Undying Devotion: A Weasley Love Story.

Chapter 36: Nobody knew this was coming.

**Guinevere’s POV**

“Hey, Guin, can I talk to you?” George asks stepping outside into the cool winter air. Everything around us is so peaceful. The only lighting is coming from the stars above us.

“When were you planning on telling me?” I ask him looking off into the distance. He looks guiltily down at his feet.

“I wasn’t.” He mumbles risking a glance in my eyes. I can’t help but glare at him.

“You’re no better than Fred.” I retort nastily jumping to my feet letting hurt and anger consume me. “You led me on this whole time and you weren’t planning on telling me!”

“I’m sorry, Guin.” He tells me over and over again.

“Well you better get inside. I expect she will be here soon.” I yell grabbing grass and snow and throwing it in his face. He protects his face but doesn’t fight back.

“You better just let her calm down.” Mom tells George making him go back inside. She gives me a sympathetic look before following him. “Oh, Guin, Charlie should be here within the next hour, keep an eye out.”

Once mom is back inside the house I continue to look out at the horizon. This Christmas seems almost as bleak as last. This morning I had thought I had everything figured out only to realize it was only an illusion. After lunch we were sitting around the fireplace with our mugs of hot chocolate just talking when I had the vision. I had saw George and his wife Angelina Johnson. They have been married a little over a month and he failed to tell me. He had also failed to tell me about their pregnancy scare which led to them being secretly married. I’m not even sure if the rest of the family was aware of it yet.

“Excuse me--.” I hear a soft voice to the left of me. I reluctantly turn my head to see a man who looks like Charlie. Only the Charlie I remember wasn’t buff nor this scarred. The Charlie I remember was a tall, stocky boy with short red hair and white, pasty skin. This man has pronounced muscles with burns that litter his arms and a gash that runs from his forehead to his ear. His hair is long and in a braid behind his back. His jawline is also more pronounced than I remember.

“Charlie?” I ask touching his gash. I mutter a spell and it heals instantly. He looks at me curiously, his eyes pry into me.

“Do I know you?” He asks still staring intently at me. I nod. “I’m Guinevere.” His face turns instantly to shock.

“Don’t lie to me, woman. I was here at her funeral just last year.” He tells me still staring at me. “You do not look like Guinevere.” He adds a little more softly.

“Yet here I stand, older. And broken.” I say taking my eyes from his searching gaze. I mutter my enchantment and sit under the tree and look up at the bright night sky. It calms me.

“It’s freezing out here. Why aren’t you inside with my brothers?” He asks as he sits beside me. “Nice charm by the way.”

“I don’t belong here anymore. Fred is engaged and George is married.” I reply, every breath hurting more and more. I see Charlie’s stunned expression out of the corner of my eye. “You may want to hold off on discussing the information, I’m not sure if the rest of the family knows yet.” He nods in understanding.

“Coming home to this must be a huge shock.” He tells me. I nod sadly.

“Nobody could have seen this coming, that’s for sure.” I tell him chuckling. He still looks serious.

“You look different.” He spits out. I smirk at him and roll my eyes.

“Well I am six, nearly seven years older since the last time you saw me. And I could say the same thing for you.” I reply looking up at him.