The Confession || George Weasley

Scene 16- The Coin

They are silent, getting the point, then looking scared. They should. This isn't the time to find it comforting. We settle down for breakfast. The girls don't say a word and it looks like that no one on the Slytherin table is saying anything. To be fair, the article showed a lot of those families as dark ones. Their parents as Death Eaters.

The problem? They can't go to Umbridge, because otherwise that would have meant they read the article which was forbidden. Harry Potter thinks he did the right thing? Not when he went along and destroyed so many lives at once. 

"I need to tell you something guys," Logan suddenly says.

She moves closer and so do we, then she proceeds to tell quietly that she never knew about the fact that her brother was a Death Eater. Harry told the name the news paper and she didn't know how to feel about it at first, though she can't ignore it any more. 

"I'm scared I'll get branded too. I'm not like them," she defends feeling helpless. 

"You won't Logan," Christine pats her shoulder: "You haven't seen your brother in so long, he made his own decision." 

"And what if he did not?" 

We fell silent again. We all know it's very likely he didn't have a choice. My eyes settle on Montague, he's the most likely one to be next in our rows.

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It has been some days since what happened in detention and I focused so much on school that my grades went up and I managed to distract myself. I'm not feeling fine, but I do feel okay. Which is a start and every step counts.

I sit in Ancient Runes writing down some phrases when I feel something heat inside my robe pocket. I narrow my eyebrows and reach into it. It's the Galleon George gave me. Will she disappear in any given moment or what is happening? I watch the Galleon closely, she isn't shining differently or anything else, she just changes her numbers? I never saw a Galleon do that. When the Professor clears their throat I return my attention towards them, with an apologetic look on my face.

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*George's Prov*

"It was terrifying," Angelina tells us in our common room: "She screamed at her like she went mad." 

I write some phrases down. 

Fred laughs: "Wonder what she did." 

Ginny sits down beside me on the couch and looks what I'm doing. I show her, she just nods and listens to the conversation Fred and Angelina have.

"Umbridge face turned pale and then pink, then red, she looked like a color palate gone wrong," Angelina chuckles. 

"I wish I was there to see how Dumbledore crossed her plans," Fred says. 

"Do you mean the Trelawney situation today?," Ginny asks. 

Both nod. 

"I don't really like Trelawney, but seeing her today made me actually want to hug her. Umbridge is getting way too far, good thing Dumbledore is still in Hogwarts. I don't care what all the others say," Ginny admits.

"Umbridge was so in rage, Katie told me that she even lost her 'smile' for a moment," Angelina says. 

"chrm chrm," we all look up, just to realize it was Ginny. 

"Can you stop that?," I laugh. 

"Sorry, but why doesn't the ministry see what prick she literally is?" 

"There's the thing," Fred says: "When you die, you don't feel the pain, the others around you feel it and in the exact same way works being dumb."