Out of the Dark (A Harry Potter Fan Fiction)

Chapter 18- Two People

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE HARRY POTTER STORYLINE, SETTINGS OR CHARACTERS, ALL CREDIT GOES TO J.K ROWLING.

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I could hear voices floating above my head,

“Is she okay?”

“What happened?”

“She’s stirring!”

“Athena…”

My eyelids began to flicker; I could vaguely see Mrs Weasley in my view, her blurry face disconcertingly close to mine. The baby cries cut through the haze and my eyes snapped open.

“You gave us quite a scare there Athena.” A voice said to me, George? I turned my head to face the voice, it was Ron. I gave a weak smile.

“Do you want some water, dear?” Andromeda came into view holding a glass of water, and everything flooded back. I had to use all my strength not to cry. I just nodded and tried to sit up, my head began to spin.

I grabbed the glass with both hands and took a long drink; it took away the dizziness but not the urge to cry.

“What happened, dear?” Mrs Weasley came back into view, her face etched with worry.

“I think I just got a little over excited.” I said weakly, forcing a small smile, “I think I’ll just go home.”

“Are you sure that’s wise?” Andromeda said raising an eyebrow, our eyes locked, I knew she didn’t mean about my welfare after the collapse but about the way George reacted, was it wise for me to see him so soon?

I had to try and speak to him.

“Yes I’ll be fine.” I said firmly, I pulled my legs off of the sofa and stood up.

“If you’re going to apparate at least eat something first.” Hermione suddenly spoke, I wasn’t aware of how many people were here until then. It seemed everyone had arrived, including Bill and Fleur, who must have arrived while I was unconscious; there was everyone, except George.

 “Good idea, thanks.” I said as she passed me a biscuit, I ate it in a couple of bites. Everyone had now realised that I had recovered sufficiently, so they slowly drifted off and went back to their own conversations.

I took a deep breath in and muttered a good bye to everyone; I had to leave now before they spotted my weakness.

I stumbled on the way out slightly and as soon as I felt fresh air on my face I pushed my self into apparition.

I landed right inside the apartment. My packed bags were on the floor in front of me.

“I want you out.” George was stood behind them.

 A mixture of feelings welled up inside e sadness, hurt but it was mainly anger. How dare he accuse me like that?! What right does he have to make me feel like nothing, like the murderer he accused me of being?! He made me look weak and powerless. What I did was wrong, that is something I can never deny, however it was in self defence, the only thing I have ever been taught.

“No.” I said simply, my eyes hit his face in a dark stare.

“I’m not having a murderer live under my roof.” He growled.

That was it. My anger exploded out of me in one swift movement. Suddenly George was pinned to the floor, my knees on his chest and my wand at his neck. “How dare you!” I screamed.

“How dare I what?!” he shouted back at me “Tell you the truth, well sorry sweetheart, but murderers don’t normally get let off the hook so easily!”