Tonks and Weasley (George Weasley)

Twenty-Seven.

A\N: This chapter skips around the timeline pretty quickly.

Ron apologized for what he said to me, he said that it wasn't George but Fred that was really mad at him. He said Fred is going to be waiting for me to tell him that he had apologized to me. I told him I was sorry, too, for shouting at him, even if he did deserve it. The sixth years were starting their apparition lessons.
   
Harry has become obsessed with Draco and what he’s doing, he watches him on the Marauder’s Map, and he talks about finding out what he’s up to nonstop and it’s getting on Hermione’s nerves. I’m honestly worried about Draco, curious to know if he is working for the Dark Lord or not. I didn’t want to know what he was doing if he was working for Voldemort, but I did want to warn him he needs to watch his back, because Harry is going to stop at nothing to take him down and find out what he’s doing, because he’s figured out that he is, at least, up to something.
   
I spent all of January and February in a haze. Classes, homework, preparing for my N.E.W.T.’s, and returning George's letters in a timely fashion were all I had time for. I didn't care about anything else. Obviously I was concerned for my brother, but even if Draco was working for Voldemort there was no way Voldemort was going to get anywhere near Hogwarts with all of this new security and Dumbledore around.
   
Then, on Ron’s birthday of March 1st, he got poisoned in an accident. He ate chocolate that had a love potion in it that was meant for Harry that Ron mistook for a birthday present from Harry, and Harry rushed him to professor Slughorn to get an antidote, given that he is the potions master of the school. Then they had a glass of mead to celebrate Ron’s birthday, and Ron became poisoned. He was rushed to the hospital wing just in time.
   
I went to visit him after dinner that night, and to my surprise Fred and George were here. I was so happy to see them, I just wish they were here for a better reason. I hugged them both, and I kissed George. "What are you guys going here?"
   
"We were in Hogsmeade," says Fred, "Looking into buying Zonko's."
   
I wanted to be happy for them but one look at Ron on the bed and I was brought back to the reality of the situation. "Is he going to be okay?" I ask, looking at anyone who knows.
   
"Yeah," Says Harry, nodding. "He's going to be okay. He just needs to rest now."
   
Hagrid came to visit Ron too. He said he would have come earlier but he was in the forest all day with his Spider Aragog, I guess he's not doing well.
   
The next monumental thing to happen was Harry getting hit in the head with a Bludger during the Ravenclaw VS Gryffindor Quidditch match and cracking his skull. He had to stay in the hospital wing with Ron over the weekend while his bones were being mended.
   
Hermione told us that Ginny and her boyfriend Dean have been fighting a lot. Their latest fight was about Harry, he was making fun of the Bludger hitting him and Ginny didn’t find it very funny. Hermione told us this as we walked Harry and Ron back to Gryffindor tower on Monday morning. Lavender wasn’t very happy to see Hermione with them, and she and Ron broke up then. Ron was sick of her anyways.
   
Harry figured out that Malfoy was doing whatever he was doing in the Room of Requirement so he could be unknown. Harry started standing outside of the Room of Requirement, pacing back and forth in his invisibility cloak waiting to catch Draco doing whatever it is that Harry thinks he’s doing.
   
Aragog, Hagrid’s pet spider that he’s had since he was a student at Hogwarts, passed away, and Hagrid invited them to the burial. They all said they weren’t going to go. But then Harry took his Liquid Luck potion that he won back in the first week of school and he ended up going and not getting caught, but he also persuaded Slughorn to give him that untampered with memory. So he was able to kill two birds with one stone, really.
   
This was the first I had heard of this memory thing. I guess he and Dumbledore are trying to find out more about Voldemort's past. That's all I was told. I wasn't allowed to know anything else. I wasn't part of the inner trio. 
   
It was already late May by the time I knew it. The only houses in the running for the Quidditch House Cup were Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. Harry got himself kicked out of the game, because he used a dark spell on Draco called Sectumsempra that sliced his neck and chest open. Draco started bleeding out on the boys bathroom floor. If it hadn’t been for the ghost Moaning Myrtle yelling that there had been a murder, Draco would have died because Harry was in too much shock to do anything. Professor Snape was able to stop the bleeding and get Draco to the Hospital wing in time before too much damage had occurred.
   
Harry had detention with Snape every Saturday for the rest of term, to which he deserved it honestly. He couldn't play in the last Quidditch game, and he had Ginny take his spot as Seeker. Her now ex-boyfriend Dean Thomas had played her spot as Chaser.
   
Ginny had won the Quidditch game for Gryffindor, winning us the house cup. Oliver Wood would be proud of her. We were all celebrating in the Common Room when Harry walked right up to her and kissed her right on the lips.
   
My first reaction was to look at Ron, and see what he thought of this. He was actually smiling. He was happy. That was good. Ginny has only had a crush on Harry since she met him, I can imagine how she must feel right now.
   
It’s Mid-June now, I just finished taking my N.E.W.T. exams a week ago. Draco has been out of the hospital wing for about two weeks now when Harry went on his last private lesson and I was awake in the Common Room with Ginny waiting to hear all about it when Hermione came bursting into the common room shouting, “Harry was right about Draco! He’s working for Voldemort!”
   
“He let in Death Eaters!” adds Ron and we are now running out of Gryffindor tower.
   
We got outside to see the battle going on outside. Death Eaters V.S. the Order with help from the D.A. And when I say the D.A. I mean Ron, Neville, Ginny, Hermione, and myself. The Dark Mark is over the school’s Astronomy tower, which is the highest tower of the school. I’ve only ever seen it one other time in person, that was at the Quidditch World Cup the summer before fourth year started. I knew what it meant; someone had been killed.
   
We caught against the Death Eaters valiantly. They fled the scene before we really had to do much. They had killed who they wanted to kill, so they decided to leave before the fight got too bad. Bill got scratched by a werewolf called Greyback, and he was taken to the hospital wing. Mr. Weasley sent his Patronus to the twins, and they showed up about ten minutes later.
   
It was Draco who let in the Death Eaters using the Room of Requirement and a vanishing cabinet that was connected to one at a store in Knockturn Alley. They reeked their havoc on the school so Draco could kill Dumbledore, but in the end it was Professor Snape that killed the Headmaster.
   
Mrs. Weasley made a comment about Bill not getting married anymore, to which Fleur was very offended. She said Bill would still love her no matter what, and she would love Bill if he did turn into a werewolf or not. They both started crying and they hugged each other. That made my sister get emotional.
   
“You see!” she cried, looking right at Lupin, “She doesn’t care!”
   
“It’s different,” he replies, hardly moving his lips and looking suddenly tense. “Bill will not be a full werewolf. The cases are completely different.”
   
“But I don’t care, either!” said Tonks, seizing the front of my Lupin’s robes and shaking them, “I’ve told you a million times I don’t care!”
   
“And I’ve told you a million times,” said Lupin, refusing to meet her eyes, staring at the floor, “That I am too old for you, too poor, and too dangerous.”
   
“You’re being ridiculous, Remus,” mutters Mrs. Weasley now.
   
“I am not!” counters Lupin, “Tonks deserves somebody young and whole.”
   
“People don’t stay young and whole forever,” says Mr. Weasley.
   
“This isn’t the time for this,” he says, avoiding all of our eyes. “Dumbledore is dead.”
   
“Dumbledore would have been happier than anybody to think that there was a little more love in the world,” McGonagall tells him, and before he can speak again, Hagrid enters the room, telling Professor McGonagall that he moved Dumbledore’s body like she requested. She stood up, made her chair vanish, told Hagrid to get Professor Sprout, Flitwick, and Slughorn and meet her in the Headmaster’s office, then she asked Harry to follow her and they left the hospital wing together.
   
All of the Weasley’s started to pull out, they had rooms at the Three Broomsticks waiting for them and it was very late now. Before they left, George hugged me and said, "You get back to bed, darling. I love you."
   
"I love you, too," I tell him and then we share a quick kiss before he and George leave the Hospital Wing.
   
"You did great out there, Booger, I'm so proud of you," says Dora as she hugs me goodbye before she leaves too.
   
"You were great too," I tell her before she leaves.
   
"Come on," says Hermione, after Dora left, "Let's go to bed."

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Here's part 27!

I had to jump around the timeline a bit just to get to the part of the story I have ideas for now.

-Emily Winchester.