International Love | Fred Weasley

Chapter 38

An hour must have passed since I left the house. The Muggle neighbourhood is dark but peaceful. There is nobody outside this late and the few people I meet roaming the street, don't pay attention to me. I was only wearing a thin robe when I stormed out of the house and have cast a warming charm in order not to catch a cold.

When I return to the house, I'm relieved to find the front door unlocked for me. I head straight to the kitchen in order to avoid any confrontation with the Gryffindors upstairs.

Six pairs of eyes stare at me when I enter. Fred, George, and Ginny are sitting next to each other with Hermione, Harry, and Ron opposite of them. All their heads have snapped up when I enter and their conversation falls silent.

I square my shoulders and ignore the people sitting at the table. My uncle is standing in a corner, talking to a black-haired man with a beard who is wearing a deep purple robe. Molly is standing near the stove and looks worried at me. I avoid the house-elf who is sending me a look of disgust and walk around the table to the end.

"Why don't you sit down next to Fred, dear?" Molly says with a warm smile and pushes to towards the empty seat beside Fred.

Before I can protest, Molly has pushed me in the seat and turns to two men in the corner: "Severus, Siris, dinner is almost ready."

My uncle looks at me before taking a seat at the head of the table, closest to us. The other man sits down on the other end. A few people enter the kitchen from the living room and I get to meet Arthur Weasley, Molly's husband and the father of Fred and his siblings. 

"Hi! I'm Tonks."

A girl with purple hair holds out her hand. I shake it with a small smile.

"Are you Severus's daughter?" She looks at my uncle at the head of the table before turning back to me.

I shake my head, "No, I'm his niece. My name is Elena, a pleasure to meet you."

Tonks's eyes widen in realisation and a grin grows on her face. She looks at Fred beside me and smirks: "Oh, well – wait, Elena, as in, Fred's girlfriend Elena?"

I nod. 

"He told me so much about you this summer, didn't want to shut up about you." Tonks sits down opposite of me and next to Hermione, still smiling.

During dinner – which is truly amazing – I talk with Tonks who asks me all about myself. I ignore the Gryffindors as much as possible. Fred tries to speak a few times, but no words come out of his mouth when he opens it. Tonks seems to notice that something is wrong but doesn't ask.

"What house did you get sorted in?" The man at the head of the table asks. Molly looks at me curiously.

"Ravenclaw," I answer, side-eying the Gryffindors beside me. Fred's expression falls.

The man nods, "I imagine Flitwick being happy to have you be part of his house. I remember him being so font of your sister, Severus."

My uncle nods but doesn't say anything. I feel a lump forming in my throat.

"Your mother was a Hufflepuff and your father was a Gryffindor. He must have been a year above us. His brother was a year below us, right, Remus? They were such troublemakers – I swear they rivaled us sometimes."

He lets out a loud laugh and I flinch. From the corner of my eye, I see Fred lifting his hand and wanting to place it on mine but he stops and lets his hand fall back in his lap. 

"I have never seen you around Hogwarts," another man with scars on his face says and he seems to think. Placing my cutlery down, I answer: "I went to Beauxbatons before this year."