Enchantment (George Weasley x Reader)

Scarlet and Gold

Y/N's POV

I sat inside Dumbledore's office an hour before the feast and the Sorting Ceremony for the first year. I was told that they cannot have me sorted with the first year as I was a transferred student, and it was unusual. It was something I was okay with, at least my name would not be announced to the whole student body.

Just a few minutes after I got in the office, the heads of the houses, McGonagall, Sprout, Flitwick, and Snape, as well as some of the professors including Remus joined us. Their gaze were heavy, except for McGonagall who looked a bit worried. Scared, not for herself, but for me. Then there was Snape, who I was sure was ready to kill me any moment.

"I hope that this transfer of school is purely coincidental, Black?" Snape hissed as the other professors grasped upon knowing who I was. It did not scare me, though. More than anything, it annoyed me.

I straightened my back as I slowly release a rather deep breath, glancing at the professors before answering. "I am afraid it is not coincidental, professor," I said, voice filled with conviction which made Snape threw an even sharper gaze at me.

"What do you mean by that, dear?" McGonagall walked towards me slowly, as if testing the waters to see if she'd drown.

"I came here as soon as I learned that he escaped. See, I haven't even met my father."

Gasps and murmurs from other professors filled the room as they heard my answer, but it was not long until Dumbledore ordered silence.

"Y/N, I trust that you are well-aware that your father is a felon and he escaped Azkaban." Dumbledore said calmly, walking over to my side.

"I don't know if he really is a felon..."

"Rubbish!" Snape scowled.

"I don't know, really. I have been in hiding since I was born in 1979. Hiding with my mother. All I know is that Sirius Black begged my mother to leave and to hide because he had a war to face. I only know he chose to protect the Potters."

"Protect them? My dear, I am sorry, but he was accused of betraying them and killing twelve muggles." McGonagall shook her head at me, before placing her hand on my shoulder.

"It's just..." I paused, biting my lower lip as I muster up the courage to speak up. "I believe the greatest betrayal would just be to hide with us, be safe with us. But he didn't do that. My mum clearly remembered my father saying he can never leave James Potter, that he is a family. His family. But, if these accusations were indeed true, wouldn't you be glad to have me?"

"And why would be glad to have a daughter of a murderer with us and endanger the lives of other students?" Snape interjected.

"Severus," Dumbledore eyed him. "She is not her father."

I scoffed quietly and rolled my eyes, "I apologise, Professor Dumbledore. I may really have been reckless in my decision making. I can just fly black to France..."

McGonagall stepped in front of me, "No. You are welcome here at Hogwarts, my dear."

Boldly, I faced them all, gauging their reactions, trying to feel how they feel. Having a blood of a veela running through my veins allowed me to better assess the people around me, and at that moment, I was grateful for that.

"I know you are all scared. But should all these accusations be true, I would be your best way to finding him. I am sure if he learns I am here, he would go looking for me. I would not hesitate to turn him over. But if the accusations weren't true..."

"Professor Dumbledore would be of great help on dealing with it." The headmaster cut me off, giving me a soft smile. "Shall we begin the sorting?" he asked casually.