Your Slytherin Stalker

That Night

            I knew if I didn't do something quickly that I'd end up with more than a few broken bones, so I did the only thing I could think of. The Polyjuice potion wore off just in time and I transformed. Gravity pulled me closer to the ground at an alarming rate, nearly sending me crashing into the hard earth. I spread my wings the second I had the chance, one of them scraping against some rocks in the process of removing it from my body, and angled myself upward.

            A crashing noise ahead of me caught my attention and I saw the Burrow standing tall, just as it once had. One of the windows was broken, possibly the landing area of my broom, but other than that it was as if the fire never happened. I wasn't sure how they did it, but I was glad the tall house was back to the way I once knew it.

            "How're you feelin' Georgie?" Fred's voice traveled from inside the Burrow, my heightened hearing allowing me to pick it up.

            I flew down through the open entryway and landed behind the gathering of people, instantly shifting back to my human form. My feet touched the floor and I was pushed back against the doorway with a wand poised at my throat. I glared at my assailant, who just so happened to be my old professor.

            Those who noticed my shape shifting abilities looked appalled that I was capable of such things, Mrs. Weasley being the exception. I wasn't sure when she connected the dots, but she definitely knew I was an Animagus. Now, so did the rest of the Order.

            "What are you doing?" I hissed out at Remus, attempting to push his arm away.

            "Saint like," George's soft answer met my ears and my attention shifted in that direction to make sure he was okay.

            "Come again?" his twin questioned from where they were hidden from view.

            "Saint like," he spoke up a bit, "I'm holy ...I'm hole-y Fred, get it?"

            "A whole wide world of ear-related humor and you go for 'I'm hole-y,'" I could hear the somber mood and I immediately began to worry, "It's pathetic."

            "Reckon I'm still better lookin' than you," George quipped with a brief, painful laugh.

            "Release me professor," I gripped his wrist roughly and looked directly into his eyes, the only thing on my mind being to get to the man I loved.

            I don't know what made him do it, but he removed his wand from my neck and I moved around him swiftly. I passed through a crevice in the small crowd so that I was able to see him and what I witnessed made me stop right where I was. Blood covered the entire left side of his neck up to his ear... or where it once was anyway. His entire ear was missing, leaving him with just a hole on that side of his head.

            "George..." his name left my lips along with my breath.

            I moved to kneel in front of the couch he was laid on, Fred sitting to my left on the coffee table. My hand rested on George's knee softly, worry eating me up inside. His twin placed his hand on my shoulder and my eyes met the deep brown ones I was beginning to think I couldn't live without. He tried to smile at me, but I could tell it hurt.

            He wasn't losing blood all that quickly, hardly any at all. It was after noticing that, that I realized he would be alright. Naturally, it would take a bit of healing and time, but George would be just fine. I relaxed my tensed up muscles and smiled back at him. I regretted that he was injured at all, but I was also relieved that he was still among the living.

            "Mad-Eye's dead," I ignored Bill when he spoke, "...Mundungus took one look at Voldemort and disapparated."

            Remus sat down on the other end of the table, probably realizing that I wasn't the one who betrayed us. The entire room was silent after that, grieving the moody man's death. I gave them all a moment to take it in, my thumb brushing circles against George's pants. I didn't know the Auror all that well and whenever I did see him, his scrutinizing glare was fixed on me like I was the spawn of all things evil.

            "I suppose you'd like to do the honors Mrs. Weasley?" I spoke up after a while when I caught her eye.

            I directed my gaze back to George to let her know what I meant and she immediately came back to life. I stepped back to give her more room to work on my injured lover and she quickly began the healing process. I knew she wouldn't ask me for my help, so I let her do her thing and decided to take care of something else that needed fixing.

            "Amirah, you're bleeding," Hermione noticed when I walked up to the trio.

            "I'll be fine," I brushed her concern off and looked to Harry, "We need to talk."

            "There's nothing to say," he angrily replied.

            "He made an Unbreakable Vow," I narrowed my eyes at him and attempted to explain my father's motives, "I received a letter for him at the beginning of the school year saying he had no choice in the matter. Aside from that, I knew nothing. You can't keep blaming me for what my father did."

            "She's right Harry," Hermione delicately butted in and put her hand on his shoulder, "With everything that's happening, we need to stick together."

            Ginny came up to hug me then and I easily wrapped my uninjured arm around her. Harry saw her embrace me and I caught him nod once in my direction. A smile made its way onto my lips, he forgave me... I didn't do anything that needed forgiveness, but we were on decent terms again at least.

            I waited my turn while Mrs. Weasley patched everyone up and then helped Fred get George up to their old room. White bandages encircled the top of his head, going down to cover his ear and whatever Mrs. Weasley did to help it heal correctly. We laid him down in his bed and I went to go borrow some clothes from Ginny, since the pants that fit Harry were slipping lower on my hips whenever I moved.

            Fred was fast asleep in his own bed when I returned in a crimson tank top and striped pajama pants. I carefully climbed in with George and snuggled closer to him, my bandaged arm lying across his clothed chest. After what happened earlier, I never wanted to let him out of my sight again.

            "Don't ever scare me like that again George," I whispered.

            "...Your dad did it," he confessed, wrapping his arm around me as well.

            "What?" I was appalled, I couldn't believe he would do such a thing when he knew how I felt about him.

            "He could have killed me Amirah," a smile worked its way onto his lips, "...I think he's starting to like me."

            "Don't get your hopes up George," I rolled my eyes and relaxed at the news, "This is my dad we're talking about."

            He fell asleep not long after that, his muscles relaxing against me. I stayed up for a few more moments, thinking of my father and where he could be at that moment. He'd purposefully avoided killing George... even though he looked like Harry at the time. So really, my father avoided killing my half-brother. Either way, I was grateful that George was still around and I had my father to thank for that. I couldn't even begin to imagine a life without him now that we were so close.