underwater for an hour," Harry sighed, tugging at his hair in frustration. "And they're going to take something I'll sorely miss?"

"Let's first focus on the breathing underwater thing." I stated, holding a hand up to stop him from rambling on. "How about I try finding something in the Potions cupboard? I'm sure Snape's got something that can help."

"Yeah, only problem is I don't have the map."

"What?!" I exclaimed, panic flooding through me. That map was one of mine and the twin's most prized possessions. "What do you mean you 'don't have it'?!"

"Well, on my way back from the Prefects' Bathroom, I ran into Filch and Snape. Moody got me out of it, but he asked to borrow the map, so I gave it to him," Harry explained, wincing as I glared at him.

"You bloody hope you get that back," I threatened. "You may be my brother but I'm not afraid to hex you." I waved my wand a little in front of his face to get my point across. He noticeably gulped and quickly nodded.

"Now, how about we go get breakfast?" I offered, saving him from my own threat.

Harry agreed, having given up the first half of breakfast to talk to me. The Common Room was abandoned during breakfast so it seemed like the best time to talk. But that didn't mean we weren't starving.

We walked down to the Great Hall together, but when we turned into the hall we were not expecting an uproar of shouts.

"Oi! Bennet, what's up?! Or should I call you Black?!"

"Hey, Black! You gonna murder us all like your Daddy?!"

"Like father like daughter, amirite?!"

My eyes widened as all the attention landed on me. Everyone was shouting and pointing fingers at me. I saw Jeremy laughing with his friends as they threw insults at me.

I vaguely felt Harry's hand land on my shoulders as he tried to get me to ignore them and keep walking, but I could hardly feel or hear him. Their voices echoed in my head as they called me a murderer and a liar.

I could feel my throat closing up and the tears welling up in my eyes. My breathing quickened and their voices seemed to get louder as the room started spinning.

I could just barely feel myself moving, taking small steps back before I turned and ran. I stumbled as I ran, unable to keep my balance as everything was blurry from the tears.

"Oi!" A voice called. I turned to see a group coming towards me. I couldn't even tell what house they were in as I couldn't focus on anything. "You gonna go on the run like your Daddy?!"

"I–please just–please–just go–I SAID GO!"

I took deep, shaky breaths as I backed up into the wall. The group took a step towards me, their laughs bouncing around in my head. I knew I was having an anxiety attack, I've had them before, but I've never experienced one this bad.