That Damn Weasley Charm II G.W

Part 2, Chapter 1- Kidnapped

Summer holiday. It's supposed to be fun, exciting, new. But no, not for me. No matter how many family outing we had, or how many time Draco dragged me off into the garden to watch him fly on his new broom, my mind was stuck on one specific wizard. George Weasley.

The Weasley family are basically my uncle's unofficial enemies. They're a pure-blood family but because they associate with muggles and muggle-born wizards my uncle claims they're blood traitors. I've been friends with two of the Weasleys for roughly three years, nearly four years now. Last year actually George and I began dating. And it was fantastic. But then I came home for the summer break and every time George tried to write me, Uncle Lucius stole the letter and tossed it in the fire. His excuse? "Summer is time for your family. You'll get to see him in September. We only get you for two months."

Annoying. I know.

I've been in a mood all summer, until August 3. When Aunt Narcissa knocked on my bedroom door.

"Violet?" She calls calmly from the doorway.

I move from the middle of my bed and sit on the edge of it. "Come in Auntie."

My Aunt is beautiful. Like absolutely stunning. If there's one thing I'm certain about is that I want to look like her when I grow older. Her brown and blonde hair is always perfectly groomed, her shirts always perfectly ironed. She holds herself up with a specific level of confidence that I aspire to have.

Aunt Narcissa sits beside me and takes my hand in hers. "I know you've been missing your friends this summer." She says.

Almost instantly tears well up in my eyes. The only people that I've been able to see besides my family are Draco's friends Crabbe and Goyle. Emma has gone to France for the summer, and Walter is a half-blood and though Uncle Lucius doesn't know that, neither of us want to risk him finding out.

"I'm sorry Auntie. I don't mean to be such a stick in the mud. I'll try harder." I whisper, sobs getting caught in my throat.

Aunt Narcissa pulls me in for a hug. "I feel like you're going to be less of a stick in the mud in a second." She says smiling. She lets me go, and I wipe my tears away. She reaches into her skirt pocket and pulls out a crumpled envelope. She flattens it out a bit and hands it to me.

I recognize the chicken scratch handwriting on the front of it almost immediately. George. I look up to her and smile. "Now, Lucius and I have already read it of course. But by the way, this is worded, it doesn't look like we are going to have much say in how you spend the rest of your summer. It took a very, very long discussion but your uncle and I have agreed to let you stay the rest of the summer with the Weasleys. Your uncle, Draco, and I will meet you in Diagon Alley to buy your school supplies at the end of the month. Whether you come with us to kings cross or go with the Weasleys is up to you." She stops and takes a deep breath, "I have already lost a sister to blood tolerance." She says referencing to her older sister Andromeda, "I'd rather not lose my daughter as well."

That does it. Tears fall down my cheeks. "I- I dunno. Thank you!" I wail.

Aunt Narcissa laughs slightly. "This doesn't mean that we approve of your relationship with those blood traitors. We have come to the conclusion that you are getting older, and you are allowed to make your own decisions and face the consequences of those decisions. And I know from experience. That just because your family forces you to be a certain way does not mean that you will end up like that. I'd rather not approve of your relationship with them but still have a relationship with you than you still have a relationship with them but stop talking to us. Does that make any sense?"

We are both crying now. I pull my aunt into a tight hug and cry into her shoulder. "Okay," She says, sitting up from my bed. She smiles and wipes the tears off her face. "If your mother knew we were letting you do this she'd have my head." She laughs and shakes her head, clearly thinking of my mother Bellatrix. "You better pack. By the sound of that letter, your friend George is on his way tonight. She turns and leaves my room, closing the door behind her.