Black Soul- George Weasley

The One With The Remembrall

"Oy, wake up", Astraea was rudely interrupted from the most amazing sleep she had had since ever. The first sleep where she didn't have nightmares.

"Ger'off", she mumbled sleepily and nuzzled in the most comfortable pillow. Surprisingly, her pillow smells extraordinary.

"Come on wake up", that annoying voice said. "before Percy throws a fit".

Percy? and is that Fred? Why would Percy come to the girl's dormitory? More specifically, what is Fred doing here?

Astraea opened her eyes to find that she is still in the common room and her comfortable pillow is non other than George Weasley. He looks like he just woke up himself, yawning and rubbing his eyes. She blushed and jumped off him looking at a smirking Fred.

"What time is it?" she asked him trying to stop the blush in her cheeks.

"11:30", replied Fred. "Which means 30 minutes before Percy is back".

"Alright alright", sighed George. "Percy this, Percy that. Why so obsessed?"

"My fault saving your arses", teased Fred and left.

Awkward silence fell upon them for the first time in their lives. It feels like they were both discovering new feelings and seeing each other for the first time. George shrugged it off thinking it is just a phase while Astraea shrugged it off because even if she started feeling something, George would definitely be off without being involved with her. So they both looked around when Astraea saw the message lying on the ground with ink and the quill.

"Oh I haven't sent it", she chuckled and looked around for Marama. Once she came over, Astraea tied the response to her leg and sent her on her way. 

"Well then", she said sighing. "Good night".

"Good night", he replied.

The days passed painful on Astraea, the same nightmare of her father and that weird man and then the green light, and in the day time, headaches getting stronger. However, she made sure no one to notice since she really didn't want Poppy telling her mother or worse, McGonagall.

McGonagall was always watching over Astraea since day one. She acted like a mother to her during her Hogwarts time, she never really knew why she cared so much about her. However, she had to admit, it was nice having someone checking up on you especially when everyone is against you, and especially when you are against yourself.

On a Thursday morning, while everyone was in the Great Hall having breakfast, Astraea was trying not to fall asleep. She had up to eight hours of sleep in the whole week.

"Typical," she heard Harry say darkly. "Just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy."

 She knew he had been looking forward to learning to fly more than anything else.

 "You don't know that you'll make a fool of yourself," she heard Ron say reasonably. "Anyway, I know Malfoy's always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet that's all talk." 

"Flying class with Slytherins?" she asked smiling tiredly.

"Yes", Harry grumbled sitting next to her.

"Well I wish I can share this misery with you", she started laughing. "But I've got it with Ravenclaws".

"Lucky you", Ron replied.

"Is that so?" she said laughing.

"Oh right", Ron said laughing. "You hate Flying classes".

"Oh you hate them?" asked Harry to which she nodded. "But why? Do they suck? Is the Professor like Snape?"

"No no calm down", she laughed. "Madam Hooch is really awesome and badass. I just am afraid of heights and flying makes me dizzy".

Harry nodded in understanding.

A barn owl brought Neville a small package from his grandmother. He opened it excitedly and showed them a glass ball the size of a large marble, which seemed to be full of white smoke.

 "It's a Remembrall!" he explained. "Gran knows I forget things — this tells you if there's something you've forgotten to do. Look, you hold it tight like this and if it turns red — oh..." His face fell, because the Remembrall had suddenly glowed scarlet, "...you've forgotten something...."

Neville was trying to remember what he'd forgotten when Draco Malfoy, who was passing the Gryffindor table, snatched the Remembrall out of his hand. Harry and Ron jumped to their feet. They were half hoping for a reason to fight Malfoy.

"Give it back Malfoy", Astraea groaned too tired for his bullshit.

"Oh my dear cousin", said Malfoy smirking. "And I thought you wouldn't stoop lower".

"At least I am not as low as you and your parents", she stood up ready to punch in into the next generation, but Professor McGonagall, who could spot trouble quicker than any teacher in the school, was there in a flash.

"What's going on?"

"Malfoy's got my Remembrall, Professor."

Scowling, Malfoy quickly dropped the Remembrall back on the table.

"Just looking," he said, and he sloped away with Crabbe and Goyle behind him.  

"And you", she turned to Astraea. "I need you a little bit earlier in my class. We need to talk".

"Yes professor", Astraea mumbled.

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