"Well this isn't really the way I wanted to meet my brother's girlfriend but I'll take what I can get," Charlie says to me while handing me a cup of tea.
We used the portkey to get back to the Burrow. Molly didn't ask questions she just pulled me into a big hug when she saw me which only made me start crying all over again. George never leaves my side.
I chuckle a bit and sniff my nose, "Wasn't really what I wanted to look like when I was meeting George's older brothers either if I'm being quite honest."
Bill sits down on am overstuffed armchair in front of George and I. Charlie sits on the coffee table in front of us. "If it makes you feel any better, we've heard loads about you. All of them good." Bill says. He picks up a cookie from the plate that Molly put on the table a little while ago. She and Arthur have been in the kitchen muttering about what to do now that I'm here.
I take a sip of my tea, my hands are still shaking so bad that I spill a bit of it on the carpet, "Oh damn, I'm sorry." I whisper. I put my tea on the table and take a napkin and dab the carpet with it.
"Violet, please don't worry about that. Do you know the kind of things that we've spilt on this carpet?" George says jokingly.
I look at him and smile weakly, "Yeah... you're right sorry. I'm just not... I'm really tired." I close my eyes and flashes of the riot flood my brain. The screams, the muggle child being tossed in the air, my uncle abandoning me. I snap my eyes open and focus on my surroundings.
"How about you head up to bed? We can figure everything out tomorrow morning once we've had some time." Charlie suggests. He looks so much like his mother, the caring eyes, the gentle smile.
I nod and sniff my nose again. "Yeah, that sounds great." I rub my palms on my knees, "Uhm, I'm staying in Ginny's room I assume?"
"Hermione is staying in Ginny's room. Mum said you can stay in the twins room as long as you all stay in your own beds." Bill says. He gets up from the chair and pokes his head into the kitchen where his parents are talking, "The bed for Violet is set up in the twins room right? Everyone is getting tired."
Molly comes into the living room with the same caring, yet sad and worried look on her face that Charlie has had on all night, "Yes of course dear. Get some sleep and we'll talk in the morning. I've already written to your aunt and uncle and told them that you are staying here for a spell."
I nod and say a quiet goodnight to everyone before I follow George up into his room. Fred is sitting on his bed in his pyjamas when we get in.
"Are you alright Vi?" Fred asks me, his eyebrows furrowed together.
Tears well up in my eyes again, "They... they tortured those people and I just watched... I let them do it." I sob. George stands there looking at me, not to sure what to do in this moment. "I didn't even want to be there... he forced me to go. And then he just. He just left me there. Like he didn't raise me for the past fourteen years." I sit down on the bed that Molly has set up for me and I curl in a ball.
George goes over to his dresser and pulls out a pair of sweatpants and one of his tee shirts. "You can wear this to bed love." He hands it to me and I take it from him carefully.
"Yeah... Yeah I'll go get changed...." I mumble. I get up from the bed and shuffle out of his room and down the stairs to the bathroom that's on the first floor. I wait behind Percy in the line to the bathroom. Silent tears fall down my cheeks and drip onto the clothes I'm carrying.
I sniff and Percy looks over his head and sees me, "Oh Violet, here, you go first. It's alright." Hermione comes out of the bathroom and looks at me funny before I step in and close the door behind me. I change out of my skirt and blouse and into the cozy oversized clothes that George lent to me.
I put my palms on the sink and sigh. I look at myself in the reflection of the mirror. My tear stained cheeks, my bright red eyes, my messy hair. I turn on the cold water and splash my hot face with it to try and calm myself down. I pat my face dry, pick up my clothes from the floor and head back out to the twins room.
"What do I do? I don't know how to help her?" I can hear George say through the door. I stop outside so I can listen to the conversation.
"I don't think that there is anything that you can do G. I mean she was forced to be apart of group torture, and then when things went wrong she was abandoned by her father figure. Twice in her life her parental figures put He Who Shall Not Be Named before her." Fred responds.
The floor creaks and I can hear a muffled thud which I can only assume is George tossing himself onto his bed. "I hate seeing her like this." He says.
Fred, or I think it's Fred, sighs deeply, "I hate it too trust me. But all we can do now is be there for her? She knows that you love her. She knows that this entire family loves her. Just be there. Listen to her. Make her feel safe."
I creak the door open and Fred and George both sit up in their beds. "Hey..." I say softly.
George smiles, "Hey..." I put my clothes on a chair by the door and I curl up in my bed, pulling the covers over top of my body so only my face is showing. "I'll blow the candle out." George says. He looks at me and I just nod in agreement.
When the candle goes out all the light in the room disappears. Thankfully though the Weasley house is never completely quiet and I can still hear murmuring throughout the house.
As soon as my eyes are closed I'm back at the riot. Emma squeezing my hand, the pain on the grounds keepers face. The screams of the woman trying to cover up her undergarments. I thrash in my bed, the blankets feel like the thick black robes I was wearing. My eyes dart from the screaming family to the scared wizards around me. I see George and Fred running through the crowd, "George!" I scream. The Death Eaters hear me, they turn their attention away from the muggle family and start marching towards the Weasleys. "Stop! No! Please!" I scream but my screams just blend in with the crying children running away from us.
George looks at me, "Get away from me. You monster." He spits on me. I thrash again trying to get away.
"No please! I'm not a monster, I didn't mean it! I don't belong here!" I cry and scream but no ones listening.
A Death Eater grabs my shoulders and shakes me, "Violet!"
My eyes snap open and George's face is like two centimeters away from me. I look to my side and Fred is standing there looking at me like he's scared for his life. My eyes dart back to my boyfriend's face. My heart beat slows down, my breathing goes back to normal. "I'm not a monster." I whisper.
George's eyes get misty with tears, "Course you're not a monster. Who said that to you?" He coos. He traces the side of my face with his thumb.
My voice gets caught in my throat, "You did... In my dream... you told me to get away from you then you called me a monster... then you spit on me."
George sighs, "you're safe here. No one is going to hurt you." He says. Fred goes back into his bed. George gets up from my bed And turns away from me. I grab his wrist and stop him from going further.
"Sleep here with me. Please." My voice is barley a whisper. I'm so exhausted, my eye lids are heavy but I'm terrified to close them.
"Of course my love."