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Hopefully some of these can rid me of my writer’s block

OTP Drabble Challenge!

Rules: Followers send a number to your ask, along with a pairing, and you write a drabble using that dialogue in your piece! Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!

“The doctor said it’s normal” - “Well that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.”

“Baby, you’re not a bother.” - “I’m too needy, you don’t deserve it.”

“Come with me to the other room.” - “We’re not going to talk about this now.”

“Did you just hiss at me?” - “Are you judging me?”

“Don’t yell at me like I’m a child!!” - “DON’T THROW SCISSORS!”

“Here, take me blanket/jacket.” - “I told you, I’m not cold.” *shivering*

“Did you hear that?” - “I’m telling you, I’m haunted.”

“I just wanted an easy day with my boyfriend/girlfriend. Is that too much to ask?”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Come over here and make me.”

“I want my best friend back.” - “Kevin is over there.”

“H-how long have you been standing there?” - “Long enough.”

“You’re lying, you’re blushing.” - “Shut up, no I’m not!”

“No, I’m not talking to you.”

“No more!” - “Okay, fine, I won’t send you any more selfies.”

“What do you have?” - “Pizza rolls and Cup O’ Noodles…that’s about it. Popcorn?”

“The salad here is really good.” - “Do I look like a fucking rabbit?”

“Open this.” - “Can you say please?”

“I just came to say goodbye…” - “Bullshit, you just feel bad.”

“You’re on level 176.” - “Can you judge me harder?”

“Jinx, you owe me a coke.” - *can’t speak until they buy a soda*

“Please don’t leave me.” - “I don’t want to go”

“Babe, I’m sorry.” - “Suck my ass.”

“Liar, liar, pants on fire!” - “Seriously, you’re worse than a kid.”

“You can’t ride a bike?” - “Why are we whispering?”

“Is it that time of the month?” - “You literally ask me that whenever I’m mad at you!”

“We’re going downtown.” - “There’s a strip club downtown.”

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” - “Well, you shouldn’t be saying it then.”

“It’s not mine, I swear.” - “How is it not fucking yours!”

“Take it off.” - “Like a bandaid?”

“I told you…” - “Yeah, yeah, yeah, quit nagging.”

“Boo?” - “You’re my boo.”

“Don’t you ever do that again! You scared the shit out of me!”

“You broke what?!?” - “Don’t worry, I’m okay.”

“Why’re you dressed like that?” - “Does that mean it looks good or should I change?”

“Fine, just do what you have to do.” - “Can you stop being so freaking cute so I can concentrate?”

“…then I picked up your coffee by mistake.” - “All I want is an apology.”

“Well, this is awkward.” - “Don’t touch me.”

“You can’t make me.” - “What are you? Five?”

“You’re a blanket hog!” - “Leave me alone and stop being so selfish.”

“It’s not fair that you’re hot and funny.” - “Look who’s talking…just kidding, your jokes suck.”

“I hate you.” - “No, you don’t.”

“Should I be worried?” - “Is the grass green?”

“You’re kidding me?!” - “Shush, my mom never taught me.”

“I’m your lock screen?!” - “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“Will you go with me?” - “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Baby, I’m scared.” - “You don’t have to be; not as long as I’m here.”

“Come inside, I’m sorry.” - “Not until you apologize.” - “I just said I’m freaking sorry.”

“Your voice is sexy.” - “Your ass is sexy.”

“If I asked, you’d say no.” - “You don’t know that.”

“Seriously, the chimney?” - “The squirrel can’t win!”

“32?” - “I’ll prove it!”

“It’s just so little and adorable.” - “That’s what she said.”

“You’re not mature enough to be a parent.” - “Try me.”

“Take a chance.” - “Umm…let me think…no.”

“Game’s over, you son of a bitch!!” - “Okay, just don’t hit me.”

“You forgot about my birthday!” - “In my defense, I forget about a lot of things.”

“You need more stamina.” - “No, I need more steak and eggs. So…get on it.”

“Can you dance with me?” - “You’re not mad?”

“I’ll smash it, I swear.” - “You smash it and we’re done.”

“Move!” - “Why would I move if I’m so comfy where I am?”

“I’m not going in.” - “Then we’re not going to get a treat after.”

“I really would’ve liked it if you told me your parents were coming to town.” - “I really would’ve liked it if you put underwear on before coming into the kitchen.”

“I found it in the recycling bin.” - “Well, you’re the one killing the environment, so who’s really in the wrong here?”

“We bet, and you lost.” - “But tattoos are permanent.”

“Can you quit being so sassy?” - “Can you quit being so controlling?”

“Are you getting jealous?” - “You’re changing your outfit, now!”

“What time is it there?” - “We’re in the same time-zone.”

“Quit flirting.” - “I didn’t mean to-”

“I just don’t know what happened.” - “You’re too good for them.”

“You have a cute nose, don’t make me break it.”

“Tell me what I can do to help.” - “Sing me to sleep.”

“You still need your baby blanket?”

“Did you black out?” - “I feel like I’m gonna puke.”

“Let’s just bury the hatchet.” - “Fuck your hatchet.”

“I bet it’s a boy.” - “I bet it’s a turtle.”

“Spare change?” - “You can’t be responsible, you don’t get your wallet.”

“Cuddle or leave.” - “So is that a no to supper?”

“Are you high?” - “I’m just so fucking tired.”

“Why did I marry you?” - “It took a lot of convincing.”

“Who’s texting you?” - “Umm. nobody.”

“You have two choices.” - “Neither of which I like…”

“I want a dog.” - “I want a cat.”

“Chinese food?” - “Do we even know what that’s made of?”

“These sheets are stained.” - “That’s disgusting.”

“You don’t know how to change a tire?” - “Give it a rest, would you?”

“That’s my ex-boyfriend/girlfriend.” - “Well, kiss me so they see.”

“We got lucky. You’re not gonna do that again, right?”

“Hey, babe, look what I found.” - “GET THAT OUT OF THE HOUSE NOW!!!”

“You’ve been replaced.” - “Alright, we’ll see how you feel when you need me to kill a spider in the shower.”

“Are those slippers?” - “Is that you being mean? AGAIN?”

“You forgot your book.” - “No, I lost my book!”

“You’re weird.” - “Or you’re just basic.”

“We need a vacation.” - “You read my mind too much, it scares me.”

“Why’d you hug him? You love him?”

“Sorry.” - “Good choice.”

“Luck? Nope. Skills.” - “If it’s skill then do it again.”

“Why can’t you just believe me?” - “Because you lied about it before.”

“This bath is too damn hot.” - “This is why we can’t do cute things. You complain too much.”

*Make up your own*

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17 questions tag

Thank you for taggin me @x-lulu. Thought I could use this opportunity to get to know my followers a bit more and to let them get to know me some more too :)

Rules: answer 17 questions then tag 17 people

Nickname: Meg, Erica

Zodiac: Aries

Height: 5’5

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Last Thing I Googled: May - December Relationship (a turn of phrase that I didn’t understand from the second season of The Politician)

Song Stuck In My Head: Waterloo by Abba

Number of Followers: 81

Amount of Sleep: I work nights so I always sleep like the dead when I get a chance

Lucky Number: 3,7,13

Dream Job: A writer

Wearing: Pajamas

Favourite Song: Either Ghost by Badflower, Time in a Tree by Raleigh Ritchie or Drugs by Lil Aaron (it changes day to day)

Favourite Instrument: Double bass

Aesthetic: Wherever I can afford

Favourite Author: Rick Riordan, Cecelia Ahern, S.E Hinton (I couldn’t pick)

Favourite Animal Sound: Cats purring and the morning birds, seagulls and seals as well

A Random Fact About Me: I have never told anybody but I’m bisexual

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Scarred - Chapter 6

Warnings: 18+ content (small graphic description of sexual activities), swearing

Megan works for the Order, she has been on a mission for them for over a year. A mission that was only supposed to last two weeks. Heritage means that she is on thin ice with the rest of the Order, mix that with some heartbreak by the dragon-loving Weasley boy and a certain Black family member with a vendetta and you have the following story.

Once all of my things were packed in one of the old duffels in the wardrobe, I took a deep breath before going back downstairs. When I finally went downstairs, I was met with complete silence and tension. Still, nobody said anything as I walked through the backdoor, shutting it softly behind me. 

I walked over to the Thestral that Bill and Fleur used to rescue Harry (the one that Kingsley and I used having been left behind wherever it was that we landed) and mounted. As soon as I did, as though it knew what I wanted from it, the Thestral took off into the air. It wasn’t a long ride back to my flat in Diagon Alley, only about a half hour or so. 

Once we landed outside the Slug and Jitters shop door (above which was my flat), I could truly take in the state of disrepair in the alley. The shop was not looking too bad, in the light of things. It had two boarded up windows and the door was hanging off the hinges, but the lights were still on and I could see 2 employees assisting the only customer in the shop. 

Looking up the alley, I saw my old workplace, Ollivanders, with the windows smashed; a quick glance inside showed that most of the stock was all over the floor, some looked burnt but most were crushed. 

I waved my hand and the stairs descended from the balcony, landing right in front of me. Walking up the red steel steps, I wondered whether my flat would look like it did when I left it.

Entering the flat through the french doors, I was immediately hit with the smell of damp. With another wave of my hand, the lights came on and I could see the thick layer of dust that covered the entire place. I could also see the mess that had been created, the door was smashed in and all of my knick knacks were smashed on the floor. The cabinets were tilted, glass doors smashed and the sofa was ripped and upside down.

Somebody had been in here, and it wasn’t exactly hard to figure out who.

What was going to be hard to figure out, was what exactly did they want. I went into the bedroom to find it in the same state of disarray, the bed flipped, the mattress torn and all my things from both my wardrobe and the dresser thrown all over the floor. Nothing appeared to be missing, however, so I could only assume that they didn’t find what they wanted.

I touched my pointer finger to the top of the headboard and things began to fly back into their correct places. 

Once finished, I waved the curtains open in all of the rooms and swiped my hand so that all of the dust went into a little pile and then I transported it into the kitchen bin. 

The flat was almost beginning to look like it did before I left, only a few more repairs with the sofa and the cabinets and it was all back to normal. There was definitely nothing missing, so I really had no idea what whoever was in here was looking for.

I waved my hand and the kettle began to boil; with another, a mug from the cupboard was on the side and a teabag and two sugars sat inside it. It was only as I was pouring the boiled water into the mug, did I realise that I had no milk. Well, I did, but it was obviously out of date. 

I threw the spoon that I was using to stir the tea in the sink and pulled a glass out of the next cupboard and filled it with water from the tap. Taking big gulps, the main thing that I was thinking about was the silence. It was the main thing that I used to think about when I first moved in six years ago. In the last couple of years, however, I had been away on Order missions and I hadn’t really had the time to be alone and now that I was, it was hitting me hard. 

Deciding to just give in for a while, I went into my bedroom and lay in the bed. 

**********

It felt like I hadn’t been asleep for a long time when I woke up, the stress of the last few days piling on. 

Getting out of bed, I went into the bathroom to freshen up, put some more cream onto my wounds, using a mirror and a kitchen spatula to get my back as best I could, and then changed my clothes so that I didn’t go back to the Burrow in the same clothes that I was wearing the day before and that I had now slept in. Looking through the cupboard, I found my first aid kit and, after a quick check, it had everything in it that I would need to be able to help George.

I opened the french doors and walked back down the stairs after waving them down and saw that the Thestral was no longer there, not that I really expected it to be. I had to think about how exactly I was going to get to the Burrow.

I walked back up the stairs and pulled the old broom out from under my bed and walked back onto the balcony. After waving away the stairs, I pushed off the ground and into the air. 

It would take longer to fly to the Burrow on a broom than it did on a Thestral and it wouldn’t be nearly as comfortable, but needs must when it came to family.

About an hour and a half later, I was landing outside the gate that led into the Burrow’s yard. 

I put my broom next to the door after I walked across the yard and knocked on the back door before walking in. On a typical day, I would’ve just walked in but I wasn’t sure whether they would be talking Order business and I wanted to give them a little warning of my arrival. 

There was a tension in the air when I walked in and I knew that they had been discussing Order business. 

Sirius, Remus and Alastor were all sitting in the kitchen at the table, a quick look in the lounge showed the Weasley’s and Fleur in there looking at some paper, presumably wedding preparations.

I waved the bag in the air, “Just here for George.” I said giving the bag a little shake. 

Nobody answered, so I made my way to the lounge. 

Molly jumped up at my knock on the door frame.

“Megan, love!” She hugged me when she came over, one of my favourite things about Molly was that she always greeted us as though we had not been together for months. 

“I’m here to drain George’s ear.” I said as I hugged her back.

“Of course, honey, of course.” She spread her arm out towards the sofa and George stood up. 

“Where do you want me?” He asked.

“Erm, wherever you’re comfortable, but you’ll have to be lying down.” 

“Right, move over guys.” He gestured to the rest of the family on the sofa, who all stood up to let George lay down. 

Once he was settled, I knelt down next to his head once again and began to drain the curse fluid from his ear as Bill and Fleur began to tell me all about the new wedding preparations that they have been making, occasionally interrupted by Molly. The men in the kitchen remained notably silent as we talked. 

Once we were finished and the curse fluid had all been burnt away, I made my exit pretty quickly and went back to the flat.

This routine continued for the next two days, me going to the Burrow three times a day to drain George’s ear. Sometimes members of the Order were sat in the kitchen and sometimes they weren’t. I ate with them a few times, but mostly I just left as soon as I was done. 

The last time that I went to drain his ear, it was early morning, the day before Bill and Fleur’s wedding, and he was still asleep in bed.

I knocked on the door and Fred opened it to let me in.

“He’s still asleep, do you want me to wake him up?” He asked. 

“No, you’re alright, he might as well stay asleep.” He shrugged and I went over to George and moved the pillow from underneath his head and began the spellwork. 

“You know,” Fred began but then was silent for a short while as he went to sit on his own bed. I looked over at him and raised my eyebrows. “It’s just… I want you to know that George and I, we still trust you. We have never not trusted you.” I was touched by his words and I let him know as such.

“Thank you, Fred.” 

George let out a small whimper of pain as the last of the curse let go of the skin inside his ear and I rubbed the back of his head with my free hand and began to hum softly to soothe him a little. 

“It just doesn’t feel fair, you know?” He continued and I nodded along with him as I burnt the last of the curse away.

“Lots of things in life aren’t fair, but we have to take it as it comes.” I said as I was washing George’s ear and began re-wrapping it.

The room was silent until I finished up, because George woke up then.

“Hmm, wazgoinon?” He murmured.

“Just me Georgie, last time I have to look at your ear. Keep it clean and don’t put anything in it and it shouldn’t look too bad when it heals.” I explained as I moved my knee out from under his head. 

“Alright.” He was already getting comfy again in the bed, looking like he was about to go back to sleep.

“I also wouldn’t sleep for too much longer either, your mum is looking for people to help with wedding preparations. I wouldn’t let her catch you in bed.” I laughed as he shot up to a sitting position and opened the door to leave the room.

My laughter stopped and the breath caught in my throat as Charlie Weasley stood before me, fist raised as though he was about to knock on the door.

The silence lasted for a couple of seconds before Charlie broke it.

“Mum needs some help in the garden, you guys.” He called over my shoulder to them. He then reached around me to shut the door leading into their bedroom. “Hi.”

“Hi.” I wasn’t really sure what else to say, we had both been avoiding each other since our relationship ended a few years ago, and with him being in Romania and me either on Order missions or working, it was pretty easy to do so.

After another few seconds of neither of us saying anything, I nodded at him and moved around him to make my way back down the stairs. I was stopped by his hand on my arm when I reached the landing with his room on it. I turned to look at him and he put his finger up to his lips and gestured to Ginny’s room, being fully aware of Ginny’s need for gossip, I heeded his warning.

Charlie began to move towards his room and turned slightly to gesture to me that I should follow him, I did and we went into his and Bill’s room, closing the door behind us.

“How have you been?” He asked.

“Really, that’s what you wanted me for, to ask how I am?” I asked incredulously.

“Well, no. That’s not all I wanted to talk about but I just thought that a little prelude instead of jumping right into the heavy stuff was best.” His logic did make sense. 

“I’m doing okay, all things considered. Are you okay?” I played along with him, both of us aware that our conversation was going to get a lot heavier pretty quickly. 

“Not bad, we got a new dragon at the range. She’s just laid eggs as well.” I was actually surprised that the mention of dragons didn’t actually make me feel uncomfortable, considering that I was permanently scarred as a result of them. I guess you can’t harbour any positive feelings for Charlie Weasley and hate the thing that he loves more than anyone or anything else in the world.

“Cool. So what did you want to talk about exactly?” The question was burning me and, ideally, I would’ve liked to carry on the pleasantries for a little longer, but I was physically unable.

 Charlie looked down at the floor before he spoke, “I heard what happened.” 

“I know Bill told you, you don’t have to pretend that you heard it through word of mouth, it’s okay.” He actually looked relieved at my words, he was never the greatest keeper of secrets. One time, we broke one of Molly’s jars of spice and hid it. Charlie was so stressed about it, I thought he was going to get an ulcer.

“If it means anything to you anymore, I’m sorry.”

“Anything you say still means everything to me.” 

“You can’t just say things like that and not expect me to fall back at your feet.” He ran his hand over his face. 

“Maybe I don’t want you to fall at my feet, maybe I want to be the one to fall at your feet.” I took a step closer to him and he responded by taking one towards me.

“Really?” He asked, both of us taking another step closer to each other.

“Yeah, I’ve been able to do my fair share of thinking recently and it’s made me realise what’s important to me and words that were said when we were both young and stupid, they’re not important to me anymore.” I admitted. “Even if we just go back to being friends, I miss my best friend. What we had was one of the best things about my life and I want it back.”

He reached his hand out to me and I took it. With a gentle pull, I was back in his arms as he rested his chin atop my head. 

“I really missed you.” I pulled my head out from under his chin and looked at him as he spoke. 

We stared at each other for a minute before we both moved towards the other and we locked in a kiss, both of us moaned at the feeling of being together for the first time in so long. 

It was Charlie who took control of the kiss and I let him as he walked backward to the bed and sat me astride his lap. 

As the kiss continued, it began to heat up and Charlie let out a groan at the roll of my hips on his crotch. I responded with one of my own as the rough denim rubbed through my knickers. Charlie put his hands on my hips and pulled my hips down to meet his as he thrust up slightly, once again, causing both of us to audibly let out our pleasure. 

I broke the kiss first as we began to move as one, causing me to lose my breath. 

I had one of my hands fisted in Charlie’s hair and the other on his shoulder, using it to aid my movements. He had one hand on my hip, moving me in time with himself, and the other spread across the side of my neck and onto my cheek, holding my head to his as we panted, moaned and groaned into each other's mouths.

“I missed this. I miss - Merlin - missed you.” Charlie whispered to me. 

“I know, I know, me too, baby.” I moaned back.

“Fuck, gonna,” he groaned in response to my moan, “gonna make me cum in my pants like a fifteen year old.” He laughed and moaned at the same time.

“Do it, baby, cum. I’m gonna.” I took in a sharp breath.

“Yeah? You gonna cum baby?” Using the hand on my cheek, he pulled my mouth to his. “Kiss me as you do.” I did as he asked and was met with moaning in response, as well as him moving the hand on my face to my hips as he began to move me back and forth, my own strength having left my body for the moment. 

“Kiss me as you cum, baby.” I whispered into his mouth and he groaned in response.

A couple of thrusts later, his tongue was in my mouth and his hips were pressing into mine as he whined out his release. 

We moved together for a couple seconds more, both still coming down and chests moving rapidly.

The moment was broken when we heard Molly shout, “Charlie! Have you got those boys out of bed yet?!” We looked at each other and began to giggle quietly, the whole situation reminding us of the times that we did this when we were still together.

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Wedding festivities were in full swing in the Weasley yard, music, laughter and the guests singing was all that could be heard. 

I was dancing in the crowd and Charlie was sitting at one of the corner tables with Hagrid, they were singing and their voices were clear above all of the noise. Everyone was enjoying the festivities when we were interrupted by a bright, white ball of light. Upon closer inspection, we discovered it was a lynx, Kingsley’s patronus, and then it began to talk.

“The ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.” Kingsley’s voice drifted out over the crown and then panic ensued as the message repeated and the reception tent was flooded with black mist, the Death Eaters had arrived. Some of the guests began to apparate away, maily the elderly and those with children, who took them with them. All of the Order members present and a few of the other guests stayed to fight and I could only hope that Harry had had the sense to leave as soon as possible. Or, at least, Hermione and Ron had managed to drag him away to safety, as safe as someone can be when their name is Harry Potter.

The fight was over nearly as quickly as it started. 

And I was grabbed before I even knew that someone had my upper arm gripped in their hand. As we apparated away, I struggled and fought, I couldn’t tell whether it was a Death Eater or an Order member taking me to safety, but I wasn’t going to take any chances. 

As my feet touched the floor, I sent out a stupify jinx at whoever it was that apparated me away and I was given a split second to look around and see that I was in a giant dining room before the spells came flying at me. 

I couldn’t block them all at the same time and I was quickly incapacitated. The face of Bellatrix Lestrange appeared over mine from where I was sprawled out on the floor.  

“Oooooo girly’s got some fight in her?” She cackled and I knew I was fucked.

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August 1985

Megan works for the Order, she has been on a mission for them for over a year. A mission that was only supposed to last two weeks. Heritage means that she is on thin ice with the rest of the Order, mix that with some heartbreak by the dragon-loving Weasley boy and a certain Black family member with a vendetta and you have the following story.

Hi guys!! I know you’re all waiting for the new chapter and I know that I’m late with it but I want to make sure that it perfect because Charlie is back!!!!!! So, while I’m editing that, I wanted to share with you some snapshots of life before Scarred takes place and how events came to be.

They will be uploaded in now particular order, just as I write them. So, here’s the first one, I hope you like it!!

“Megan, have you seen my glasses?” I heard my Nana ask from the kitchen. 

“I think they're on the kitchen table.” I said as I was walking in the kitchen to help her find them.

“No, I can't remember where I've put them.” She said putting her hand up to her forehead. “And we're supposed to be there in an hour. We can't be late, what kind of impression would that give.” She was starting to really worry now. 

“Nana, it's fine don't worry. The Weasley’s won't mind if we're late, I promise. They're not like that.” I said as I came to stand in front of her and put my hands on the top of her arms. “Now, have you checked the bathroom?”

She moved her hand to the side of my face and stroked my cheek with her thumb. “You're a good girl, you know that?” I tilted my head further into hand.

“Thank you, Nana.”

“Right. Let's get those glasses found.” She turned around and began to look through the kitchen drawers.

I went to check the bathroom but I didn't even get that far.

“Found them Nana!” I shouted down to her. “They were on the shelf in front of the mirror, you must have left them there when you did your hair!” 

She came bustling down the hallway.

“Oh my goodness! Thank God for that, I honestly don't know what I would have done had they not been found. Come on then, we should only be a little late if we leave now.”

I shouldered my rucksack that I had packed for my stay and we were out of the door. 

“Alright, wand arm out, Megan.” Nana said, she’s a squib so she couldn't call the Knight Bus. I put my wand arm out and the bus stopped right in front of it and the conductor asked us where we were going. I gave the address of the Burrow where I would be spending the next week, at the Weasleys invitation. We were handed two tickets and nana handed over 4 Galleons, along with a little extra to bump us up a few places in the queue, and we made our way to the top floor which was packed with armchairs. 

As it turned out we were only about 10 minutes late and when the Knight Bus came to a stop and little ways away from the Burrow, Nana walked me down to the exit.

“There’s Mr.Weasley, I hope we didn't keep him waiting too long.” She pointed behind me and I could see Mr.Weasley coming out of the trees, followed by Bill and Charlie. “Stay safe. I can't come and get you but remember, put you-"

“My wand arm out, I know Nana.” I interrupted her. This was something that we had gone over many times since I had received the invitation to visit the Burrow. 

Nana reached in her purse and pulled out a small coin purse that I knew was filled with wizard money.

“Take this for the ride back and any expenses, okay? Be careful not to spend it all, you need to pay for your ticket back.”

I put the coin purse in my pocket and leaned up to kiss her on the cheek. 

“Thank you Nana. I will see you in a week. I love you.” It wasn't that I wanted to rush the goodbye, especially seeing as this is the first time that we had spent time apart since I had been placed in her care at 8 years old, but I definitely wanted the goodbyes over before Mr.Weasley got to us.

She hugged me and I could hear that my collection party had stopped behind me.

“I love you too, pumpkin. Have fun okay?” I stepped down from the Knight Bus and could already hear the snickers from Bill and Charlie. 

Mr.Weasley stepped forwards to shake Nana’s hand and I elbowed the nearest boy in the side, which apparently was a cue to laugh harder and by the time they had stopped Mr.Weasley had finished talking with Nana.

“Stay safe and I'll see you in a week, okay, Pumpkin?” I inwardly cringed as she called me by the nickname again. 

“Okay Nana, I'll see you in a week.” She went to sit back and the Knight Bus took off again. We turned and started to walk up the hill.

“Why’d you come on the Knight Bus?” Bill asked. I was expecting immediate teasing and I was put on alert when that wasn't what I received.

“Well, you know Nana’s a squib, so she can't apparate and the floo network isn't connected to the house because she replaced the fire with an electric one last year.” I said. 

“So you grew up in the Muggle world, then?” Mr.Weasley cut across Bill. I knew that I was going to be asked lots of questions about the Muggle world because Charlie had told me how much the Muggle world fascinated his dad. 

“Erm, yeah.” 

“How does electricity work?” He turned to look at me.

“Erm… well.” I wasn't entirely sure how to answer, mainly because I wasn't quite sure myself.

“Don't worry, dad. You have all week to ask those questions.” Bill said.

“Yeah,” said Charlie, “our little Pumpkin will be glad to answer any questions you have over any meal times.” I could hear the teasing in his voice. 

The death glare that I shot them as we came to the top of the hill, only made them laugh.

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I had been at the Burrow for a couple of days now and it was even more fun than I thought it was going to be. Mr and Mrs.Weasley were lovely people. Fred and George, Charlie's younger brothers, were hilarious. I had already met Percy briefly, but he spent a lot of time reading up on next year's subjects in his room, so I didn't see him much, only at meal times, really. Ginny was the youngest and I was sharing a room with her.

Ron was 2 years younger than the twins and really just wanted to do what they did, they let him on some things, but didn't let him do a lot more. 

“Hey, Bill. Wanna come play Quidditch with us?” Charlie and I went to see if he would play, while Fred and George went to get the brooms out of the shed. With Ginny and Ron being so young and Percy already declining our invitation, we only had to check for Bill.

“Erm,” he looked up from the letter he was reading, “Yeah, give me a couple of minutes though, yeah?” I nodded.

“We'll be in the clearing but don't take too long or we'll put you in goal.” Charlie warned.

“Let's go.” Charlie said and led the way back down into the kitchen about the back door where Fred was leaning against the wall beside the door.

“Bill’s in, he’ll meet us down there, come on.” Fred, George and Charlie picked up one of the brooms each and walked off. I picked up my one and Bill’s and began to follow them down to the clearing. 

“Yeah, I’ll just do all the hard work Georgie, don't worry about it!” I called sarcastically behind him.

George turned and narrowed his eyes at me as he walked backwards towards the clearing.

“See, that's what I thought Pumpkin!” He teased back and Charlie laughed beside me as I narrowed my eyes back at him. 

I opened my mouth to retort when I felt one of the brooms I was carrying being lifted off my shoulder. I let out a small scream at the unexpected touch and spun round, as I did so, I smacked Bill, who had been trying to get the broom that he would be playing Quidditch with from me, in the chest. 

“Oomph!” He said as the broom made contact.

“Oh, my God! I'm so sorry, Bill! Are you okay?” I rushed to apologise to him as Fred, George and Charlie all laughed.

“I'm fine, are we playing then?” Bill said as he walked in front of George to take the lead as we walked to the clearing.

We made our way back to the Burrow a couple hours later, bruised and stomachs hurting from laughter.

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Megan works for the Order, she has been on a mission for them for over a year. A mission that was only supposed to last two weeks. Heritage means that she is on thin ice with the rest of the Order, mix that with some heartbreak by the dragon-loving Weasley boy and a certain Black family member with a vendetta and you have the following story.

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Megan works for the Order, she has been on a mission for them for over a year. A mission that was only supposed to last two weeks. Heritage means that she is on thin ice with the rest of the Order, mix that with some heartbreak by the dragon-loving Weasley boy and a certain Black family member with a vendetta and you have the following story.

I decided that I needed some time after having to relive everything. I was sitting next to the bushes that are placed under the lounge window, which was open. This meant that I could hear all that was said in there. I couldn’t see who was in the lounge but I could clearly hear Sirius and Remus talking, perhaps the moral thing would’ve been to move or, at least, make myself known to the pair.

And I was going to, honest.

“...letting personal feelings cloud your judgement.” I only caught the tail end of Remus’ sentence as they moved closer to the window.

“Memories can be altered, Remus. You know that.” Sirius’ voice piped up and it didn’t take a genius to work out what they were talking about.

“And that means that I know what an altered memory looks like and it’s not that.” Remus ws trying his best to placate Sirius.

“It could’ve been set up.” I didn’t stick around to hear Remus’ response, instead I stood up directly in front of the window and stalked off to the small lake a bit aways from the Weasley home.

Once there, I performed a waterproof spell on the clothes that I was wearing and entered the lake. I didn’t want to swim, I wanted to be weightless for a minute. To not be dragged down by the weight of carrying everything around, just for a short while.

I didn’t know how long I was floating in the water but at some point I closed my eyes, my mind completely blank as I was.

It was Fleur who came out to fetch me. She called my name softly and I knew that my time was up, I had to go back and face everyone.

We ate our tea in silence, only the radio playing, nobody spoke about what they had seen and I certainly was not going to be the one to bring it up.

When the sun was just beginning to go down, I asked Fleur to help me to put some more cream on my wounds.

“Yes, of course. I will be up in a moment.”

I went up to Charlie and Bill’s room to get the cream that Charlie sent and then I went into the bathroom. While I was in there, I began to freshen up as I had every intention of going to sleep after the fresh cream had been applied.

Fleur didn’t take long and she got to it as soon as she entered the room. She didn’t say much beyond small talk, ‘the weather was nice today, no?’ and a little bit of wedding talk. It seemed like something was on her mind and I couldn’t help but feel like she disapproved of me after witnessing everything that had gone on.

I didn’t make much small talk as I was mainly in my head about the Sirius thing. In truth, we had never really got on since he escaped from prison and I wasn’t really filled with a passion for his approval, but how could he argue after what I had shown them?

Fleur finished up and we bid each other goodnight and I went into the room.

It felt like I had only just gone to sleep when I was woken up by shouting downstairs, a quick look out of the window, however, showed the pitch black night sky and I knew that I had to have been asleep for at least a few hours.

The shouting was too muffled for me to properly make out words but I could definitely distinguish voices. I could hear Molly’s as it got higher and higher the more she shouted, I could hear Moody’s booming over everyone else’s, I could hear Kingsley’s accent drifting upstairs and I could hear Sirius’ too. From the pattern that I could hear the voices in, it seemed like Sirius was arguing with the other three and I remained completely still on the bed in the hopes of making out some of what was being said.

Booming footsteps on the stairs, however, ruined that plan.

I sat bolt upright in bed when I heard them and I held my breath when I heard them stop for a second on the landing to this floor.

Moody crashed through the door.

“Get dressed.” In my time with Moody, I had noticed that he really only spoke in short sentences, and that the short sentences left no room for argument.

He turned around but still stayed in the doorway. I stayed where I was sitting in the bed.

“Now.” I did as he asked, quickly getting dressed in a pair of black sweatpants and a green t-shirt from the pile of Ginny and Hermione’s clothes that they had lent me until I could get some that fit me. I put on my black trainers and grabbed Charlie’s camo jacket from the back of the door. Once I was ready, Moody moved away from the door and began to walk down the stairs, I followed, pulling the jacket on as we descended.

The shouting from downstairs continued the entire time that Moody was upstairs, but when I entered the kitchen, it stopped.

Sirius looked away with disbelief on his face.

Milling around the kitchen were Kingsley, Molly, Hagrid, Arthur, Fred, Bill, Fleur, George, Tonks, Remus, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Sirius (obviously) and a stout, balding man.

“Right, that’s everyone. Let’s go.” Remus seemed eager to get everyone out of the door and was out of the back door and into the yard before anyone had a chance to argue.

We all followed, except Hermione, Ginny, Molly and Sirius, who all lingered in the doorway. In the yard there was a pile of broom sticks, Hagrid’s motorcycle and two Thestrals tied to the gate.

“Right, partners.” Arthur said as he moved to stand in front of everyone and was met with groans from all of his children.

“We know, Dad. We have gone over this three times a day for a week.” A rare, stern look from his father shut George up.

“Partners. Tonks and Ron.” He gestured over to the empty space by his side and the pair took it after Tonks picked up a broomstick. “Bill and Fleur.” They followed his command and went to stand by the Thestrals. “George and Remus.” Remus picked up a broom stick and they both went to stand next to Tonks and Ron. “Mundungus and Alastor.” Moody picked up his own broomstick from the pile and went to stand by Bill and Fleur, all while keeping hold of Mundungus' (the stout, balding man) upper arm. “Hagrid, you’ll be travelling with Harry.” So that’s what we were doing, nice of someone to let me know. Hagrid went to stand by his motorcycle. “Fred, you’re with me.” Fred picked up the final broom and went to stand behind his father. That left me and Kingsley and one Thestral, Arthur confirmed that we both moved over to stand with them.

“Everybody get ready.” Moody called out and we began to mount our brooms or Thestrals (and, in Hagrid’s case, a motorcycle). Kingsley got onto the Thestral first and I figured that I was supposed to mount behind him.

“5! 4! 3! 2!” Moody counted down. “Kick off!” We flew into the air as one.

We moved into the typical ‘V’ formation as we flew to Surrey.

***

A few hours later, we landed in the back garden of No.4 Privet Drive.

Harry was quite surprised when he saw all of us and pleasantries were exchanged. Harry was a little bit off with me which is something that I expected based on his relationship with Sirius and my relationship with Sirius. Harry would never trust me as long as Sirius didn’t, which sucked because I was doing all of this for him and I had gone through a lot for him.

When Moody got everyone corralled into the lounge and in some sort of order, I was next to Harry.

“What happened to your face?” It was the first time that he had addressed me directly and I heard some of the talking in the room die down, everyone (apart from Mundungus who was expressing his indignation to Moody) well aware of Harry’s opinion of me.

“It’s a long story.” Harry had a habit of internalising things, if I just came out and told him everything that happened and the questions that they asked, he would use it as fuel for the fire burning him alive in his mind. That, or he wouldn’t believe me. Both would suck.

I was almost as surprised as he was when the plan for transporting him this evening was revealed.

But shortly after, we were all in the back garden once again, only this time half of us looked like Harry. I could feel the small bundle of my shrunken clothes in my pocket, I wanted to keep hold of them so that I didn’t lose Charlie’s jacket. It was still important to him, and him to me, no matter what state our relationship was in.

We were ambushed almost as soon as we were in the air, curses and hexes flying at us and we did our best to fight back.

I was sending curses and blocking those that were coming for Kingsley and I while also trying to make sure that I could block some of the ones that were coming for the others that they hadn’t seen. There were instances where I couldn’t block a curse in time or the curse was too powerful to block, in those cases I manipulated their broom and pulled them backwards out of the way.

I sent a blocking spell towards George and Arthur, but I was too slow and I saw it hit him on his left side. There was no time to help as more spells flew towards us and through the air and the Thestral began to sink through the clouds.

We kept fighting until Kingsley landed us in the middle of nowhere.

“What are we doing here? They are still-!” I began to question before there were, at least, ten Death Eaters shooting spells at us, we both do our best to incapacitate them.

In the time that it took to neutralise them all, we had missed the Port Key.

“Come on!” Kingsley shouted and we began to run.

I wasn’t sure how long we ran for, it wasn’t long any way, before we came to a church. Kingsley strode in, the door banging against the walls as he pushed them open.

“Sallaes!” He shouted and a tall, thin woman came rushing from a back room.

“We were ambushed. The Port Key’s gone.” He explained simply. By this time, the Polyjuice potion was beginning to wear off and I could feel myself shrinking slightly, Harry only being a few inches taller than me. I felt my hair growing at a rapid pace and when I inspected a strand near the front of my face, it had gone back to it’s natural red colour.

I could hear the woman murmuring to Kingsley but I couldn’t hear what was being said.

“No, all Floos are being watched.” Kingsley was keeping his normal volume so I could only assume that the woman was naturally soft spoken and not that they were still keeping me in the dark about everything.

I spun around as I looked around the church, high ceiling, small room, nicely decorated yet modest. I had just turned to inspect the doors when I saw the lights coming from the hill Kingsley and I had just left.

“Kingsley!” I said in a hushed but stressed voice. I didn’t want to raise my voice to shout and risk them hearing us. He turned to face me and I could see his face drop when he saw that they were making their way towards us and there seemed to be more of them too.

“We need to leave. Now!” He turned back to Sellaes who hurried us into the back room that she came out of.

“This is the only time I’m offering this up Kingsley, don’t ask again.”

“I won’t, thank you Sellaes”

“Yeah, yeah.” She waved his thanks away and summoned a very large cauldron from a storage cupboard. “Get in.” She said as a small set of stairs flew across the floor to rest against the side of the cauldron and we did as she asked.

She picked up a pot of red powder, not unlike Floo powder, and blew it in our faces. Before I even knew what was happening, the cauldron was spinning and we came to a stop just before the gate to the Weasley garden.

“Whoa!” I was holding my head as Kingsley climbed out of the cauldron.

I followed him and we both made our way to the door that led to the Weasley kitchen

Before we could get too close, however, Remus came storming out to meet us. He held his wand out in front of him and pointed it at us as Kingsley did the same and asked, “The last words Albus Dumbledore spoke to the pair of us?”

“Harry is the best hope we have. Trust him.” Kingsley seemed satisfied with this answer as he lowered his wand and turned to Harry.

“What gave you away?” He and Harry continued talking as I made my way into the kitchen to look for the others and, more importantly, George.

When I entered the kitchen, I saw everyone crowded around the sofa, where George was lying. Molly was trying to staunch the bleeding coming from his ear, with little success.

“I’ve got it.” I rushed over to the arm of the sofa by George’s head and Molly quickly moved out of the way.

I summoned over a bowl, a cloth and a pillow. Then, I placed the pillow under George’s shoulders so that his head was more level and filled the bowl with water with a swish of my hands.

Everyone was looking at where I was knelt at the top of George’s head as I began to swirl my pointer finger above his ear.

When the green liquid came swirling out a few minutes later, they all took a step back as it began to jump from the spiral before I got it back under control.

Once I felt that the spiral had almost become too big for me to handle, I used my other hand to begin to curl it into a ball. I pressed and pressed on the curse until my fingers could link together while my hands formed a ball. I created a small fire inside my hands and lit the curse on fire, the only way to make sure that it was gone and would not cause any more infection. I then wiped away any fluid around George’s ear that may have leaked out, rinsed the cloth and cleaned it away.

I repeated this process a few times until less and less curse fluid came out each time.

“This will have to be completed a few times a day for the next week or so.” I heard Alastor telling Arthur, Molly being too busy holding George’s hand, once I summoned the bandages from the kitchen and began to wrap George’s ear to keep it clean.

I could faintly hear the conversation going on to my left.

“No, I think you’re like James, who would have regarded it as the height of dishonour to mistrust his friends.” I heard Remus say.

“Wouldn’t have trusted a Death Eater though.” I clearly heard Sirius’ snide remark.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” I bit back before I could stop myself.

“It means, how convenient is it that we have a Death Eater mutt and they just happen to find out about his moving day.”

“I didn’t even know that he was being moved.” I defended myself. “You’re doing, I presume, planting seeds of doubt with your nasty ideas.”

“Oh, don’t try to fool everyone into thinking that you can’t find things out with your dark magic.” I looked at him like he had a second head.

“Dark magic. You really have lost the plot. What are you going on about?”

“That stuff you can do without a wand. It’s not natural.”

“Now, Sirius, that’s not dark magic. It’s talent.” Remus attempted to placate Sirius before anything escalated.

“Come off it, Remus! You said yourself that it’s strange how good she is at it. Don’t rule out dark magic. And… she got a letter last year from her parents so don’t let her fool you into thinking that she has completely repented.” It did hurt to hear that Remus considered me some kind of freak for what I could do, we had always got on well.

“Repented! What have I got to repent for? And if you’re going to go snooping at my post, Sirius, at least read it. The letter was from Dumbledore, my parents are dead.” There was silence in the room for a couple for about thirty seconds before Sirius piped up again.

“Well you seemed pretty broken up about it. Why was that, sad you couldn’t pass information to them anymore? Moved onto their friends, have you?” Sirius continued to push the same narrative he had been preaching since we were re-united.

“No! How did you feel when you learned that your brother had died. When you’re mum! Your dad! I wasn’t really sure how I was supposed to feel!”

Sirius smirked as though I had just handed him the loaded gun that he would need to take me out. “Doesn’t excuse the fact that you still wrote letters to them.”

Once again, silence filled the room for a beat too long.

“What?” Remus asked Sirius, but his eyes had not left me.

“Yeah, while they were in Azkaban.” He nodded, he knew he had the entire room's attention now. “She wrote letters to them for a year.”

“No, that can’t be Sirius, you can’t get mail in Azkaban.” Molly tried to defend.

“I was given special circumstances from Dumbldore and the Minister.” I spoke for the first time since this revelation had been made.

Silence took over the room again, so I continued to explain while I had the chance.

“When they were taken away, I was 8. I didn’t know what had happened, why they weren’t coming home or why I had to go and live with a lady I had never met before. So yeah… I wrote to them. It took them a year to reply and do you want to know what they said?” I looked around the room, some were looking at me, while others looked away. Alastor had both eyes trained on me, as did Sirius, Remus and Kingsley.

“They said that I wasn’t their daughter so long as I lived with a Muggle. They said that about the woman who had been kinder to me in a year than they had in eight. The woman who I loved.” I took a step back, away from him and spread out my arms.

“So, please, tell me and everyone else how one simple sentence could make me forget everything my Nana had taught me and would make me disregard everything that Molly and Arthur ever could.” I waited a beat and he had no answer.

“You know what? I’m done. With you, with this. I’m over it, I’m out.” I held my hands up in front of my chest.

“What? Megan, no.” Remus spoke up.

“No, I’m being serious. I’m tapping out, I’m saying Uncle. Whatever you want me to say, this is it. I’m going back to my flat and I don’t want to hear from anyone whose last name isn’t Weasley.” I began to walk to the stairs, ready to pack up my things and move on.

“What about the Order?” Alastor spoke as I reached the bottom step.

“I’ll go on missions and tell you everything I know.” I sighed, “Don’t tell me anything, clearly nobody trusts me and I’m not so dumb as to think that you would actually tell me any truth with what you just heard anyway.” With that, I walked up the stairs and into Charlie and Bill’s room.

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Megan works for the Order, she has been on a mission for them for over a year. A mission that was only supposed to last two weeks. Heritage means that she is on thin ice with the rest of the Order, mix that with some heartbreak by the dragon-loving Weasley boy and a certain Black family member with a vendetta and you have the following story.

We land in my memories once again. Past-me is back in the chair, head flopped forward as though holding it up is too much effort, bruised and bleeding, the mark on my wrist dripping with green infection. I take a look at it now, thick with scars and the skin pulled taut where it had to heal without proper intervention.

The weight loss from the last memory to now is shocking, this girl isn’t even a fraction of what the other one was, suppose that’s what happens when they don’t feed you.

I watch as two young men come into the room, a large bucket floating between them.

I sit bolt upright as I am drenched in freezing water and my brain stops working for a second at the temperature change. Once most of the shock has worn off, however, I drop my head back down and begin to shiver where I sit, my brain still not working.

“Time to work.” I hear a voice behind me say as they unshackle my hands to stand me up and then put the shackles back on.

By the time I have come back to myself, I am walking outside.

At the time, I thought that I was being tortured when they wouldn’t let me sleep, eat or drink. But now that I can actually see what’s going on from an outside perspective, I could see that it was so that they could put my body in shock with the water and debilitate me so that I wouldn’t be a threat to them while they moved me. Smart.

I am taken to my usual work station - a pile of rocks by the door. And I set about moving them to the other side of the door. The pile will take me about four days to move from one side of the door to the other, and then my job is to move them back. This had gone on for months.

When they view my time at work up, I am taken back to the chair, once again, covered in freezing water while then unshackle me and then shackle me back up to the chair.

I sat there for a while before I started to fall asleep, jerking awake every time as I know what will happen if I actually nod off.

I fall asleep a few times, and sure enough, each time I am woken by freezing water being poured over my head.

The last time that I fall asleep, I am covered with water and unshackled, stood up and locked back up before I even know what is happening.

I am being marched out by two men on either side of me. They bring me to a clearing near a cliff, at the bottom of which resides a purple dragon. It’s small, for a dragon and the distinct marks (and growing up with Charlie Weasley) make it obvious as to what type of dragon it is.

“Is that a dragon?” I can hear Sirius ask. “What kind?”

Myself and every Weasley here answer in unison. “Peruvian Vipertooth.”

Osorin is once again in front of me, this time not only followed by his corporals, but by nine ginger haired people, who I immediately recognise as the Weasley’s.

I begin to scream and thrash around in my chair as they are marched to the edge of the cliff.

I broke away from the group as past-me was screaming to walk to the edge of the cliff. I stop just beside the ‘Weasley’s’ to see that they were just some red-headed muggles (judging by their clothes), not even the right ages of the Weasley’s. I guess I was more affected by their torture than I thought and hallucination came into play. It felt weird because I can obviously remember (and now see) just how much I thought it was the Weasley’s and the and grief that I experienced seems so stupid now that I know it wasn’t my family.

I walk back to the group without a word and continue to watch the scene unfold.

With one nod, the first Weasley was pushed over the edge of the cliff and into the dragons waiting mouth.

My screams were so loud that they hurt my throat. I was begging and pleading with anyone who would listen.

“Please! Please! I’ll tell you anything you want to know! PLEASE!” No-one listened, no-one was even looking at me. They were all watching as another Weasley was pushed off the cliff.

This went on until only Ginny was left. Osorin raised his hand and all movement stopped as he knelt in front of my face, his mouth only inches away from my eyes.

“Where is Harry Potter?” I tipped my head back, I should’ve known that they would break me down before they even attempted to ask me a question like that, before they asked me to betray my entire being.

“You’ll never find him.” My voice was croaky and my throat sore.

“What do you mean?” He pressed.

“The boy has an invisibility cloak. He’ll never be found if he doesn’t want to be.” Osorin began to laugh in my face, drops of spit landing on me.

“You think a foolish invisibility cloak can stop us. The greatest clan on Earth stopped by a parlour trick.” He continued to laugh.

“It’s the real deal, not a parlour trick. You’ll never find him so long as he has it on and he’ll never take it off.” He stopped laughing. “Now, I’ve told you everything I know, so please. Please! Let me and her go! Just let us go and that’s it, it’s over, please, please!” I begged them to let me and Ginny go so that we could at least be together if the rest of the family had been taken from us.

With a wave of his hand, Ginny was thrown off the cliff and to the awaiting dragon. I felt indescribable pain and I let out a scream and began to throw my head back.

“NO! NO!”

Once again, the memory fades to black as two cruciatus curses hit past-me and we are all thrown back out into the lounge.

Looking around, I can see that Ginny is crying, being consoled by Molly. Everyone else is silent, likely in shock.

“Why did you tell them about the invisibility cloak? They clearly didn’t know about that.” Sirius questioned for the first time since we had started this. I remained silent, the only answer I had, I knew that he wouldn’t like. I didn’t like it, it made me seem weak. I told them about the invisibility cloak because I didn’t want to be left alone, the only one left from yet another family. I had told them about the invisibility cloak in the hopes that they would let Ginny and I go and at least we could be together.

He didn’t press the issue any further when I reached up to take the next memory.

“I don’t think I can watch anymore.” I heard Ginny whimper.

“It’s okay, honey. You can stay here and we’ll be right back, okay?” Molly said to her, I didn’t hear her response as I plunged my head into the Pensieve.

The memory took shape around me and I felt the presence of the others as I looked on at past-me stood in front of a wooden post, my hands tied to the top of it (about shoulder height) and the rope staked to keep it, and my hands, in place. I had no top and you could properly see the weight loss and dehydration.

Once the others had also taken in the scene, I felt the Weasley men (minus Bill, who had already seen everything earlier) and Remus blush, and look at me. I didn’t turn to acknowledge them, only nodded my head back towards the scene.

“Dumbledore is dead.” Osorin voice sounded behind me. “The Order of the Phoenix will need a new leader and we are not foolish enough to think that Dumbledore would leave that up to anyone but himself in the event of his death. Who is it?” He questioned.

I say nothing, too shocked at the news that I was receiving.

“Who?” He pushed, but I had spent too much time thinking about Dumbledore and not enough time thinking of a plan, who’s names could I give him?

He grew impatient very quickly.

There was a sudden searing pain across my back, one that I had felt before, across my wrist. He had cracked me with the dragon fire whip. I screamed in pain and began to cry.

“Who?” The pain in my body is clouding my thoughts and I can’t think of a plan, I can’t think of a way to get them to stop. For a split second, I thought about just telling the truth (this comes after they whip me again) but the thought made me feel sick and was quickly dispelled from my mind.

“If you tell us, we will stop.” I do not say anything in return.

The cycle continues for a while, they ask me to give someone up and I don’t have enough time to think of a name (because every time the whip hits me, it’s like my entire brain has been reset and it take a couple of seconds for it to come back) and so I am whipped again.

At some point, I find myself kneeling on the floor, arms stretched well above my head as I cry and scream whenever the whip finds my back.

“WHO?” Osorin was getting frustrated with my lack of answers now and quickly brought the whip down with as much force as possible, however in his anger, his aim went out of the window.

A stray end of the whip catches my face this time and it feels like my entire skull is being split in two. Immediately, my vision goes white and my brain feels like it is spinning around in my skull. My head dropped back on my shoulders to hang there for a couple of seconds so that I can remember how to breathe.

When I finally right myself as much as possible, I realise that not only have they not whipped me in this time, but they have also not asked me any questions either. Maybe they have finished, maybe they realised that I will give them nothing, maybe I’ve died. That last thought surprises me, both because I have no idea where it came from and also because would that be such a bad thing?

I realise that I am, in fact, not dead, when they begin to spray me with powerful jets of water. I scream through gritted teeth as it touches the raw skin on my back and the water boils from the heat, creating an even more intense pain.

I can see the skin on past-me’s back bubbling and the only thing that I can think to myself is ‘it looks worse than it felt’. By that point, a lot of the nerve endings on the upper skin had been burnt off so some of the pain, I wasn’t even able to feel. Watching it, though, brought back the pain that I did feel and I shuffled on my feet at the memory.

When they finally switch the water off, I have my head bent to rest on the wooden post in front of me.

“Who. Is. In. Charge. Of. The. Order. Of. The. Phoenix.” Osorin is right by my ear as he speaks slowly.

I let out a shaky sigh and say, just as shakily, “Caradoc Dearborn.”

I felt Sirius’ head whip around and face me in anger. Once again, I kept my eyes forward and refused to acknowledge him.

The feel of the whip on my back is unexpected. I had given them a name.

“Dead!” Osorin growled. “Do not try to fool us. We want names. Real names. Now!”

“No! No! He’s alive, he’s alive. He went into hiding at Dumbledore’s insistence, but he’s back no, really. Please!” I beg.

“Who’s in charge?” The whip is brought down on my back once more.

“Dearborn, I swear. He’s in charge.” Drool begins to fall from my mouth and mixes with the tears that are continuously falling from my eyes to drop off my chin and onto the floor.

The whip is brought down again and I throw my head back and scream.

“Who’s his second?” They must believe me.

“Emm-” I swallow, my throat feels raw. “Emmaline Vance.”

Once again, I can see Siris looking at me out of the corner of my eyes.

There are hushed words behind me, I gave them a new name. They were sure to believe me about Dearborn now.

A young witch comes forward to untie my hand and, when she does, my entire body slumps. I would’ve landed in the dirt if she had not begun to levitate me.

My head flops around as she walks back to the room where I am kept, and I can see the stars in the night sky above me.

I am shackled and back in the chair before I even know it, I come to realise that maybe the night sky was just my closed eyes. Either way, my head flops forwards and exhaustion takes over and I pass out.

Once again, we are pulled from the memory as it fades to black.

“Maybe that’s enough for one day.” Arthur says. Everyone seems to be in shock.

“There’s really only one more important one. Aside from the ones that you’ve been shown, it was all just me starving, working or feeding them lies as they cut me up. But, this one, is how I got out.” Kingsley nodded, I knew him well enough to know that he would want to see this to make sure that I had not made some kind of deal to be a double agent or something.

“I can’t watch anymore.” Molly is the first one to sit down next to Ginny, but she is soon followed by Arthur, Fred, George, Ron. Fleur, Tonks and Bill.

Relief filled my body at the thought of them not watching what was about to happen and I pulled the memory from my mind and dropped it into the Pensieve before they had a chance to re-think.

The memory that myself Sirius, Remus, Moody and Kingsley are looking at takes place about 2 days after the events of the last one.

Past-me is still slumped in the chair and the young witch, who carried me back to the chair, is crouched in front of me. Her face is level with mine and she is talking in a slow, loud voice.

“You have to go right as soon as you get into the woods. They can’t use the dragons to follow you in there and they won’t burn them, they’re sacred.”

“What?” I was still in shock and it was hard to process anything that wasn’t pain.

“Focus!” She snapped as she claps her hand in front of my face. The harsh words and the loud sound do work, actually, and as I look at her, it feels like my eyes and my brain are working together for the first time in a while. “You’ll have four minutes to get out of here and into the woods before they check on you again. Remember, go through the woods.”

She unshackled my hands, but it feels like my brain is back to not working. I tell myself to move but I make no effort to actually do so and I scream in my head ‘Go! What are you doing? Get out of here!’

The young witch grabs me under my arms and forces me to stand on my shaky legs, she then wraps her whole arm under my shoulder blades and around to rest on my ribs and begins to walk, forcing me to walk with her and to freedom.

When we arrive at the door out of the room, she does a quick check, left to right, to make sure that the coast is clear. I do the same and I can see the two normal guards passed out together on the left side of the doorway, behind a bush to hide them from view.

We begin to walk again and I can see the forest that she was talking about earlier as we move towards it.

The closer we get to the forest, the more my legs, brain, eyes, everything really begin to work on their own and the less assistance I need. This allows us to move quicker, not quick enough, however as we hear a commotion behind us. That doesn’t matter to us, though, as we reach the edge of the forest and enter it.

It’s dark inside and we can barely see where we are going but neither of us dare to use ‘Lumos!’ and give them a direct route to follow us.

We can hear them enter the forest a couple of minutes after we do and we both stop and listen for a second before we carry on, making sure to go quietly. Our need to make less noise, however, means that we are going slower and this gives them the chance to catch up with us just before we reach the end of the forest and just before we can get to freedom.

We are surrounded by three of Osorin’s corporals, who immediately begin to open fire on the pair of us. The fight is over pretty quickly, with all three of the men on the floor, knocked out or incapacitated in some way. We don’t stay to celebrate though as we can hear more people coming through the forest towards the sounds of the fight, they must have split up to be able to cover more ground.

We quickly leave the forest and find ourselves on the side of the road at a bus stop. With it being late at night, though, I don’t think that we could count on one turning up for us at this time.

“Here.” The young witch says as she hands me a key. A Port Key (I can feel the energy that is coming off of it), in the shape of a key. “It’s a Port Key and it leaves in three minute. Take it and run as far as you can. Apparate as soon as you land, do not go where you don’t want them to follow. You’ll have to go on foot from there for a while, only so that they can lose track of you. Try no to use magic either, just in case.” She was talking very fast and giving me a lot of information for someone who was going to come with me. She had to be coming with me, she certainly couldn’t go back.

“Are you not coming with me?” I already knew the answer.

“No.” She sighed and looked at me. I could tell immediately what she was going to ask me to do, and she could see that I knew too. “Please.”

“No, just come with me. We have three minutes, like you said, to get as far away as possible. With the distance we can clear in three minute, it’ll be easy.”

“They have a trace on me. You’ll never be safe and neither will I! What do you think they do to traitors? They don’t exactly go easy on them! Trust me, it’s kinder if you kill me.” From behind her, I can see the lights coming from the wands of the other corporals. We don’t have long, no matter what we do. The young witch takes a step closer to me. She has made up her mind, there isn’t enough time for me to change it and be able to get away safely.

“It’s okay, do it now!” She presses.

“Thank you.” There aren’t enough words or time for me to be able to truly express what she has done for me. She saved my life.

“AVADA KEDAVRA!” The green light shoots from my hand before I have even finished the spell.

I turned away from the others as we watch her body crumple to the ground. It’s the first time that I had looked away while showing my memories. I never wanted to relive that moment.

I can feel the Port Key letting out its energy and I know it’s glowing in my hand.

A second later, I am in the middle of an empty car park for a shopping centre. I immediately apparate to the Piccadilly Circus Underground Station, knowing that even this late at night/early morning (I wasn’t really sure what time it was), it would still be packed.

My thoughts were correct as no-one even noticed me pop up out of thin air. I took the stairs out of the station, crossed the road and found the nearest bus stop. I got on the first bus I saw, with no idea of the destination. I ‘imperio’d’ the driver so that he had not seen me and that he would set off right now, no matter what his timetable said.

As the bus pulled away, I looked down at the key in my hand and wondered if I had done the right thing.

We all landed back in the lounge for the last time and, before anyone else had even registered that we were back, I went to the back door and took one of the glass jars from the recycling. I came back over to the Pensieve and, after a quick cleaning spell on the jar, scooped up the last memory. Once done, I screwed the lid on as tight as I could.

“You can have the rest.” I say, looking at Kingsley. Alastor pulls four new vials from his cloak and scoops up the remaining memories.

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Scarred - Chapter 3

I had to split this chapter and the next up because it was just going to be way too long, but at least that means that I’ll have chapter 4 up for you guys soon

Megan works for the Order, she has been on a mission for them for over a year. A mission that was only supposed to last two weeks. Heritage means that she is on thin ice with the rest of the Order, mix that with some heartbreak by the dragon-loving Weasley boy and a certain Black family member with a vendetta and you have the following story.

The lounge was full, even without me in it. Remus, Tonks, Sirius, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Alastor Moody, Molly, Arthur, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny and Hermione were all sat and stood around. All conversation stopped when I walked in and the rest of the Weasley children saw me for the first time since I had arrived back home.

“Megan, sit down.” Alastor was the one to break the silence in his usual abrupt manner. I had spent quite a bit of time with Mad-Eye previously so I didn’t take offense and, instead, did as he asked, sitting on the edge of the coffee table in the middle of the room. Once I was seated, Kingsley took out a small box from his pocket and with a quiet ‘Engorgio!’, it turned into a full-sized cabinet. I recognised it almost immediately as the Pensieve cabinet from Dumbledore’s office.

“What do you want to see?” There was no point in pretending that I didn’t know what was going on.

“As much as you can remember.” Kingsley was always softer when he spoke than Mad-Eye, but he was always just as abrupt.

“Without keeping us here all day and night.” Always straight to the point with Alastor.

“Erm… suppose we should start with when I arrived…?” No-one objected so I assumed that they were all fine with that idea. I pulled the memory from my head with my pointer finger and let it spin in the Pensieve for a couple of seconds before I pushed my head through the surface. I could feel the others all popping in around me as I watched past-me walk through the woods at the side of the encampment.

APPROXIMATELY A YEAR AGO

I was welcomed into the camp at first. I had dinner with the leader every night and I was shown to nice, clean and moderately sized sleeping quarters. I was brought supper every night and when I needed something, I only had to ask someone and it would be in my room a short time after.

It was at one of the dinners with the leader, Osorin, that it all went to pot actually. They had been quizzing me on what was happening over in England and I was answering all of their questions, only what was public knowledge, obviously. Things like what new restrictions are the Ministry enforcing in light of the new unveiling of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? And what is the muggle Prime Minister doing to help?

I had been careful not to ask too many questions until this point but one that I just couldn’t seem to get off my mind was ‘where are the Death Eaters?’. Dumbledore had sent me on this mission with the knowledge that Voldemort was sending his Death Eaters with the same purpose, meaning that I would have to compete to win the community over to the right side. However, I had not seen nor heard mention of a single Death Eater for the few days that I had been here, and that didn’t sit right with me.

I decided that I was going to bring it up in casual conversation, in the hopes that they would tell me and not think too much of it. So when he asked who does Voldemort have the support of?’, I thought that I had found the perfect segue.

“He obviously has his own followers, other than that, it is mainly traditional pure-blood families that he has the support of. Then again, most of those are his followers so…” I chuckled and then tacked on, “Speaking of his followers, I would’ve thought that they would be trying to recruit a strong clan like yourselves, no?”

“You mean like is your purpose here?” The body language of Osorin changed, it became more guarded and that put me on my guard, but in an attempt to avoid any altercations, I laughed slightly again.

“I just hadn’t seen them or heard them mentioned, that was all. Have they not been here?”

“We get many visitors.” Osorin’s tone told me that there would be no further questions and no room for argument. My first thought was that they had already chosen the other side and I was mearly being played with, for entertainment or information, I didn’t know.

Watching from the sidelines, I could already see them slipping into place the minute that I started asking questions and all I wanted to scream at past-me was ‘SHUT UP!’.

I needed to get out of here. Something was going on and I had been naive the past few days and allowed myself to be lulled into security and safety. I was wrong.

What excuse could I use?

I cleared my throat, “Well, this is a subject that I have been avoiding since I arrived here.” I paused and looked up at Osorin, who was leaning forward with interest. “My departure.” He sighed in disappointment and leaned back in his chair and waved his hand in the air, as though to dismiss me.

“We will come to the arrangements for that when it is time.” His tone was clipped, clearly annoyed with my previous questioning and now my need to leave so suddenly.

“Well, actually, I bring it up for a specific reason. We are expecting a baby back home.” I paused and let the sentence hang in the air for a moment, hoping against hope that this might sway him.

“We?” Really, that is the only part of the sentence that he is going to acknowledge.

“Yeah, my family. We’re all really excited.” I waited to see if he would say anything else. “It’ll be my first niece or nephew?” I added when he didn’t say anything else.

I was beginning to panic slightly now. It didn’t look like he had any intention of letting me go and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to fight my way out of here, there were too many of them.

I do something stupid.

I stand from the table without Osorin’s permission and then I do something even more stupid, I open my mouth, “You can’t force me to stay here, I am not your prisoner.” And just like that there are four spells from four different wizards flying at me. I put up a shield and shoot some back at them all while Osorin just sits there and sips his wine, as though nothing is going on around him.

It doesn’t take long for me to realise that I’m trapped, once I do though, I go into a completely different mode, one that I didn’t even know I had. My mind is clear, only spells entering for a split second before they are shot at one or more of the wizards that surround me. This goes on for a while and pretty soon, there is only me and one other wizard left, the others having been restrained in some way or knocked out.

While my confidence and adrenaline are heightened, I do the most stupid thing that I have done all night.

I shot a spell at Osorin. I couldn’t even say what spell it was, only that I did it and before anyone could even retaliate, he had pulled a bullwhip from his pocket. A giant on-fire bullwhip that, with one crack, wrapped itself around my right wrist, rendering it useless.

I let out a scream and continued to use my left hand to deflect and send spells at the remaining wizard in front of me. That was until, with one pull from Osorin, I was on the ground, face first in the mud.

I wasn’t out of the fight yet as I continued using my left hand to shoot spells around the room. I was determined to bring this place down, and I had less aim with my left hand.

I only stopped when I felt the cruciatus cruses hit me, one from Osorin and the other from the remaining wizard. The air immediately left my lungs and I felt myself being torn apart, cell by cell.

The memory around us faded as we watched past-me pass out from the pain.

Before I knew it, we were back in the lounge. No-one said anything after what they had just seen, not even Sirius ‘first time he’s been quiet in his life’ I thought to myself, but didn’t dare say anything out loud in case it started another argument.

I quickly pulled the next memory strand from my temple and placed it into the Pensieve.

Once again, I felt the others settle into the memory a few seconds after myself. This time, we were looking at past-me as she woke up shackled to a chair.

My vision was blurry when I came to. And I couldn’t move my arms from behind my back. I craned my head around and could see that they were in some kind of hand glove/cuff type contraction that meant that I couldn’t unclench them from the fist that they were currently in. This was bad news as the only spells that I knew I could do with no hand movements were healing spells. I tried a few on the mark on my wrist, which was dripping blood every few seconds and causing me a tremendous amount of pain. None of the spells, however, seemed to touch it. The pain didn’t let up, the mark didn’t clear in the slightest and I didn’t know what was going on. I had used those spells many times in the past and every time they had worked perfectly.

I thought back to the whip that they had used to inhabit that hand, it had been on fire. None of the spells that I knew of could help dragon fire wounds, I wasn’t even sure if there were any spells that could heal a dragon fire wound.

Once I had accepted that, I tipped my head back in the chair and listened.

I could hear grunts and groans of pain in the next room, they must be interrogating someone. Meaning that I was probably next.

I was assessing the room when they walked in, Osorin and 3 of his corporals behind him.

“What are the Order of the Phoenix planning?” Osorin spoke as he came to a stop a few feet from me.

“I don’t know, I’m not in the Order.” I lied.

“You must take me for a fool. The Order would not send a non-member on a recruitment mission.”

“This was supposed to be my induction into the Order, a nice easy recruitment mission to prove that I am loyal to the cause.” I was just making up stuff that might save my skin while I tried to come up with a plan to get out of here.

“You lie.” He took a step back and a young man with blond hair took his place. He knelt down and pulled my shoes and socks off, despite me trying to kick him away.

He unrolled a long piece of, what looked like, cloth to reveal a selection of knives, each of them on fire. So it wasn’t cloth then.

He took the knife closest to him and pressed the side of the blade on the bottom of my foot and ran it up to my toes. I immediately screamed in agony as the flames touched my skin and burnt it to a crisp. Once he was to finished with that foot, he dropped it and I felt my vision falter when it hit the floor. He then proceeded to pick up my other foot.

“No! No! Please!” I sobbed, “I can tell you what I know, I’m in Order! Please!”

“You should’ve stuck with the original story, it would’ve hurt less.” Osorin nodded at my boy at my feet and he picked up a hooked knife, also on fire. He hooked the knife around my second toe and with one swift pull, it was on the floor, detached from my foot.

I actually did pass out for a second with the pain and when my visions and mind linked back up, Osorin was asking me another question.

“...Potter survive the killing curse?” I hadn’t heard the full question, but it wasn’t hard to guess what it was.

“I don’t know, only Dumbledore knows. He won’t tell anyone else.” I pleaded.

Osorin looked at me for a couple of seconds and then looked back at one of his corporals and gave them a nod.

I began to writhe and scream in pain as I was hit with a cruciatus curse.

“Please, I don’t know! None of us know!” I was begging him. “Stop! Stop!”

As I was looking at past-me writing in the chair, I couldn’t help but think ‘could you not have come up with a lie or something? Something better than ‘I don’t know’?’. I could see Kingsley looking at me from the corner of my eye, I made no move to look back at him or to acknowledge him. I knew why he was looking at me.

My head dropped forward when the cruciatus curse was lifted and I was gasping for every breath.

“In your Ministry, when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named unmasked himself, who was there?” Osorin asked, I guess they believed that I didn’t know how Harry survived.

“Dumbledore, Harry, a couple of Death Eaters.” I took a minute, making it look like I was trying to catch breath insted of thinking up lies I might be able to get away with in the current situation. I wasn’t sure exactly how much they knew about the whole situation as a lot of it hadn’t been released to the public.

“You were there, weren’t you?” He pushed on when he thought that I had taken too long.

“Yeah, yeah, I was there.” I panted.

“And a certain member of the House of Black?”

“Yeah, yeah, Sirius was there.”

Once again, Sirius whipped his head around to face me as we watched past-me being interrogated. And, to be fair to him, it does look like I’m selling him out at the minute.

“Is that everyone?” Osorin questioned.

“Aside from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and Bellatrix Lestrange, yeah, that’s everyone.”

“And what happened there?” They didn’t seem surprised by the names that I was mentioning and they weren’t insisting that I add anymore, so I wasn’t going to offer any up to them.

“I don’t know how Harry and Sirius came to be at the Ministry, I swear. I was at the school when Dumbledore was leaving to go and get them and I followed.”There was so much more to the story, I wasn’t sure how to make it all piece together what with me omitting so many key events. But, they seemed to be buying it, the tears on my face probably made it look like I was reluctant to be selling them out, when really the pain in my feet was blinding.

“And what happened?” He stressed again, taking a step forward and touching his belt, where I knew the dragon fire bullwhip resided. I flinched back in my chair, trying to put as much distance between us as possible.

“When I got there Sirius was fighting the two Death Eaters and Harry was with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and Bellatrix. Dumbledore left me with Sirius and followed Harry. I didn’t see any of that fight.”

“Why are you lying?” He says it like it’s a throw away comment, so calm and like he’s just asking whether anyone has seen his cauldron.

“I’m not, I’m not, I swear.” I pleaded with him to believe me.

One of his corporals moved forward and I began to try to move away from him as he stopped next to my chair.

“One last time. Why are you lying?” I began to shake my head and he nodded at the man beside me and then a splitting pain shot through my temple. The room span and all I could hear was a high pitched ringing. I had been punched in the side of my head.

“You know, if you keep lying to me, it’s only going to get worse.”

“I’m not lying, I’m telling you everything I know.” He gave the man beside me another nod and I was punched again, in the jaw this time. The force from the punch knocked the chair over and it landed heavily on the floor.

It took a couple of seconds before I came back to reality and, when I did, I rested my head on the floor and let the blood and drool spill out of my mouth.

“Let’s ask this Sirius Black. Where is he?” Osorin bent down in front of me to ask this question, his hands on his knees.

“Dead.” I spat the blood away from my mouth, not at Osorin, but just on the floor a few centimetres from my face.

“Think hard, are you sure about that?” He looked at the man who punched me and the world tilted for a second as he righted the chair back on all food legs.

“Yes. He died at the Ministry.”

“How?”

“Killing curse.”

“You’re sure.”

I looked at him, bored, blood still trickling from the side of my mouth. “Yes.”

“Shame, we could’ve gotten him to corroborate your story. Guess we’ll just have to make sure you’re not lying.” He took a step back as the other three men moved forward and began to lay into me.

The memory was flickering as we watched past-me float on the edge of consciousness. The chair landed backwards and past-me’s head hit the floor after one of the men punched her straight in the face and that was when the memory went black and we were all spat out in the lounge once again.

I remembered fixing the broken nose that the punch caused when I woke up and rubbed my nose.

“Any questions?” I asked, I had had a few looks from some of them while we were in the memory and I had to make sure that there was nothing that had gone unanswered.

Once again, and to my surprise, Sirius stayed silent.

Kingsley also stayed silent but did not take his eyes off of me. I turned to face him and raised my eyebrows in question.

“You knew though?” I know exactly what he was referring to. I was one of the only people that Dumbledore trusted with his theory as to why Harry survived the killing curse. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t that he trusted me so much that he wanted to tell me, no, he needed someone who knew wand lore, and no-one knew as much as Ollivander. Only problem was, he didn’t trust Ollivander not to spill if it came to it and I, who was working under Ollivander at the time, was the next best port of call. Only a few people knew and even fewer people knew who knew. I knew but I had no idea who else knew, so I didn’t speak about it with anyone. Kingsley must be one of the ones who know everything.

“Why did you tell them Sirius was dead?” Ron piped up, the first time any of the Weasley children had spoken to me since I had come down the stairs.

“The Death Eaters think he is, it was a shot in the dark kind of. I hoped that they had told them that he was dead and from the lack of reaction, they had and I was there to corroborate the story. The less they know about us and what we’re doing and our members, the better.” He nodded as I answered the question.

I did hear Sirius scoff when I gave the answer, but I wasn’t sure if it was because I was putting myself as part of the Order when he didn’t trust me and when I was clearly going through all of this so that the others could decide whether to trust me, or if it was because I had told them he was dead.

“Calm down, Sirius, if I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t have saved your life after the Ministry.” He shut up at that and I knew that I had guessed right, it was because I had told someone that he was dead. Drama queen.

“Now, if we’re ready.” I paused and looked around the room, “This next one is about seven months later, they were looking for Harry, but couldn’t find him.”

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Scarred - Chapter 2

Megan works for the Order, she has been on a mission for them for over a year. A mission that was only supposed to last two weeks. Heritage means that she is on thin ice with the rest of the Order, mix that with some heartbreak by the dragon-loving Weasley boy and a certain Black family member with a vendetta and you have the following story.

When I woke up in Charlie’s bed, my own being the one that Hermione’s currently using, with Bill snoring on the other side of the room, it felt like things were almost back to normal, bar the incredible pain that I was in from the burns and the glaringly obvious absence of one Charlie Weasley.

I was so caught up in my thoughts of missing Charlie, that I didn’t notice that Bill had stopped snoring or that he was currently staring at me from his bed.

“You know, you’re gonna have to go downstairs and face them all eventually, right?”

I sighed, “I don’t look the same, what if I scare them?” My main worry was the burns on my face. If it came to it, I could just put up with the pain in the rest of my body and pretend that those burns weren’t there, I couldn’t, however, wear a mask around my family forever. They would know that something was up. If I was going to stay with them and be around them everyday, it was better to get the unveiling done as soon as possible. But that thought did nothing to assuage my fears, in fact it probably made them worse.

“They love you, they don’t care, they’ll just be happy that you’re alive and that you’re back home. Where you belong.” I knew that what he was saying was right. These people were my family, blood or not and they all loved unconditionally. But there was the nagging in the back of my head, that, what if though…… What if they don’t?

Bill must’ve known by my silence that I was getting drowned by my own thoughts because he left his own bed and climbed into mine. He lay on his side facing me, with one arm propping his head up while the other brushed the hair away from my face.

“Do you want me to plait your hair before you go down?” When I lived with my parents, the last thing on their agenda was teaching me to plait my own hair, they had the elves to do it, and then when I lived with my nana, she had arthritis and couldn’t do it. I never really cared or was interested, as long as my hair was out of my face, usually in a ponytail, I was happy. When I moved into the Burrow, Mrs.Weasley would always plait my hair and she taught me how to do it on myself and on other people and it became a source of comfort whenever one of us (mainly me, Ginny or Molly but occasionally the others joined in too) were upset or worried or anything like that.

“No, it’ll just draw attention to… this.” I gestured towards the new marks that covered my face.

“You know they won’t care about that. Come on, get up.” Bill was pushing on my shoulder to get me to move and sit on the floor.

Once I was seated with a pillow underneath me on the floor, Bill put a leg either side of my shoulders and moved forward so that he was sat right behind me.

Gently, he brushed through my hair before parting it off into different sections. Neither of us spoke while he did this, I just closed my eyes and allowed my soul to be soothed by the familiar feeling of family.

Fleur walked in when Bill was about halfway down.

“Hey, we’ll be down in a bit, just want to finish this.” Bill spoke softly and you could hear the love that he held for her in his voice, it reminded me of how Charlie used to talk to me in the soft moments.

“Don’t worry about it.” Fleur’s accent was strong, but it was obvious that she had been working on making herself easier to be understood since the last time that I had spoken to her at the Tri Wizard. “You ‘ave a package.” She held the brown parcel out to me and, after I took it, came to sit next to Bill on the bed behind me.

“Did your shoes come today?” Bill asked her while he was tying off the plait. With one of the many hair ties that littered Charlie’s drawers.

“No, but they’ll be ‘ere in time for ze wedding so I am not worried.” Bill hummed as she spoke and brushed out the last section of hair for his final plait.

“Wedding? Who’s getting married?”

“We are. Didn’t anyone tell you?” Bill asked.

“She was not ‘ere. There is no way she could know.” Fleur answered before I could.

“Billy boy! You’re getting married?! When?” I tried to turn my head around to look at them both as I questioned them about their upcoming nuptials, but I was stopped by a firm hand in my hair and another on the side of my head, making sure that I faced forward while the final plait was completed

“Stay still! You actually haven’t changed, you still move around too much when I’m doing your hair.” Bill ordered in a sharp voice and I mocked what he said while Fleur giggled slightly at us.

“Congratulations anyway guys! I’d hug you but the hair dictator,” a sharp tug of the strands of hair that he was holding was returned with an elbow to the shin which probably hurt me more than it hurt him, not that I’d let him see that, “won’t let me. What do you guys want for a wedding gift? Do you have a list thing going on or what?”

“Nothing, having the ‘ole of Bill’s family ‘ere is enough.” Fleur put her hand on my shoulder and rubbed slightly as she spoke. I winced as she rubbed one of the burns that was there. “Sorry.” She took her hand away as soon as I had done so.

“It’s no problem, don’t worry about it.”

“What did you get anyway?” She asked, referring to the box in my hands.

I looked down at it, “I have no idea.”

“You’re lucky that I’m done now because you cannot stay still.” Bill said as he was tying off the final plait.

I chose not to respond to him as I tore open the brown paper covering whatever was in the parcel to unveil a very large, unboxed pot. It’s label stated that it was called ‘Dragopren’ and when I unscrewed the lid, it looked like some sort of cream and it smelled funky.

There were no instructions to go with it but a small piece of paper was attached to the bottom of the pot with a hand-written note that read,

‘ apply liberally twice a day until hard, grey skin covers the burns

C x ’

Bill placed his chin on top of my freshly braided hair. “Thank God Charlie only sleeps naked if you’re in his bed because he nearly jumped a mile when I appeared in his fire last night and that is not something I want to see.”

“I’m confused, how, when did you speak to him?”

“Oh, Sirius taught me this thing where you can talk to some through the floo by only putting your head in the fire. The order has been using it for a while. He….” Bill sighed, “He also said that the cream wouldn’t heal the burns, only prevent infection and reduce the itchy feeling. They’ll heal in their own time and they will also leave some pretty nasty scars. I’m sorry” His voice grew quieter as he spoke and I could tell that it was hard for him not to be able to fix all of my problems like he thought a big brother should.

“Not your fault. You didn’t do it.” I tried to do my best to comfort him, I had already accepted that that would be the case anyway so he hadn’t really destroyed any of my feelings. “It smells nasty though.” I tried to shift the subject because it was hard to process all of that and I could see that he wasn’t happy with what he hadn’t been able to do.

“Let me smell.” I held the pot above my head for Bill to get his nose near.

“Merlin, that is bad.” He was coughing as he talked. “You’re gonna be properly stinky from now on. I'll have to warn the others that you may knock them out with smell alone.” He was laughing and even though his heart wasn’t in it, I appreciated the effort.

I scooped out a small glob using my middle and fore fingers, and gently applied it to the mark that ran from my left eyebrow and wrapped itself around my face diagonally and ended at the bottom-right side of my neck. It was only by luck that it had missed my eye and that I wasn’t blind in, at least, one of them.

As soon as the cream touched my face, I sighed in relief. The warm and itchy sensation went away and was soothed by the smelly substance.

“It feels good though, I can tell it’s going to help loads. Can you help me do my back?” I turned my head to ask Fleur. “There’s a couple on my stomach but I think that I can do those, so it’s just my back that I will need help with until I can figure out how to reach them on my own.”

“Do not vorry about it.” Fleur took the pot of cream from my hands. “Stand up and let us ‘ave a look.” I did as she asked, I stood and lifted the back of my shirt up. I heard both of them suck in a breath at the expanse of my back.

“There is barely any untouched skin back here, Pumpkin.” I don’t know what it was that set me off, possibly the feeling of someone looking at my back, maybe it was the fact that they were looking and were so obviously disgusted with what they saw, or maybe it was the sound of the familiar nickname. Either way, I was crying before I knew it. Giant, ugly sobs that pulled at the raw skin of my back.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Bill wished me as he held my head with his hands on either side of my face and pushed his forehead against mine. I appreciated the comfort and pushed back against his forehead and placed my own hands on his fore arms and squeezed.

“I know, it just didn’t really sink in how good it is to be home.” My voice was thick as I spoke, my sobs quieting down.

“Are you ready?” Fleur asked from behind me.

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks.”

“It is not a problem.” Her voice was quiet when she spoke and then I felt the first touch of the cream on the middle of my back and let out a sigh and arched into it slightly.

We were all silent for a few minutes, me and Bill still leaning on one another while Fleur was applying the cream to my back.

“There are some that I cannot reach at the top ov your back. You will see to take your shirt off.” I let go of Bill and he stepped away from me slightly as I pulled my shirt off. I dropped it to the floor and used my hand to cover my breasts.

“You have lost so much weight.” Bill’s voice was shocked at my appearance.

“I know.” I looked down.

“No, like a lot. Like too much. It’s…I….I can see your ribs.”

I tipped my head back as the tears started to fall from my eyes once again. “I know.”

“No, no. Don’t cry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I was just shocked. I mean, we could all tell that you had lost weight, it was just a shock for me to see exactly how much though. You’re still one of the most beautiful people I know.” Bill’s arms were suddenly around me, careful not to touch my back.

I couldn’t answer him, I didn’t have the words to express what I was feeling in that moment.

“I ‘ave finished.” Fleur’s voice sounded out. I sniffed and pulled away from Bill. I wiped my eyes and took the pot of cream from Fleur. The mirror was on the other side of the room and once I was in front of it, I dropped my hand from my chest and sucked in a deep breath once I saw that Bill was right, my ribs were clearly visible without breathing, in without bending a certain way. I could count them by sight instead of having to press down on them to feel them. Once I had grown accustomed to that, I did something that I probably shouldn’t have. I tugged down my pants slightly, only to be greeted with the sight of my hip bones.

That proved too much for Bill, who let out an angry puff of breath and turned his head away to the opposite wall.

I applied the cream as quickly as I could to the front of my body and then went to the drawer and pulled out one of the shirts that Charlie had not taken with him and tucked it loosely into my pajama pants.

“Guess Pumpkin doesn’t really fit anymore, hey?”I tried to bring the mood up in the room, but I knew it wouldn’t work. It was too hard for Bill to see me like that when I had always been, I wouldn’t say massive but definitely, overweight my entire life.

I didn’t receive a response from either of the other two people in the room.

There was, however, a knock at the door followed by Remus’ voice.

“Megan?”

“Come in.”

He only opened the door slightly and popped his head into the gap. “The Order is downstairs.”

He didn’t say it but I knew what that meant, I was going to have to go downstairs and tell everyone what happened.

“Okay, I’ll be down in a minute.” With the obvious tension in the room, he just nodded and closed the door behind him. “I guess I better go down.”

Fleur smiled at me slightly while Bill remained motionless, I suspect so that he didn’t have to cry in front of me, but with one last look at his blank face, I left the room and walked straight into the lions’ den.

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Scarred - Chapter 1

Hi guys, this is the first chapter of my new Charlie Weasley fic. It will be updated every 3 days and there are more exciting development for the old fics and some new ones that are happening on my page!! Let me know if anyone wants to be tagged in anything

Megan works for the Order, she has been on a mission for them for over a year. A mission that was only supposed to last two weeks. Heritage means that she is on thin ice with the rest of the Order, mix that with some heartbreak by the dragon-loving Weasley boy and a certain Black family member with a vendetta and you have the following story.

The bus to Ottery St.Catchpole was packed with so many people that they were standing in the aisles. Still, I was given a wide berth.

About 13 months ago, Dumbledore sent me to recruit some reclusive magical community following the rise of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Dumbledore asked me specifically because these warlocks did not use wands, they thought wands hindered true ability and, since I am quite proficient at wandless, silent magic, I was the obvious choice.

It should have been easy, especially since He had just unmasked himself in the Ministry.

I had spent a year with the warlocks. Well, it was more like I spent a year imprisoned by the warlocks. They didn't like that people were trying to drag them into a battle that had nothing to do with them, however, being imprisoned by them did allow me to learn a few things.

1. They weren't interested in joining Voldemort. There were a number of His followers that were imprisoned with me, none of them lasted very long once the warlocks realised that they were low pay and didn't really know much about what was actually going on.

2. Even though they didn't want to join the fight, they were still interested in what was happening and why it had all happened. This was why I was still here. Those that came were useful to find out what was happening at the moment, I could tell them everything else. Of course, I didn't. I had no idea whose side they would choose should the fight come to them, which is why I was very careful with what I told them. I mainly fed them lies.

3. Not very many people are crueller than these people. To get them to believe the lies, I had to pretend I didn't want to give them up. This led to… persuasion tactics on their part. Basically, because they are so remote, the Ministry doesn't try to control them, meaning they have no limits on magic, they have no restrictions on magical creatures and there are no laws on what can and can't be done to prisoners.

I stood as my stop came up, pressing the bell to let the bus driver know to stop and making my way to the front of the bus.

A quick “Thanks" mumbled towards the bus driver and I was out and facing the trees, behind which lay The Burrow.

With a hiss of pain, I set off up the steep hill.

What would normally be a 5 minute hike, took me 20 minutes, but when I reached the top and I could see the Burrow, the pain was worth it. Lights shone from the windows scattered around the front of the house. Most importantly, the kitchen light was casting shadows across the garden. Someone was awake.

I started to limp as fast as I could towards the gate, containing the safety, comfort and warmth that I had grown accustomed to since 2nd Year.

Past the broom shed, past the tree that Charlie fell from to break his arm, past the wellie boots by the back step and then I was pushing open the kitchen door.

Faces turned towards me, too many to count when all I could think about was the pain I was in. A beat later I was surrounded, voice shouting over voices until “THAT’S ENOUGH!” That was Molly. Everyone stopped and took a step back as she pushed her way through. She looked shocked but she wasn't looking at me.

“Sirius…” I turned and was met with a wand at my throat. “Is that really necessary?”

“I'm afraid it is, Molly.” Even though he was talking to Molly, he hadn't looked away from me.

“The pureblood party.”

“I was a child!” I interrupted.

“The pureblood party.” He said more forcefully. “Who did we laugh at in my room?”

“Will it matter? You've never trusted me before, will that change if I get the answer right?”

“Are you refusing to answer the question?” He stepped closer and I could see him grip his wand tighter. He was deadly calm.

“Phineas. We were making fun of Phineas, when my mum found us. Does that change how you feel?” He stayed silent, and lowered his wand a couple of seconds too late. I guess that answered my question.

“Come on, dear. Let's get you cleaned up.” Molly started to gently push me towards the stairs. Neither me nor Sirius had looked away from each other yet, but at the push from Molly, I turned my head.

***

Molly didn’t really say much to me while she drew a bath. Everytime she glanced my way, she had tears in her eyes but before she left the bathroom, she did pull me into a hug. A proper mum hug as we both squeezed each other as tight as we could.

“I’m glad you’re back and I’m glad you’re okay. We’ve all been so worried.” As suspected, her voice was thick as she spoke.

I could tell that she desperately wanted to know what had happened, but she knew that she should wait until I told everyone downstairs. I mean, it was either that or she didn't trust me completely after everything that Sirius had no doubt been planting in her head for the past year. As soon as I had that thought I wanted to take it back. That was a path that I did not want to go down.

After I was cleaned up, I put on some of my old pyjamas (which were way too big now after having to save and ration the scraps that I was given to eat over the past year) and made my way downstairs. The voice of those in the kitchen travelled up the stairs, although there must have been an argument going on because they all mashed together and overlapped one another. I stopped a little from the bottom and tried to make sense of it all, though to be honest all I could clearly make out was Molly’s insistent ‘No! No! I won't believe that nonsense!’ After a couple more minutes of listening, which only served to make me more confused, I decided that it was time to go into the kitchen.

“She woul-!” Molly’s loud voice sounded over all the others, but stopped as soon as I was in the light. Just like all the others. So it was me they were talking about. Great. I mean, at least Molly had stuck up for me. Or that's what it sounded like.

I realised that I had hovered for a little too long in the doorway, making the whole atmosphere even more awkward and no doubt let everyone know that I knew what - or better yet who - they were talking about.

“I made stew for dinner. There's some left. Sit down now.” Molly bustled into action.

I sat awkwardly at the empty spot that she had left at the table. I looked up to see who was there. Alastair was sitting next to me, staring at me in earnest with both eyes. Next to him was Bill and next to him, Fleur, who I had only met once, briefly. They had their hands linked on the table, Fleur’s eyes never strayed from the family clock on the wall and Bill was looking over near the door.

The seat directly opposite me was empty.

Next to that was Remus, he was looking at Nymphadora Tonks, who was sitting next to him and she was looking directly over Bill’s head, out the kitchen window.

Next to me on the left was Sirius, he was staring at me with disgust, his usual face whenever he looked at me. I briefly thought about asking him what his problem was, but he had made it clear what his problem was many times. Me.

Molly put a big bowl of stew in front of me and a small plate of buttered bread beside me and I am not ashamed to say that I immediately tucked in. I don’t think that I have eaten so much in such a short amount of time.

I didn’t look up from my food even as Remus started to speak to me.

“So, Megan.” He cleared his throat and I hummed around a mouthful of food to show that I was listening. “Where have you been?” I found this strange as they were all aware of the mission that Dumbledore had given me, they all knew where I had been. Remus must’ve known what I was thinking as he followed up with, “The mission was supposed to be two tweeks at most, no-one has heard from you for over a year.”

“Went to Tralee. They don’t want to join our side, but they don’t want to join the death eaters either, so that’s something I guess.” I said around a mouthful of food. “Been there ever since.”

“Why?” It was Sirius who asked me this, in his usul abrupt tone that he undertook anytime he spoke to me.

‘“What do you mean ‘why’?” I swallowed my food and took on the usual defensive tone that I undertook whenever I spoke to him. “Have you seen the state of me? It wasn't exactly for fun. I didn’t have a choice.”

A hand on the arm from Remus stopped Sirius from replying and I took another bite of my bread.

“Dumbledore’s dead.” I stopped chewing and looked away from Sirius and down at my bowl as Alastair spoke.

“I know.” I said quietly.

“How did you get out?” Remus asked gently.

I swallowed my bread thickly as my stomach turned. I pushed my near-empty bowl away from me. “One of the women who brought me my food helped me escape.” I never even knew her name and she died for me.

“What happened?” Sirius, as gentle as ever.

I knew that this had been coming, and I was dreading it. I moved my shaking hands from my lap and placed them palm side down on the table. “I don’t really want to talk about it.” I put my head up and met his eyes and as soon as what I had said sunk in, I saw his eyes harden.

He opened his mouth to respond but Molly interrupted.

“That’s enough Sirius.” She used her ‘mum’ voice, the one that strongly implied that no-one should argue. And he didn’t, but he wasn’t happy about it. He let out a scoff and turned his head away from me.

That was the last of the conversation until Sirius declared that he was going to bed, and strode off and up the stairs before another word was spoken. Alastair announced that he was off home shortly after and Remus and Tonks that same. That left Bill, Fleur, Molly and myself. Fleur seemed to sense that it was time for her to go to bed and she left with a kiss to Bill’s head.

Molly waited a few minutes to make sure that no-one was on the stairs before she got up from the chair and rushed over to me. Immediately, I was pulled into a hug and we both clung to each other for a minute before another pair of arms joined and we were squeezed even tighter.

I was the first to begin crying. After being away from my family for so long, and after everything that I had been through, it was a bit overwhelming.

Bill started to cry next, his face was pressed into my hair and I could feel the tears he let out.

When she realised that we were both crying, Molly began to gently steer us into the living room. We all sat on the big sofa, Molly on my left with her arm around my shoulders as she pulled my head to rest in the crook of her neck, and Bill on my right, holding my hand and rubbing the back of it with one hand while he wiped his cheeks with the other.

I wrapped my free hand around Molly’s waist and squeezed to bring us closer together.

“They had dragons,” sobs from me “and they used them to,” more hiccuping and sobbing, “to… to…” I couldn’t get my words out and Molly was quick to turn her body to me and wrapped both arms around me. She began to rub my back in an attempt to soothe me.

“It’s okay dear, it’s okay.”

We stayed like that for a while, all mashed together.

“Where are the others?” I asked.

“They’re all in bed.” Bill’s voice was still thick with tears. “We thought about waking them while you were in the bath, but with the state that you were in,” He stopped and I squeezed his hand, “we didn’t want to scare them.”

“Okay.” We were silent for a moment longer and I wanted to tell them what had happened to me in the year that I had been away, but I didn’t know where to start.

I took a deep breath.

“When I got to Tralee, there were already two of His followers there.” I took a steadying breath and sat up so that I was no longer leaning on Molly, her arm was still around my shoulders though, so I was grateful for that.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to tell us.” Bill spoke gently as he continued to rub the back of my hand with his thumb.

“No, I want to.” And I began to tell them what had happened.

It took a long time and we took a few breaks as they told me all about what had happened while I was gone. Sometime during the night, Molly made tea and hot chocolate for us all.

It was only when Arthur came home, that we noticed the time, about 7 in the morning. As soon as he saw me, he stopped, dropped the suitcase he was carrying and opened his arms. I rushed forward and was welcomed into another signature Weasley hug as Molly and Bill both joined again.

“You guys look exhausted, why don’t you all go to bed, I’ll wake everyone up and we’ll go into the garden for a bit and give you some peace and quiet.” Tiredness seeped into me with every word of the sentence. Tea, hot chocolate and stories had kept me so awake that, now we had stopped, I could have fallen asleep where I stood.

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PJO - Finding Out (Part 1)

Finding out about your true heritage.

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You were walking home from college and it was raining, the perfect descriptor for your mood today with the rain lashing down, you couldn't look up unless it would go into your eyes and momentarily blind you; perhaps that was why you noticed the 10 metre long dry patch in the path. There was nothing covering it, yet it was bone dry. You had stopped to stare at it and were hesitating to put your foot on the mysterious dry path.

The streets of (Y/C) were empty as they often were as of late. Strange things started to happen about 3 weeks ago - strangers staring at you a second too long, the constant feeling of being followed, and now strange unprotected dry patches of tarmac.

You hadn't realised but, when you were lost in your thoughts, your feet were taking you through the dry patch.

Now in the middle, the ground around you began to shake and loose stones started to fly away from the floor.

It would've been easy to put it down to an earthquake, however, nothing around you was shaking and you couldn't hear the pitter patter of rain on your umbrella anymore.

This was not an earthquake.

Cracks started to appear around the lump that was slowly becoming more prominent in the path. Frozen, you watched as a... a... thing stood there. It's eyes closed, facing you.

Suddenly, it's eyes opened and it's mouth was soon to follow.

"Child of Posiden!" It roared. You ran. "Do not think you can escape me! You will be apprehended!" Thank God for cross country, but nothing could've prepared you for the meaty palm grasping the top of your head. Fingers wound into your hair and it pulled you up to its face. The stench was unbearable, but the feeling of your hair being ripped out by the roots was so much worse.

There was nothing that you could use to defend yourself. Nothing, except your umbrella that was still in your hand. That had a point. It had an eye. Squelching and excruciating screams were all that could be heard for miles probably. It was certainly all that you could hear.

You ran, now broken, umbrella in hand

Running.

Running.

Running.

For three days you didn't stop, not until you collapsed from exhaustion in a roadside forest.

When you woke, you were not alone. There was another thing tending to a fire. This thing was not nearly as big as the first one and he had slight horns protruding from the mess of curls on his head. You grabbed your umbrella and started to sneak towards him.

"I know you're there." It spoke. It's voice was soft and when he turned around, so was it's face. "I'm Grover and I heard your call." Wait. What?

"What call?" You exclaimed.

"I'm a satyr and the nature spirits around here told me you were in trouble." He gestured behind him and you could see, maybe, ten girls stood at the edge of the clearing.

"Well, thanks but I'm fine on my own." Lies. In truth, this was too much to take in. Posiden. Nature spirits. Monsters. Satyrs. What was going on?

"Are you sure? Because I already called some friends to come and pick you up." His voice was non - threatening and he spoke slowly and clearly, probably trying not to anger the dirty, tired person for fear they'd do something irrational.

You didn't blame him.

"I made stew." Your stomach grumbled. Traitor. "Eat." He invited.

***

You ended up staying with Grover for three days before his 'friends' showed up. You told him all about the cyclops (as you now know it to be) attack and he told you all about his adventures at Camp Half Blood. He explained all about the gods and what was happening to you and why.

It was a boy and a girl who showed up and they greeted Grover with hugs and you with hand shakes. Your story was told to them and the boy - Percy - asked, "did he mention any gods?"

You nodded, "Posiden. He said, 'Child of Posiden." The air thickened. Had you said something wrong.