Alora Snape // A Fred Weasley Love Story

Chapter 5: Diagon Alley

The Friday before the 1st of September they were all downstairs eating breakfast.

Alora felt better than she did after the Quidditch World Cup. No more nightmares and she was starting to feel normal again. Her appetite was back and she had 3 helpings of Mrs. Weasley's delicious pancakes and bacon.

Fred and Alora kept going on the roof each night and talked, looked at the stars, sang, and he played his guitar. He always made sure she was ok before he left the guest room and got her a glass of water.

They kept catching each other glancing at one other. Her stomach fluttered when Fred glanced at her when he looked at Arthur every time he spoke. Her heart pounded harder and faster when their knees touched.

"Today is a great day!" Arthur said enthusiastically. "Off to Hogwarts in just a couple of days! I hear Dumbledore had a surprise in store this year!" He continued "You know what that means?" He asked everyone, as they were still eating breakfast.

"New stuff for school!" Ginny exclaimed as she jumped out of her seat and ran upstairs - almost falling back down them - to go get ready.

"Precisely!" Mrs. Weasley said grinning, you all go get dressed and looking nice and we'll be on our way to Diagon Alley."

"Not by Floo-Powder by chance?" Harry asked with a hopeful grin. They all laughed which made Harry nervous because he hated Floo-Powder as much as Alora. They all finished eating and went upstairs to get ready.

Alora searched in her suitcase and found a dark maroon shirt, black pants, and her yellow and red flannel jacket. She went in the bathroom and brushed her teeth then went downstairs. -While she passed Fred and George's room and heard wrestling, they must've been fighting over a shirt one of them thought was theirs -

Alora was the first person ready. - Which never happened - She saw Arthur in the arm chair in the living room flipping through the Daily Prophet, she went to the couch next to him.

"Hello Alora dear, first one ready huh?" Arthur said still ready through the newspaper.

Alora huffed out a laugh.

She began to think about that man in the black cloak who threatened her with his wand at the quidditch match.

"Mr. Weasley....could I ask you something?" Alora said quietly to Mrs. Weasley couldn't hear.

"Of course ask away, I got some answers." Arthur answered as he laughed at his own joke. 

Alora moved closer to Arthur's chair and leaned towards him. When he noticed her, he put the paper down and leaned towards Alora.

"Did my father join Lord Voldemort?" Alora was terrified to know the answer.

Arthur stared at her for a moment then began, "Well, there are rumours about your father dear." Alora heart was beating faster. "But," he continued, "Your father is very loyal to Dumbledore and he loves you very much, he wants you safe, and joining You-Know-Who would put you in a lot of danger."

Alora was silent for a moment. "Yeah he was right, it's Malfoy who can't keep his big mouth shut." she thought and looked back at Arthur.

"Yeah that's true you're right, thank you Mr. Weasley. She finally said.

"Of course dear." Arthur said as he winked at her and went back to reading the Daily Prophet.

Everyone came downstairs and the Weasleys, Harry, and Alora were on their way to Diagon Alley.

They were all squashed in the baby blue flying car that Arthur fixed after Ron and Harry destroyed it their second year.

Fred kept putting his hand on hers on "accident" and by the time they got to Diagon Alley their ears and faces where as red as Fred's hair.