Lie To Me

Part 32

Fred Weasley
Waking up that morning felt different. There was something off.
I could hear too much movement. There was never this many people up early in the morning, and when I looked to my right and didn't see George still in bed, something was definitely wrong.
I sat up quickly and rubbed my eyes, forcing myself out of bed and slipping on a jumper.
I was about to open the door but it flew open.
"Freddie you better come down. It's manic." George said and I nodded, racing after him down the numerous flights of stairs.

Dad was pacing up and down the kitchen and I noticed mum kneeling in front of the sofa, stroking someone's hair.
I furrowed my brows and cleared my throat.
"What's going on?"
"Your father found this poor girl outside last night. She's a bit bloodied up and she hasn't stopped shaking. We don't know who she is or where she came from." Mum explained as Ron joined us in the kitchen, joining in with my feeling of tiredness and confusion.
He shuffled over to the sofa and I watched as his eyes widened.
"Bloody hell its Kit!" He yelled, kneeling down beside mum in front of her.
"What?"
"Katerina King. Bloody hell Fred she beat you up and you asked her to the dance." Ron said.
"Yes I know who she is!" I scoffed and immediately I joined them crowding round the sofa.

Mum stood up and I took her place.
She looked awful.
Mum had wrapped her up in a knitted blanket to keep her warm but Kits body was still shaking. I didn't understand.
Surely she lived nowhere near here.
No one lived near here.
She would have had to been walking for hours to even get close.
"How do you think she got here?" I asked, not speaking to anyone in particular.
"She must have walked from somewhere." Dad said, his voice becoming more harsh.
"Why the change in attitude Arthur?" Mum said and he wrapped an arm around her.
"She's a King. Her parents are infamous death eaters. The most loyal to you know who." He said and all of us shared a look of shock mixed with confusion. "I've checked and she doesn't have the mark. But you never know."
"She's not a death eater. She would always talk about how she resented them at school." Ron said.
"You're friends?" Dad asked.
"Not exactly. But Hermione helps her in potions and she hangs around with us quite a bit." Ron said and I think it settled Mum and Dads mind that she wasn't some criminal.

Everyone cleared out of the room before long, but I couldn't bring myself to leave. She looked so broken even when she was asleep. I felt sorry for her. She had obviously been through something.
I cautiously reached out and moved some of the dark hair that was stuck to the side of her face. But when she didn't wake up, I continued to stroke her hair and study the little marks on her face.
"You still fancy her." George said from beside me and I shrugged.
"Shes beautiful, and I like how fiery she is. But the last Ron heard was that she was with Malfoy." I said and he smiled.
"Of course you'd like her after she punched your lights out." He laughed and I couldn't help but smile at the memory.
It was funny looking back on it. But it also brought back the embarrassment and disappointment I felt when she turned up to the dance with Malfoy, looking like royalty.

I wondered what she could have been through to get here. I traced the small marks on her face but decided that they looked almost healed so they couldn't have been from today which made me even more concerned for her.
As I was stroking her hair, she started to groan and rolled onto her back. Her body still shook but at least now she was coming round.
Yet it made me nervous. She was going to be out of it and wouldn't know where she was, and that would be scary for anyone. I just hoped to myself that she didn't lash out.
She groaned again and let out a small cough and I kept stroking her hair, hoping it would comfort her.
"Come on Kit." I sighed and at that moment her eyes opened half way. "Hello princess." I laughed and she opened her eyes wider.
"Hello Weasley."