#deatheaters

Remember this is a diversion, Georgie." - whispering so no others could hear in. - "Yeah and we're stuck with little miss teacher here." - he sighed out, knowing he rather wished to be in another team. Fred reached his hand out to his brother. - "You'll see Y/n soon enough." - reassuring him of the matter. George exhaled deep, raising his butterbeer once more. Elbow out, he unintentionally bumped against a person walking by, making him set a quick hand on the table. Butterbeer splashing out from the cup onto the man's shoes.

George quickly apologized. The man shrugged it off and walked off. George's eyes met up with his brother, seeing him look questionable back. - "Au!" - George called out, flinching back from Hermione's sudden slap against his arm. - "I told you to keep it low." - hardening her gaze onto him. - "It was an accident." - He made clear for her to stop worrying. Rolling with his eyes, he grabbed the butterbeer and drank from it before there would be any new interruptions.

Hermione kept track of the hour. When it was time, she got up. The Weasley twins following her movement. Tossing some galleons on the table before their departure. Just outside, the three of them nodded at each other before each taking a route. Hermione went left, Fred forwards as George went right. Moving his collar up to the cold and tug his hands in his pocket. Keeping his head low, he barely made any eye contact. For anyone could be watching.

Deatheaters could be watching. To get them off their scent, they started to meet up in small groups all over the place. Knowing they would be watched and keep them busy while avoiding them to understand the real plan that is at hand. George took a strange route through Hogsmeade. Going over bridges and hills to head for the highlands. Glancing from time to time over his shoulder to be sure he wouldn't be followed. In the highlands he picked up his pace a bit.

Hurrying down a hill to get to the rocky parts. Feeling as if he was being followed, he went maintained his pace, hurrying for the inwards of a cave just behind the corner of a cliff. In the entrance, he evaporated. Leaving his unwanted guest to look around curiously before heading in the cave where he would be met up with nothing but darkness. George evaporated in an empty street. Grinning to himself for his outstanding deception. Removing himself from near the wall, he headed for the building up ahead.

Squeezed between two houses, nothing out of the ordinary. Entering the house, he wanted only one thing. He went through the corridor, straight to the kitchen. Molly looked up from her vegetables, ready to greet him with words as he frantically looked around the table. Barely any face present. - "Has Y/n arrived yet?" - he asked, letting his gaze go from Sirius to his sister and Hermione.

"Not yet." - Sirius responded, glancing up to Molly. Molly came from around the counter to her son. - "She will be alright." - his mother said soothingly. At the hearing of sounds coming from the hallway, he moved his mother out of the way. Hurrying over. There he found a panting Bill and Fletcher. Hearing a familiar voice, he shoved them aside. - "Y/n!" - he called out, wrapping his arms around you. You were breathing loudly but gladly accepted his hug.

Moving your at arms-lenght, he touched your chin with care. - "Are you hurt?" - he asked worriedly. - "I'm fine." - you responded, moving his hand down. - "She gave them one hell of a run." - his brother pitched in with a breath. Smiling exhaustingly at Bill, you were caught off by George kissing you. Bill cleared his throat to Fletcher, making him leave the hallway. George threw an arm around you, pausing briefly.

"Everything alright George?" - you questioned setting a hand on his chest. He hummed loud, shaking the feeling off. With a smile, he guided you back to the kitchen. Waiting for the party to be full once more. After diner would most of the group return to the Burrow. Awaiting new orders to get the deatheathers off Harry's scent. Clouds rolled over as the sky darkened. You stood by the window, looking upwards. - "Do you think it will rain?" - you questioned, feeling a precense nearing you. Two arms going around you, embracing you in warmth.

"Maybe?" - George responded, resting his chin on your shoulder. You turned round when you heard George whince. Making him move a hand to his head. - "George?"- you said. There was a moment of silence. Then as if being announced clouds gathered. Leaving the sky in an almost pitch black state. Like a distant drumming before a few drops splashed against the window.

More and more gathering till it became a clattering of hard rain against the glass. George looked up to the sky, needing to blink a few times, pushing you out of the way. A pitch black cloud slithered in the air. In an unusual way. Dropping with force to the ground. More shadow streeks came joining, dropping with haste. - "Deatheaters!" - he called out, nearly running you over with haste. Hurrying more to the living room to his parents. - "They've found us!" - he called out.

Arthur rushing towards the window, seeing flames spread out into the fields. - "Merlin's beard." - he muttered out in shock. - "Y/n!" - Bill called out, wand in ready as he hastened to the door. He wasn't going to let the burrow take flames. You hummed determined, taking out your wand as well. Bill flung the door open, running outside. Arthur hurried to the door, calling out both your names.

He moved aside when his twins came forcing a way through. Ron wanted to join too, but Arthur grabbed him quickly by the collar. Pulling him back inside. - "Wake your sister and Hermione." - ordering as his son nodded. Molly came by his side, watching the flames in the fields up ahead. Bill and you were huffing and puffing loud. Running through a gap of the flames, entering the field of crops. Blinded by your surroundings. Bill and you seperated.

Spotting a cloaked figure, you aimed your wand at it. A flicker blasting out of the tip. Missing the figure by a passing hair. - "Y/n!" - you heard being called out. People running through the crops. Hidden in the maze of corn, you looked at both sides. Wand up, deflecting a spell that came your way. Answering with one of your own. - "Y/n!" - you heard again. Knowing it was George frantically calling for you.

Casting another spell, the figure vanished into smoke. Dropping somewhere else in the maze. Hasting after him, you pushed your way through the crops, panting loud. Leaves whipping against your cheeks and arms. Out of breath you came into a clearing. A circle of crops cut down. From somewhere on your right appeared George from between the crops. Equally panting loud. He acknowledged you with an exhausted smile. Wanting to run over to you.

Yet three shadows dropping down in the clearing made him stop. Three deatheaters with masks emerged from the smoke. Moving their wand gracefully. George and you nodded once, tightening your grip around your wand. Their spells came quick and all at once. George and you reflecting them one by one. Different colours luminating your surroundings.

You deflected and counter striked immediatley. Stunning the deatheater. - "Nice one Y/n!" - George complimented. You remained focused. George managed to stun another one too. The third one kept casting as George and you kept moving forwards. You launched forwards casting expelliarmus. Their wand flung away. Yet that didn't stop them as they pulled out a knife. It shined illuminating under the moonlight. George urged you to stay back.

He didn't see the fourth one coming, but you did. You jumped in front of George when they casted a curse. - "Imperio!" - the flash of light hitting you in the chest. Leaving you motionless and with a glaze over your eyes. - "Y/n!" - George called out, rushing over to you. The deatheater with the wand, orchestrated some movement as you copied it. Raising your wand at George.

George paused with a loud gasp. - "Y/n stop! Snap out of it!" - with panic as he knew it was no use. He deflected the first spell of yours that came his way. The deatheater telling you exactly what to do with his wand. George rolled to the side, after feeling a precense from behind. The deatheater with the knife slashed at him. George casted expelliarmus as the knife flung away.

Dropping right by your feet. George stunned the deatheater, turning around to focus on the one controlling you with the imperius curse. George kept steady to deflect every spell of yours. Groaning with frustration, the deatheather stopped. Glanced down and motioned with his wand. Your hand swept up the knife from the ground. - "No!" - George called out, leaping at you.

Grabbing the handle of the knife before it could wedge deep into your chest. Grunting, he tried to force it away from you. Struggling to keep you from doing it. The tip of the knife inches away from your chest. - "No... Y/n please." - he begged moving it to the side but you plunged it back in front of you. - "Please... please..." - his face contracting with pain and sorrow. He noticed a single tear rolling down to your cheek. A loud gasp making him widen his eyes.

The knife plunged deep into your chest. The glaze over your eyes dissapearing, limbs dropping lifeless to the side. With no weight to carry you, you sunk in. George caught your body, holding you in his arms. Gently against his chest. Chin against your head. Crying silently for no screams came out. Mind falling behind on the heart. Grapsing for air, he sucked in a breath. Screaming in terror.

Craddling your body against his. Feeling no response from the one he loves. Lowering his head, it began black before his eyes. Hearing a distant voice. Calling out to him. A ghostly voice, calling out his name. Then a touch. One that shouldn't be there. - "George... Georgie..." - fading in and out. He tightened his embrace. Eyes squeezed shut to drown out the terrors. With a gaps he widened his eyes. Looking around disoriented.

A ghostly face coming in sight. Calling out to him once more. He tried to blink a few times forced to clear the image. Another face coming in sight that looked like his, made no sense. Distorted voices till they became clear. Saying his name again. Gaze clearing up, widening at the sight of a familiar face. - "Y/n!" - he called out, wrapping his arms arouns you. He started tearing up when he felt an embrace in return. Pulling away, he touched your face.

Shuddering out a breath. - "You... you are here..." - he said making you look confused back at his twin. Fred came in sight, snapping his finger in front of him. - "Georgie, you awake? Blimey you scared us." - he spoke. George shoved him up, muttering about the burrow. Hurrying up to the window.

Expecting to find the crops withered, but they were clean. Untouched. Feeling a headache come up, he stumbled back. Fred and you caught him before he could fall. - "Georgie, take it easy..." - you said helping him sit back down. - "What happened, the burrow was burning... you... you... died in my arms Y/n." - talking about it made him teary once more.

You curled up a smile, taking his hand to touch your cheek. - "I'm still here Georgie... you passed out. Did you drink something funny?" - you asked. - "Only butterbeer." - he answered. Fred snapped his finger.

"The man bumping." - he let out, hinting they might have spiked his butterbeer with a nightmare herb. The realization sunk in making him crave your embrace. You hugged him tight, kissing his forehead with care. - "I'm still here Georgie..." - reassuring him it was only a nightmare.

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