Fourteen

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Faye's POV:
A few days after the ball, Mr. Weasley was still in St. Mungos after being attacked in the department of mysteries, but he was recovering quite well. Fred had been extremely worried about him, as well as the rest of the Weasley family. Although, I seemed to notice Harry become even more anxious than the rest of them, and I'm not sure why. I suppose he could see Arthur as a type of father figure but he not only seems worried, he seems unsettled. He isn't himself.

We were now just entering a building called Grimmauld Place. Fred invited me to spend the holidays with his family, seeing as I would have had to stay at Hogwarts for the rest of the week. I was only invited two days ago, but George tells me that Fred had been begging his parents to let me come for weeks. Apparently, this place was not to be shared with anyone, and I think I needed special permission to enter.

I watched as the two buildings split apart and revealed another townhouse in between them. The muggles in either building didn't seem to notice any change in the environment, but muggles don't notice anything that has to do with magic, that is unless it is shown right in front of their faces. We walked into the tall thin building, the rest of the Weasleys and I plus Harry and Hermione. When we walked in and put our bags down a curtain on the wall flew open and a portrait of a woman started screaming at us.

"FILTHY WITCHES AND WIZARDS. BLOOD TRAITORS. MUDBLOODS. ALL OCCUPYING MY HOME" she screamed, which made Mrs. Weasely rush in and attempt to shut the curtains, mumbling a few things under her breath at the woman.

"You can't stay closed at the sound of a pin drop, I swear" she whispered when she finally managed to close the curtains. Then she turned to all of us and a smile filled her face. She quietly motioned for us to walk down the hall and into a sitting room. Fred leaned down and whispered in my ear as we walked.

"That was the woman that used to live in this house. A whole family of purebloods. She isn't too happy about us being here"

"I can tell" I whispered back. One of the main rules I gave myself while here was not to ask questions. It's obvious that this is an important place seeing as it has a Fidelius charm cast over it. I should be grateful that they trust me enough to let me in, even if it is just to give me a sense of family for Christmas break.

When we walked into the small sitting room and Mrs. Weasley closed the door she turned to us and kissed each one of her kids, giving them all hugs. She then turned to Harry and Hermione, doing the same to them. Then she turned to me and I swear I saw tears well up in her eyes. I gave her a wide smile. It's been years since I've seen the whole Weasley family all together.

"Faye, you look so grown up and beautiful" she sighed, pulling me into a hug and kissing my cheek. "If you ever need somewhere to go you come straight to me next time ok?" She pulled away and grabbed my shoulders, looking me straight in the eyes. I nodded my head, the smile still planted on my face.

"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley," I said quietly. It's been a while since I've felt what motherly love feels like, and it's so refreshing that I needed a moment to just enjoy it. To enjoy the fact that I have someone like Mrs. Weasley in my life to care about me. Her eyes darted for a second to the scar on my neck and they lingered there, her face falling a bit. My heartbeat quickened when she noticed it, and I shifted uncomfortably. She snapped out of her small trance and looked back up at me with a smile on her face. I tried to return it, but I still felt a little uncomfortable because she noticed my scar.

"How about we all exchange Christmas presents after a nice meal, hm? Then tomorrow we can visit your father at st. Mungos for another little Christmas celebration" she turned to the others, who started chatting amongst themselves, with the same genuine smile on her face, but I could tell that there was worry in her, just like there was in the rest of her family, and even in myself.

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