Black Soul- George Weasley

The One With The Voice

Astraea ran up to the common room and up to the bathroom. She locked herself so that no one would enter. She could distinctly hear the twins calling her name and telling her to talk to them. She was so upset because everything she was working for, her image, the bullying, the rumors; trying to prove to everyone that she was NOT her father, was not working.

She didn't blame Harry; her father was the reason he is an orphan. She, however, kept thinking that if now, when he has no idea who her father is, when he just saw a glimpse of her family, he is starting to hate on her, to bully her. She kept thinking, what would he do if he found out the whole truth? What would her do if he found out that she came from a Slytherin family (Aside from her parents)?

Astraea's family, both sides, were Slytherin and Death Eaters/ worked for the Dark Lord. Both sides were responsible for deaths and most of them dead, others in Azkaban.

Astraea looked at herself in the mirror, bloodshot eyes, red nose and breathing heavily. The headache returned, she could feel it magnifying. She went and got her potion from her trunk and went back to bathroom as if waiting for a sign to not drink it. She didn't know why something was begging her not to drink. She screwed her eyes shut and thought about the people she wants to stay here for: Hogwarts, Remmy, Nymphie, Aunt Andromeda, Uncle Teddy, the Weasleys, the Twins. Suddenly, a red head boy flashed in front of her, a specific twin; George. She opened her eyes and sobbed. She could never be with him, even if it was just a small school crush. Not just him. Any sane, good guy would not want to be with her because of her family.

She opened the flask and with trembling hands she lifted the flask to her lips.

"Don't"

She heard a panicked voice say, she looked around, but saw no one.

"Don't! You will kill me! Please"

The voice said again. Okay it was a female and familiar, but she couldn't pin out where she heard it. She took a deep breath and looked at her reflection.

"Okay I am going mad! I need this potion", she muttered to herself. she lifted it up again to her lips.

"Please don't send me back! Don't drink this! We can be together"

Her headache magnified, but she won't submit to it. She won't end in the hospital wing again. Suddenly, a new feeling came over to her, she looked at the potion with furrowed eyebrows and spilled it in the sink. 'No more anti-depression shit', she thought. 'Mother should work her own issues not mine'.

With one last look at the mirror, she washed her face and left the bathroom. She went down to the common room and faced the twins with a poker face.

"Listen, Harry probably didn't mean it", Fred said.

"He was probably just upset or something", George continued.

"Calm down boys", she started smiling a bit. "I'm okay. Really. Promise".

They both looked uncertain, but let it go. George put his arm around her and pulled her close. She suddenly remembered the feeling she felt: I could never be with him. I could never be with anyone. She started getting upset again when she heard that panicked voice again, though now it was confident.

"Who said we can't be with anyone? Anyone would be lucky to have us"

She felt creeped out, but honestly a warm feeling that now she has a common sense voice knowing exactly how she feels is telling her encouraging words. She smiled at that thought and went to sit down with the twins.

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