A/N-
I was looking through my work last night and realised it was quite poor, so I may edit a few things.
Chapter 6
Fred and I were sitting down at the kitchen table, buttering our toast. George was helping his mum with the washing up.
Mr. Weasley stumbled into the room, out of breath. Mrs. Weasley ran over to him,
"Arthur! Whatever is the matter?"
He puffed,
"It's Harry. He's been expelled from Hogwarts."
I stood up, knocking my chair over behind me,
"What?! Why?"
"He used a Patronus Charm in front of a muggle. He's got a hearing on the twelfth of August."
I gulped,
"Is he alright though?"
Mr. Weasley nodded,
"It seems so."
Mrs. Weasley asked,
"He wouldn't have used a Patronus charm unless he was attacked by dementors. We all know Harry. He's sensible!"
My heart pounded. The twins had told me about the dreaded dementors.
I ran a hand through my hair,
"When can I see him?"
"As soon as he can get out of the muggle house."
I nodded, trying to look brave. I walked out of the kitchen and made my way upstairs.
A hand grabbed onto my sleeve. I turned to see Fred with a worried expression on his face. I stood on the landing and leant against the banister,
"Oh Fred. Why couldn't Harry have just stayed here?"
He stood next to me,
"I don't know Ava. We've been listening in to the Order meetings for weeks now. We hardly got any useful information."
I sighed,
"I just hope he's okay. That's all I care about for now."
To my surprise, Fred wrapped his arms around me,
"We're all hoping he's okay."
I whispered,
"Thank you, Fred."
* * *
I stared at the wall in front of me, twisting my hands this way at that. Ever since I'd heard about Harry, I'd been worried sick. I hadn't eaten anything. I hadn't slept. I just wanted to know that he was alright.
I heard Hermione shout downstairs,
"HARRY! Ron, he's here, Harry's here!"
I shot up off my bed and sprinted downstairs. Ron and Hermione were standing in the corridor talking to my brother.
He saw me, and his eyes widened,
"Ava!"
I nearly knocked him over as I wrapped my arms around him,
"Harry! You're okay! I've been so worried about you!"
He took a deep breath,
"I don't think I stopped thinking about my new sister, either."
I finally let him go, and looked at his face. It was paler than last time I'd seen him. I smiled,
"I'm just glad you're here now."
Fred called me from upstairs,
"Ava Potter! I believe it's time for a wizarding lesson!"
I started to walk up the stairs,
"I think you mean it's time for you to test your pranks out on me!"
I walked into his bedroom. He laughed,
"No! I just..."
I squealed,
"Fred, Harry's here!"
He grinned,
"Thank goodness. I think everyone was a bit worried about him. Now... if you'd like to just-"
I rolled my eyes,
"Fred, I know you want to test out a Fainting Fancy on me. I can tell by the strange look on your face."
"It's to help us get the Skiving Snackboxes finished as ready! You know how hard George and I have been working on them! All summer! In-between teaching you about wizards and listening in to the Order, of course."
I laughed,
"Hand the sweet over."
He passed me a sweet with two different coloured ends. One was orange, the other purple.
I lifted the orange end up towards my mouth,
"Please catch me when I faint."
Fred stood behind me, his arms outstretched,
"Of course. Now swallow it up, newbie."
I took a bit of the orange end, and swallowed it. I frowned,
"Fred I'm not sure if-"
I was suddenly hit with a sick, dizzy feeling, nearly as bad as when I'd Apparated. I felt my body start to fall, and my eyes fluttered shut.
* * *
"I think she's waking up, George!"
I opened my eyes, and looked around the room,
"How long was I out for?"
George grinned,
"Less than a minute. Fred had to call me up to feed you the purple end, but it was okay."
I realised with a sudden jolt that Fred's arms were wrapped around me. He had caught me.
I turned around to face him, my body still swaying a little. He kept a tight grip on me. Our eyes met, and I realised how close our faces were.
I could feel Fred's warm breath on my face. He smelt nice. Like honey. I liked honey.
"That was a great experiment."
We jumped apart when we realised George was still in the room. He carried on talking,
"You two carry on."
I laughed,
"Nice one, George Weasley."