That Damn Weasley Charm II G.W

Part 5, Chapter 4- Diagon Alley and George Weasley

YOU THINK YOU COULD GET TO DIAGON ALLEY TODAY?

George's handwriting appears on my arm very early on September the third, the day before we have to leave for Hogwarts.

I go to reach for my quill that's on my bedside table when the door to my room opens. Aunt Narcissa steps inside. Even this early in the morning she looks perfectly put together and absolutely gorgeous. "Your Hogwarts letter has come. I don't think that we'll be able to take you and Draco to Diagon alley though." She comes and sits at the end of my bed and passes me the letter.

"I can take Draco. Not like I haven't done it before." I say to her smiling.

Aunt Narcissa reaches out and touches my face softly, "I haven't seen you smile like that all summer." She whispers. "I'll go get you some money from Lucius' office. You go wake Draco and get him dressed. Do you need me to call you a ministry car?"

I shake my head, "I'll Apparirate with him. I'll be okay."

She nods and leaves my room. I scramble out of bed and quickly get dressed. I put on a black sundress then remember that I have that damned mark on my arm and change into a jumper and some dark blue shorts. I put on a pair of black boots and go down the hall to Draco's room.

I knock but when I don't get an answer I just push the door open. "Oi, get up. Aunt Narcissa can't take us to Diagon alley this year so I've got to take you."

Draco groans and rolls over in his bed, "Can't you just go buy all my things?"

"Get out of bed." I snap at him before I turn around and head into the bathroom to brush out my hair and tie it up in a ponytail.

Draco meets me downstairs in about half an hour. He's sporting another one of his black suits that he's been wearing recently. The only reason I don't look younger than him right now is because I'm a few inches taller than him.

Aunt Narcissa comes into the front foyer and gives me a big sack of money. "That should be enough to get what you need and a few things just for you. If you need though, you can go into the vault. Draco, listen to Violet. What she says goes alright?"

Draco rolls his eyes, "Yes mother." He says. I don't think Aunt Narcissa picks up on his sarcasm but I sure as hell do.

I grab his hand and in an instant, we are in front of Gringotts bank. "Give me some money so I can get my things. I don't want to be seen with you looking like that." Draco says annoyed.

I look down at what I'm wearing, "Looking like what?"

"Like a twelve-year-old boy."

I roll my eyes and pull open the sack of coins. I give Draco about forty galleons and he shoves all of it into different pockets of his suit. "If you need more I'll be around," I tell him before he dashes off into the crowds, no doubt seeing someone that he knows.

I start walking down the cobblestone street. I pull out my book list and read over it carefully, but when I see the line outside of Flourish and Blotts I figure that books can be the last thing on my list.

"Hey beautiful, come here often?" A deep voice says from behind me. I turn around fully ready to tell this person off but a smile spreads across my lips instead.

"Only once a year give or take. What about you?" I say to George.

He looks me up and down and licks his bottom lip a bit, "You look stunning." He says to me.

I wrap my arms around his neck and he puts his hands in the back pockets of my shorts, "You look pretty good yourself." I kiss him and look into his very happy eyes.

George comes with me into all the normal shops we have to go into for our school things. The good thing about being of age though is I can just send all the bags and packages back to my room as soon as I get them, which makes walking around Diagon Alley much more enjoyable.

"We should probably sit and talk somewhere. I have loads to tell you." George says to me.

"Likewise."

We end up stopping at the ice cream parlour. George buys me a cone of chocolate raspberry swirl even after I insisted that I could buy my own. We sit at one of the tables out in the sun and watch people pass by. Most of them are parents and Hogwarts students as they scramble to get their things for the year.

"Where should we start?" George says to me.

I lick a part of the ice cream that is dripping down the cone a bit. "I know you want to know so would you please just ask about it?"

George nods. "Did it hurt?" George asks. He looks at my left forearm but I shake my right one so he knows what side it's on.

"It was the worst pain I've ever felt in my entire life. It felt like my whole body was on fire. I did my best to distract myself from it though. I thought of being in your arms so hard it felt like you were actually hugging me."

George's nose turns pink. "I wish I could have gotten it done instead of you. I don't like ever thinking that you are in pain."

I put my hand over top of his and squeeze it, "I would never wish this on my worst enemy, let alone my favourite person. Please, never say that you wish you had it ever again."

George nods, "Right sorry... Does it hurt anymore though? Like when you first got it done I understand it hurt but now that it's healed?"

I nod my head and lick my ice cream some more, "It starts to burn randomly. Which I've learned is the Dark Lords' way of calling the Death Eaters to him when he needs them." I pause, "When he needs us."

"So you've seen him? You've met He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named?"

I nod a couple of times, "He calls me by my first names. Makes me kiss his cheek every time he sees me."

George shivers, "I hate that."

"I do too but it's not like we can say no to him. He killed a person right on my dining table the day I showed up at Grimmauld place."

George stops licking his ice cream, "He did what?"

"Right in front of where Emma and I were sitting too. Miles and Clarissa were sitting further down the table but they were there none the less. All because the poor bloke said that he had to take care of his mother after the war so he had to deny that he was associated with the Dark Lord."

"I want you out of that house," George says to me.

I laugh, "You think I don't want me out of that house? I'm so fucking thrilled that I get to go to Hogwarts tomorrow you have no fucking idea."

George wipes the table with a napkin trying to clean up all the drips from his half-eaten ice cream, "Sirius said that he's going to be rebuilding his army. Is that true? Like there's rumours that he's been in contact with the giants and stuff."

"Well he's recruited more than half of my year so I'm going to say that Sirius is right on the money with that one. There was talk about his followers in Azkaban but he sent me and the others who are still in Hogwarts away for that conversation."

George looks at me blankly, "You don't think he's going to try and get his followers out of Azkaban do you?"

"Not a clue."

"But that would mean that..."

"I would get to meet my parents."