"I like you George, but I can't"
"Why not?"
"Because I'm going to die"
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Astrid is not your typical Ravenclaw. She doesn't study, she isn't smart and she has gotten stuck out of the Common room way too many time...
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29 June 1997. Verena nowhere to be found. Astrid went back to that house and looked around but failed again. She stayed in a nearby coffee shop to keep a lookout for Death Eaters but left by noon with no luck. The girl then thought about going to the order but decided not to. Her feet automatically took her there the previous night and she couldn't bare the pain to not go inside and hug Molly and kiss George and meet Fred. She wanted to go in so bad but she knew it was a horrible idea. She had to focus on finding Verena. Verena Reeves. How had Astrid never heard that name? Aubrie was her mother and Astrid had found out that Theodore Reeves was her father. He used to be a dragonologist. But that didn't help with anything. Verena Reeves was the only one alive and the only one Astrid found out nothing about.
Astrid sat on her bed, fiddling with her necklace. It was still violet. She wondered if George saw it turn Violet. Maybe that was the color it turned for death. But that couldn't be since Astrid wasn't dead. Was George looking for her? Did he know that she was alive?
George was not looking for Astrid. The stone that once always stayed in his pocket was now locked away in a box with some of his other things at the Burrow. The boy couldn't look at it, he didn't want to see the black stone indicating death. One would've thought that Astrid's death wouldn't hit that hard since they were all expecting it but George was a mess for months. It wasn't a sad kind of a mess but a total ignorant kind. He seemed happy, a bit too happy. The boy had completely shut Astrid's existence out of his life and his family tried their best not to bring her up in front of him. George worked at the Joke shop, played pranks with his brother, joined order meetings and everything. It was as if nothing was wrong. Fred on the other hand saw right through his brother. He saw the sleepless nights, the single tears, the constant glances at the box in which the stone was kept. Fred knew that his twin was sad but when he tried to talk to him, George would change the subject. He couldn't possibly come to terms with it.
Astrid sat alone at the table eating her badly made lunch. Apparently you loose all the cooking skills you have when you're dead for a year. She made a face but ate the food nonetheless. The first thing that came to her mind with anything to do with dragons was Charlie Weasley. He was probably still in Romania. But even if she did go and meet him, there is no way he would believe her and she couldn't risk being seen. She thought of more options but Charlie was her best bet. Shoving her plate away from her, Astrid huffed. Maybe she had to go to Charlie, there was no other idea popping into her mind. That could also be because she wanted to see a Weasley again or a member of the order, anyone she actually knew really. The only problem was, how would she get there? There was no way she could just hop into a train and go there. Apparating didn't seem like a good idea. It wasn't that she wasn't good at it, it was just that it was too far away to apparate. Maybe another day. What death eater could be keeping her captive? Bellatrix? Fenrir? Lucius? Yaxley? The Carrows? There was no way of telling. She needed someone on the inside to tell, someone she could trust a little more than the others. Someone who would believe her when she told them that she is alive. That someone was Draco Malfoy.
