What Cosette didn't realize when deciding to tell Molly and Arthur about George being her soulmate was that they knew about her curse. Molly was the first to ask if that was why they had kept it a secret and after getting over her shock, she admitted that it was. Without giving Molly a chance to say anything, she told her that right now, changing the fundamental basics of her life didn't seem like the smartest thing to do. It would be a huge adjustment to suddenly be able to hear again and it would change everything, which is why she hadn't told her parents about it and asked that they do the same. She was surprised when Molly agreed but disagreed.
"As a mother," She explained, "Your parents would understand! They know by now that it's your choice to make and I don't see them forcing you to do anything you aren't ready for. Maybe it would help you to talk to them."
It was her turn to cry and Molly's turn to comfort her. She agreed to talk to them, saying that she had to now because it wasn't fair that George's parents knew and hers didn't, and thanked Molly for the advice. She left to do as much, as the others stayed to continue their visit with their father.
"I disagree with not breaking the curse," Bill stated once she was gone." if anything I think the dangerous times are all the more reason to get it done now."
"I agree with you on that one, for the record, but it's not your choice," George told him. It was the first time he'd said anything since the deeper conversation had started.
"I just mean, I know a little about this curse. As a professional curse breaker, you should have come to me about this to begin with," He said, and George suddenly felt a little bad because he knew that Bill was right. "The curse isn't as complex as you may think. The sense isn't gone, so to say. It's still there, just not assessable. I read a case where a blind man finally met his match and lifted his curse and swore that everyone looked just as he expected them to which meant that adjusting back to normal life wasn't tha-"
"I agree with you," George repeated, cutting him off. His tone was quick, dismissing, and a little bit ugly. "But it's not your choice, and it's not mine either. Maybe tell her that, though?"
When they arrived back at Grimuled place, they found that the house was empty. It was late, past nine and a full moon, meaning the Blacks were no doubt having a deep conversation over a piping hot mug of wolfsbane.
Cosette still hadn't transformed again and nobody knew if they could relax and that it was a one-time thing, or if it was just waiting for them to let their guard down to strike. The batch of wolfsbane that Cosette and Beth had been attempting to grow for years had finally bloomed in their time of need, meaning that every full moon Cosette and her father hid away, toasting their goblets and forcing the disgusting potion down their throats.
Fortunately for the young troublemakers, that meant that George could move on to the next step of being an animagus.
The first and most challenging step of the animagus process was to keep a mandrake leaf tucked into their mouth for an entire month. The only pro to his long absence from Cosette was that he didn't give himself away with the awful mandrake breath he failed to grow accustomed to during that month. Fortunately, he passed through the month without swallowing, choking on, or eating his leaf, unlike Fred and Harry who had both had to start over twice so far.
Lena helped them to gather the ingredients that they needed, the hardest was supposed to be three deaths-head Hawk Moth chrysalises. Lucky for them, the moth happened to be one of the magical creatures that Cosette cared for, and Lena had kept more than a few of the beautiful shells since Cosette found the beautiful creature when she was 10, coming home with it in her hands as if it weren't one of the most unsettling living things that any of them had ever seen.
After creating his potion with the help of Sirius, he stored it away while he waited either for his brother and Harry to catch up to his progress or for a lightning storm to come and allow him to continue the process. As much as he loved them, he loved Cosette more, and wouldn't be waiting for them to proceed.
Cosette had appriated back to Grimuled place before her father had woken up and didn't hesitate to let herself into Fred and Geroge's bedroom and to slip under the covers with George. She could have cried from the relief of finally being with him again and dreaded the moment that he would go back to school. She couldn't help but wonder what the future had in store for them.
The conversation with her parents went about as well as she expected it to, with her mother continuing on into the long hours of the night and ending with her mother calling her selfish and a brat. She tried not to be upset with her mother because she understood where she was coming from and understood why it was a hard pill for her to swallow but at the end of the day, she couldn't force the necklace off of Cosette then any more than she could before.
Just because she was disappointed in her mother's childish name-calling, she refused to remove the necklace and at the moment, didn't plan to speak to her mother again until she apologized for trying to control her and undermining her ability to make a decision for herself. Perhaps she didn't have to be so mean about it, but she swore that even though the full moon didn't make her transform, it did make her mean. It was like suddenly she was aggressive and looking for a fight. She could howl at the moon just for the hell of it, despite there being no other symptoms of the moon's sickness. If the conversation hadn't taken place on that particular night, it probably wouldn't have escalated the way it did because Cosette wouldn't have been so defensive.
The witch in her secretly was glad for her tangible relationship with the moon. She had always felt connected to her, ever since she was a child. Ever since she could speak she would talk to the moon when she was otherwise alone at night. When she lost her hearing, she couldn't help but feel as though even her thoughts were enough for the moon to understand. She had convinced herself that the reason that she never transformed again is that she had begged the moon with her whole being not to put her through that kind of pain again. Even thinking back on it brought along the ghost of the agony she experienced during her unfortunate night, and she would do anything it took not to experience it again.
Part of the reason that she committed herself to the order is that she didn't think that there was anything worse than what her body could do to her if it felt so inclined. Every full moon she was riddled with anxiety over what might happen. She had her bones stretched, broken, and reformed more times than she could stomach to count on a random night- so what if a death eater killed or tortured her? If she ever had a night like that again, she would prefer it.
Two chapters after a two year hiatus seemed fitting, you're welcome loves <3 I am old enough to drink now and ill tell yall what, this story hits differently after a glass or two of wine.
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Compass *George Weasley
Fanfiction"I thought you were stuck on the whole soulmate idea?" He asked him. At first, George was confused, not understanding what he meant or why he couldn't just say it out loud, then his brain processed what he was being told, and he pulled his hand away...
