The Truth Of Blackthorn (Fred Weasley Fanfic)

22- Shut Down

Something happened to my Empathic powers during the first month of school. I was picking more emotions from people. People I knew, people I'd never spoken to before. It seemed like I was picking up every emotion. I tried not to bring any attention to myself. Snape had told me that they had managed to find the real Mad-eye Moody and safely removed him from the chest. But that left Crouch Jr roaming free. He took a liking to me during our first DADA lesson. Unforgivable Curses. I didn't bat an eye as he asked me what the three spells were, I stared him down as I listed them. I had felt so much anger towards the man that I had to keep my fists closed so tight that I had small half-moon indents on my palms.

My anxiety hit the roof when Katie Bell and Emily Lestrange started hovering rather close around me. Fred and George stayed close to me when they realised what was going on and soon my anxiety turned to anger. I always came back to anger. Except for when I was alone with Fred, when I was with him I held no anger. I was always calm and at peace with him.

I spent the rest of my time with my eyes on my songbook and my guitar within reaching distance. The music of the guitar didn't seem to bother anyone, Angelina had even told me it helps her sleep. But my music wasn't the same either. The songs I wrote were full of anger and misery, sometimes even extreme sadness. So I didn't sing, I just played mindless tunes on my guitar.

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I sat down on the sofa next to Fred while my eyes were on the group of teenagers that were huddled around the notice board, I rolled my eyes, Fred instinctively wrapped an arm around me and I leaned into him, my tense muscles relaxing almost instantly. "Other schools will be here on Friday?" I asked. Fred nodded his head, "Great" I looked around the room, I raised my eyebrow when I saw that Katie and Emily had broken away from the group and were talking quietly between one another while sending looks my way.

"Ignore them, Songbird," Fred said quietly and I forced myself to unclench my hands but my shoulders tensed up when Emily and Katie started making their way towards us with a smirk on their face. "Stay calm, love" Fred added quickly but I didn't respond.

"What now?" I asked bluntly when the girls stopped in front of me, Emily smirked but Katie looked slightly nervous.

"Have you seen the notice?" Emily asked in a mockingly sweet voice, "Beauxbatons are coming" I gave her a flat look.

"So is Durmstrang" I replied, Fred turned his head to hide his laughter in my hair, my lips turned up in a small smile and Katie glared.

"Not the point, freak" Emily spat and my hands balled into fists, Fred noticed the shift in my mood and sat up a little straighter, "I've seen what comes out of Beauxbaton" Her eyes went to Fred before she grinned, "Enjoy the time you have, with that school coming and a face like yours, I don't see Fred hanging around long"

My blood boiled inside me and I glared at Emily, "Cute. Veela have no effect on Fred, if you're really that interested" Emily's face fell slightly, I stood up and put my bag on my shoulder, "The fact that you still see the need to try and belittle me just shows that you are still threatened by me" I shrugged, "Hate me or love me, Emily" I stepped a little closer towards her, "But I am still your every thought"

I picked up my guitar and left the common room without a backward glance, my blood still boiling. The thought did cross my mind a few times, the Veela may not have had an effect on Fred at the game but that was from a distance. What if the Veela being closer would change that? How could anyone compete with a girl who has Veela blood? It terrified me.

I stopped walking when I realised I had walked straight to the Quidditch field, it hadn't been modified yet. I took a seat on the grass on the other side of the field and sang a few lines of a song I had written in the summer while I rolled a joint, " I have died every day, waiting for you. Darling don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand years" I lit the joint and took a drag.