You're mine.

Chapter 2: This couldn't be happening.

"Mr Edward Williams head of the ministry has been hospitalized this Monday morning with severe critical damage. The cause is yet unknown, however we give their family the biggest of luck with his recovery."

This couldn't be happening, not now.  

"Y/n?" Hermione asked. 

Tears started taking a sharp form in your eyes as your nose tightened up. You look up to Hermione, who had her hand on your shoulder with a slight frown.

You look away trying to break eye contact.  "I.. have to go to the restroom, pardon me." You said, pushing past her.

An exploding sensation of anger mixed with sadness came within you. You rushed to the restroom that remained at the back of the train, trying to hide your face with your one arm with the other swinging loosely at your side as you speed walk. Finally reaching the bathroom after what felt like an eternity of walking, you close the door behind you. You faced my back to the door stammering under your breath followed by cold silent cries. Tears started flowing down your cheeks like waterfalls. My hands meet your hair as you begin to tug and pull out of anger at every strand.

 Your legs start having a mind of its own as they kicked whatever was in their capability. Your mind wondered things that only grew onto the stress, You pace back and forth within the small walls of the restroom. What about my mom? Where is she? What if dad dies and I can't even be there?  You questioned.

Knock, Knock, Knock 

You body froze, as you hear the three short cold knocks against the wooden door.   A voice could be heard from the other side calling out to whoever the pathetic moaning myrtle crying in the bathroom was.

"Y/n? Are you in there, mate?" 

"We know you're there!" Two voices? Deep and raspy. 

You open the door slightly leaving a little opening to see whoever met you on the other side. 

 "Fred...?" You say looking up, your eyes meeting first a tall red flame haired boy, then to the other. "George..?" By the mention of their names they flash a small smile to you.

"Just you're two gallant men in shining armor coming to save you." Fred said confidently. His arm leaned up on the frame of the door. George stood beside him, his arms crossed with a small smile spread across his freckled face.

"Thanks, but I don't need any saving" You reply, your voice cracking a bit. You start closing the door but something prevented you from doing so. 

"Not so fast," George said, holding the door open with his foot.

"I will break your foot, Georgie." You joked.

"Please do." He chuckled.

A small giggle escapes your lips, as you rolled your eyes and opened the door fully.

"Now, what is such a pretty young lady like you crying in the bathroom about?" George said, taking your hand leading you outside the restroom.  Fred helped by taking your other hand.

You sniffle as you try to wipe your tears away with the sleeve of your shirt. "It's not important, what gentlemen you two are." You quietly chuckled avoiding the subject, trying to disguise the sadness that still crept in your voice.

"That's us." They both synchronized. 

"Here, let's get you cleaned up." Fred added. Taking a hold of your cheek with his hand, wiping the mascara running down your tear stained cheeks as he smiled a crooked smile showing sympathy in his rich brown eyed stare.

"Thanks," You reply. Looking from one to the other with a small smile.

"We are almost at Hogwarts, you should probably get your robe on."  George advised, crossing his arms once again.

"Oh, right."  You faintly smiled, Fred and George turn back around and start to head the opposite direction to their compartment. You begin to walk at a faster speed towards your boot where your luggage was held. You obtain your luggage nearly dropping it on your foot. You could see Luna, Ginny and Neville already changed and talking quietly amongst themselves. 

You quickly took your old used robe and threw it on, adjusting little wrinkled spots before stepping back into the compartment. Look normal, You thought. The three stopped talking to greet you once again. 

"Is everything okay?" Ginny asked, her hands now holding each other in a formal way on top of the wooden table. 

"Yes, everything's fine." You quickly respond, taking the seat next to Luna who also looked over at you with worry.

"Are you sure?" She slowly asked.

"Yeah-" Neville said before being cut off.

"Yes! Yes, okay? I don't know what everyone is freaking out about." You snapped.

They all stopped instantly and looked away. The rest of the train ride was silent, which you didn't seem to mind. You needed a few moments a peace to gather your emotions anyways.