❝my papa always told me that you can't trust anybody, no matter what.❞
❝why would he say that?❞
❝his own love betrayed their best friends and the family they shared❞
HOPE JAMES LUPIN-BLACK
+ GEORGE FABIAN WEASLEY
AN UNEXPECTED LOVE STORY
◎ book one...
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CHAPTER THREE
❛Step aside boys❜
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The five Gryffindor students managed to land the car perfectly in the garage, feeling more accomplished than ever. As they made their way from the garage, Ron Weasley went over the plan with the Potter boy as to how he got there, but before they made it past the garden, Hope Lupin-Black's face fell.
"Uh, you guys," she spoke up, her wide eyes staring straight ahead. "We might want to make a run for it."
Molly Weasley marched across the yard with a rag in hand, a look of pure anger spread across her face. The chickens in the grass tried to cross her path but she only kicked them to the side as she came closer.
"We're done for," George Weasley stated, turning to his twin brother. "It's been nice knowing you, Freddie."
"Maybe," cautioned Fred, grabbing the Lupin-Black girl and moving her in front of him. "If we hold Hope and Harry out like shields—"
It was too late as Molly Weasley came to a halt in front of them, hands on her hips and she started. "So."
"Morning, Mum," greeted George, trying to put on a pretend happy face. "It's such a good day out isn't it?"
"Have you any idea how worried I've been?" the Weasley woman spoke in a deadly whisper as she eyed each of the children.
Ron's face went red as he tried to speak up and explain. "We're sorry, Mum, but you see, we had to—"
"Beds empty! No note! Car gone, you could have crashed! I was out of my mind with worry, but did you care?" she exclaimed with her hands on her hips. "Never, as long as I've lived. You wait until your father gets home. We never had trouble like this with Bill, or Charlie, or Percy—"
Fred scoffed and rolled his eyes, muttering beneath his breath. "Perfect Percy."
"You could do with taking a leaf out of Percy's book!" shouted Molly, pointing her finger directly into her son's chest. "You could have died, you could have been seen, you could have lost your father his job—"
