Malak Aboul Gheit is no stranger to suffering. To death. But she is neither a stranger to love.
The path of this young Egyptian witch as she joins Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy in 3rd year seemed uncertain, but she will soon be trapped i...
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"Rita Skeeter never makes anyone look good. Remember, she interviewed all the Gringotts' Curse Breakers once, and called me 'a long-haired pillock'?"
That was the glorious sentence Malak and Charlie were greeted with as they apparated back to the Burrow the next day. The two of them shared a quick look and smirked in perfect sync.
"Maybe because you are?" suggested Malak, laughing.
"Wow, thank you! I've missed you too, Mals" Bill replied, oozing sarcasm. "On the other hand, I'm glad at least i can make you laugh."
"Not you, dear, but that poor excuse of a journalist" Molly commented absentmindedly, much to everybody's surprise.
"So I take you are bringing good news back from Egypt?" asked the oldest Weasley.
Malak used all the self restrain in her to not look at Charlie — but her silence, and specially the fact that her face was flaming in Gryffindor's crimson red were extremely suspicious.
And then there was the fact that hers and Charlie's hand had been comfortably interlaced since the apparition, with no trace of letting go of the other. Until of course Malak realized, and she was a bit too quick to shake her hand free from the dragon tamer's, all while speaking in a rush "yeah, yeah. What about here? All good?"
Something seemed to simply click all of a sudden within Bill, making a wide grin spread in his face.
"All good. Everybody is entertained as you can see—"
It was true. The Weasley household was immersed in all kinds of activities as the rain lashed against the living room window. Hermione was reading The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4. Harry was polishing his Firebolt, and Ron and Ginny had been playing Exploding Snap. Fred and George were sitting in a far corner, quills out, talking in whispers, their heads bent over a piece of parchment while Molly Weasley eyed them suspiciously.
"—but not me," continued Bill. "I see what's going on here. Mind if I borrow my brother for a second?"
"I need to borrow my godbrother anyways" Malak spoke as she walked away towards Harry Potter and his broom kit, leaving the two siblings alone.
"Charles" greeted the oldest with a devious smirk.
"William" his brother tried to mock his tone.
"So... how was meeting Sirius?"
Charlie couldn't help a loud gulp remembering the not-so-pleasant meeting. "Well, I am alive. Miraculously. So I guess it could have been much worse."
Bill chuckled lightly, and tried to reason with his brother. "Look at the bright sight, then. From now on, it can only get better."
"I very much doubt that" Charlie spoke, making a weird face.
Bill frowned at the remark. "Did something happened?"
