"He talks about you like you put the stars in the sky. He looks at you like that too."
Florence, Fred, and George have been best friends since their 1st year at Hogwarts, always ending up in trouble together. In their 6th year, Florence decides to e...
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What's the point of being alive if you don't even try and do something remarkable?
Chapter 20: Epilogues Song: House of Memories(slowed)
Florence stared out at the Lake, taking a deep breath as she closed her eyes, doing anything to stop thinking.
"You weren't at Dumbledore's meeting?" Florence turned around to look at Fred, who looked at the girl with sad eyes.
"I don't need any reminders" Florence spoke turning back to face to lake, the smell of salt water filling her nose.
"Florence, what happened in the graveyard?" Fred asked the girl, making his way to stand beside her.
"Nothing." Florence spoke, feeling her heart begin to beat rapidly. "I-I was imagining things. The hedges, I don't know. Nothing happened."
"Florence. Dumbledore told everyone in that meeting that Voldemort is back. He told all of the schools and students. That's not going to work anymore." Fred looked to the girl with soft eyes as she bit her lip, shaking her head.
"He's lieing. Dumbledore is lieing, or misunderstood" Florence spoke, feelings tears brim at her eyes.
"Florence, you and I both know that Albus Dumbledore is not a liar" Fred told the girl as she wiped away a tear that tried to escape her eye as she swallowed.
"I can't admit it."
"Admit what?"
"That Voldemort was there." Florence spoke, letting out a sigh. "If I do, I could loose everything. The ministry doesn't want to admit it. Which means if I do Fred, I could lose my chance at being an auror. And if I go around telling everyone I'm Florence Jane, the mudblood who out smarted Voldemort than he will go after my family and kill them. Even though your father has moved them to a safe house, they may never been safe again and I can't take anymore chances. And let's not forget the fact that Harry and I have one main thing in common, that if Voldemort wanted revenge on us both...he would go after your family Fred"
Fred's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the girl in shock. "I'm not taking any of those chances Fred, so only you know that I admitted that Voldemort was there that night. I won't go into detail, but-"
"Hello?" Florence and Fred jumped, turning around to look at the real Mr. Moody, who gave the two a soft smile.
"Mr. Weasley, can I have a word with Miss Jane here alone?" The man asked and Fred looked at his best friend, raising an eyebrow at the girl, making sure she would be okay.
Florence gave Fred a soft smile, nodding at him which Fred took as the okay. Florence watched as the boy walked away, turning around just to send her a wink.
"What do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Moody?"
"Please, just call me Mad Eye" Florence smiled as she watched the man point to his eye than wink, causing her to chuckle.
"Okay, Mad Eye, what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Well, Miss Jane-"
"Please, just call me Florence" this time Mad eye couldn't help but chuckle.
"Okay, Florence. I'm here because, I heard how you defeated your tasks, also because I found out you are the person who figured out it was Barty who rigged the cup. I've taken a look at your grades, spoken to Harry, who told me that the only reason that he made it out alive was because of your quick thinking and mastery of spells." Mad eye spoke, looking down at the girl and raising an eyebrow at her.
"No, Harry is the only reason I'm alive. We both could have died there, we just got lucky." Florence spoke, giving the man a sad smile.
"Humble too? Interesting. Florence, I want to offer you a summer internship working as a auror under me?" Florences eyes widened as she looked up at Mad Eye Moody, taking a step back in shock.
"W-what?"
"I want you to be my intern"
Florence let out a squeal, jumping in the air out of excitement. Mad eye couldn't help but chuckle at the tiny blonde, turning around and walking away a smirk on his face. "We will start next week"
