Going to the Weasleys
So this is the second book! Hope you like it. I just want to thank anyone who followed, put it as your favorite and wrote reviews for the previous book. I really appreciate it :)
As I said in the end of the previous book it would be in Harry's POV and Arabella's POV. You'll know when its which. I've never written anything in POV before. Hope it's right *fingers crossed*
disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I own Arabella.
Going to the Weasley's
'So… how mad is Andy?' asked Arabella as she and Remus were standing outside of their house.
'On a scale of 1 to 10, she's a 12,' said Remus, walking towards the door with Arabella behind him.
They walked into the living room to find Andromeda, Ted and NymphadoraTonks waiting for them. Ted and Nymphadora were sitting down while Andromeda was pacing next to the window. She stopped when Remus and Arabella entered the room.
'Have a seat,' said Andy to Arabella, pointing at the chair that was in front of all of them.
'So… how is everyone?' asked Arabella, trying to defuse the tension.
'Well, training has been – ' started Tonks.
'Arabella Kassandra Black! How could you! Putting yourself in danger like that! You could have died! What were you thinking?!' exclaimed Andy out of nowhere.
'Well… um… you see… the thing is…' said Arabella, trying to find the words to say that would get Andy to calm down.
Andy continued to look furious. Ted and Tonks were sitting on the couch, trying not to laugh at Arabella's face. Remus was standing at the doorway with a frown.
'I can't tell you everything, but,' she said when Andy was about to say something, 'it was for a good reason and it was to protect something that was about to go to the wrong hands.'
'But you could have –'
'I'm fine, everyone is fine. I'm not hurt and nobody tried to kill me,' she lied.
'Ted! Say something!'
Ted was caught off guard by this.
'Well,' he said with a cough, 'seeing as Arabella is ok and did it for a good reason, I think we should let this go.'
'But she's –'
'She's fine Andy,' said Ted, getting up and giving her a reassuring hug.
'Fine, but never, ever do it again. You almost gave me a heart attack,' said Andy as she went to Arabella and gave her a big hug. Soon, Ted and Tonks gave her hugs too.
'So, let's eat. Andy made you your favorite Arabella, Lamb Chops,' said Ted, walking towards the kitchen.
Soon, they sat down at the table and were eating while making some conversation.
'So, how's training Nymphadora?' asked Arabella.
'Don't call me Nymphadora,' said Tonks while her hair changed from a bubbly pink to a dark red colour.
'Fine, how's training Tonks?' smirked Arabella.
'It's ok. I'm training was Alastor Moody. He's working be to the bone, but it's nothing I can't handle,' said Tonks, shrugging.
Soon dinner was over and the Tonks went home. Arabella sat on the couch near the fireplace and was looking at Remus.
'Come on, spill. You were quite the whole time during dinner. I know you want to say something,' said Arabella.
'I just wished you didn't have to go through all of that. I care about you Ara. I don't want to see you hurt,' said Remus as he took a seat next to her.
'But I'm fine. Really, I am,' said Arabella, giving him a side hug.
'I know, it's just what I feel. That's all. What happened down there? Albus said that Quirrell was going to steal the Stone and that you and Harry was trying to save it.'
Arabella sighed, 'Promise you won't tell anyone? Especially Andy?' Remus nodded.
Arabella told him everything: The Devil's Snare, the flying keys, Ron sacrificing himself, Hermione with the riddle, Harry and herself facing Voldemort, but she left out the part where she got tortured.
'You faced Voldemort?!' exclaimed Remus.
'Yeah, he was on the back of Quirrell's head. Nobody knew, not even Dumbledore.'
Remus was at a loss for words.
'Can we just forget about this? Please? I don't want to reminded about it ever again,' said Arabella.
Remus sighed, 'Fine.'
'So how was your Christmas? Sorry I had to go out of town looking for a job,' said Remus.
'It's ok. Christmas was… ok. I spent some time with Harry, Ron and his brothers,' said Arabella, looking at anything besides Remus.
Remus was looking at Arabella. He could tell when she was not telling him something.
'Arabella, what really happened at Christmas?'
'I told you what happened.'
'No matter how much you try, you still can't lie to me. Come on, spill.'
Arabella huffed. 'I got a Christmas present from someone. It didn't say who. It was a picture of me, mom and dad.'
'Where is it?'
'Here.' Arabella pulled out the picture she had in her pocket. It's has been in there since Christmas.
'It's ok. I don't want to see it. Keep it safe.'
'Do you know who sent it to me?'
'Probably your father. Some prisoners are allowed to bring in some items in there and are allowed to send some presents to people once in a while.'
'He knows that if he sent something to you before Hogwarts, I would probably send it back to him.'
Arabella nodded, understanding what Remus was telling her.
'Anything else you want to tell me? Anything about a mirror?'
Arabella was flabbergasted. 'How do you –'
'Albus told me about your midnight stroll with Harry. He didn't tell me what you saw in it though.'
'Do I have to?' groaned Arabella.
'You don't have to, but I know you will,' said Remus, giving her a knowing look.
Damn you Moony she thought.
'I saw me, you, mom and dad. We were walking under the moonlight. Mom's not dead and dad stayed with us. You were healthy and didn't have the monthly problem.'
Remus was shocked, to say the least.
'I'm touched that you care about me so much, but I want you to promise me that you won't do anything like this again. No more wondering around in the night.'
'No promises,' said Arabella with a smirk.
'Thought so,' said Remus, with a small smile. 'Anything else you want to tell me?'
'Hagrid gave me a gift at the end of the year. He gave me dad's leather jacket that he found in Filch's office. He said that it belonged to me.'
'It does. As much as I don't like that you have things that reminds you of him, it is your choice if you want to keep them.'
'I want to keep it. I don't hate him, but I would like something that's his. Something that shows he wasn't always a murdered.'
'So how are your marks?' said Remus, changing the subject from her father.
'They're ok. Better than Harry and Ron's, which reminds me. Ron was us to stay over at his house during the summer, probably at the end. Is that ok?'
'Who else will be there?'
'Me, Harry, Hermione, Ron, his parents, his brothers and sister.'
'How many brothers does he have?'
'Well, there's Bill and Charlie, who doesn't live there any more, Fred, George and Percy. Ginny is his sister.'
'When are you going to go?'
'Don't know yet. Probably a week or two before school starts. Not sure,' said Arabella while her eyes were slowly starting to close.
'Go to bed. You're tired.'
'Good night Moony,' said Arabella, getting up from the couch and giving him a hug.
'Good night Ara,' said Remus, returning the hug.
'Embrace it. You were made for this. Do it!' said a cold voice behind her.
She could feel it. The bitter end.
'How… could you… my friend…' The figure in the floor chocked out. He turned his head to look at her.
She was met with striking green eyes. Eyes that seemed too familiar. Green eyes…
'Do it! Now!' came the cold voice.
No… I… No…
Green light was making its way at the victim. It was as if everything was in slow motion. Then it happened. The green eyes didn't seem so striking.
'You're one of us now,' said the cold voice as he laughed.
No… Arabella…No… Ara…Never…
'Arabella, it was just a dream. Wake up!' said Remus, trying to shake his goddaughter out of her nightmare.
Arabella's eyes flew open. She was struggling for air. It was always like this.
'Hey, it's ok. It's just a dream. I'm here,' said Remus, pulling Arabella into a hug. She was shaking in his arms and her face was covered with sweat.
'Want to talk about it?'
'No, not now,' said Arabella, slowly calming down.
'Later then. Your arms are slightly bleeding. There's some medicine in the washroom. I'll go make some breakfast. Go wash up,' said Remus, slowly letting go of Arabella and making his way to the kitchen.
Arabella looked around her room. It was full of things. Things that Remus said she didn't need. Gifts from the Tonks and random nick-nacks from the street.
Next to the bed, on the table stand, was a picture of her mom, Kassandra. It was picture of her when she was at Hogwarts. Remus took it in their 7th year. Arabella will always look at it whenever she had a dream like that. The ones that would reopen the cuts.
Arabella took the picture and hugged it. It made her fell as though her mother was in the room with her, telling her that she had nothing to be afraid of and that there was pancakes downstairs.
'I miss you,' said Arabella, hugging the picture as some tears rolled down her face.
She put the picture down and wiped away the tears. She went to the bathroom and put the medicine on some of her cuts. She took a look at the cuts. Most of them faded away. Some of them left pink marks. The deeper ones were still there, the ones that would bleed sometimes.
'It's a reminder of who you are.'
A reminder. Even after all these years Bellatrix's voice still haunted her. Every time she looks at those cuts, her voice would appear. She still haunted Arabella, even though she's locked up in a cell miles away.
No time to worry about this now she thought.
She went downstairs to the kitchen to find Remus already sitting on the table with his usual morning coffee. He looked up when she came in and smiled.
'I'm ready,' said Arabella, sitting down and eating some of the bacon on her plate.
Arabella told him about her dream with the cold voice and the green eyes.
'It's just a dream. You've been getting those since you were around 4,' said Remus.
'I started getting those after the incident,' mumbled Arabella.
'I know, but it's just a dream. You're not going to do any of those things. You'll never be like her. Ever. I promise you,' said Remus.
Arabella nodded, suddenly not hungry.
'Why don't you get ready? The Weasleys will be here anytime soon,' said Remus.
Arabella nodded and went upstairs to pack her things for her stay at The Burrow.
Remus sighed. If only life was easy he thought.
A Couple Hours Later
'Hello? Anybody home?' came a voice from the fireplace.
Remus was still in the kitchen. He got up and entered the living room.
There stood Molly Weasley and three other boys.
'Hello, I don't know if you remember. We met in the train station. Molly Weasley,' said the woman with a smile.
'Yes, I remember. And you guys are?' said Remus, pointing to the three boys behind her.
'This Fred and George,' pointing at the twins, 'and this is Ron, he's in the same year as Arabella.'
'She's just us some last minute packing. I'll go get her.'
Remus went upstairs to find Arabella sitting on her bed staring into space.
'Ara, the Weasleys are here.'
'Ok,' she said, grabbing onto her suitcase, 'let's go.'
Together, they went downstairs with Arabella holding on her suitcase and Remus watching her struggle with an amused smile.
'Ron!' exclaimed Arabella, giving him a small hug. She gave one to Fred, George and Mrs Weasley too.
'Fred and George, you first,' said Mrs Weasley as they grabbed Arabella's bag and disappeared into the fireplace.
Next was Ron, then Mrs Weasley.
Arabella turned to Remus and gave him a big hug.
'Don't forget to write,' she said, as her head was buried into his chest.
'I won't,' said Remus, kissing the top of her head, still hugging her.
'I love you Moony.'
'I love you too Arabella.'
After a moment, they let go of each other and Arabella stepped into the fireplace.
'I'll miss you,' said Arabella, with one last smile.
'I'll miss you too. Go, they're waiting for you,' said Remus.
Arabella was on the floor of the Weasley's living room.
'Here,' said the twins, helping her up.
'Thank you,' said Arabella.
'We already put your trunk upstairs. You'll be with Ginny,' said Ron.
Arabella nodded. She realized that Mrs Weasley wasn't in the room.
'Where's your mom?' whispered Arabella.
'Kitchen, she's preparing dinner,' said George.
'Do you know the plan?'
'Yes, and you don't have to whisper,' whispered Fred.
'Ok, sorry,' whispered back Arabella.
Ron shook his head. 'Come on, we'll show you the rest of the house.'
'Living room,' said George.
'Kitchen,' said Fred, entering the kitchen where Mrs Wealsey was chopping some onions.
'Hello Mrs Weasley. Thank you for letting me stay here,' said Arabella.
'No problem at all, dear. Ron has told us about the three of you. It's very nice to meet you,' said Mrs Weasley. 'Why don't you all go wash up. Dinner will be ready soon.'
The twins and Ron showed her where the washroom was and where she would be sleeping. Ginny was already in her room. They exchanged some pleasantries before the twins whisked her away to Ron's room and shut the door.
'This is the plan,' said George.
'Tonight we're all going to pretend like nothing is happening,' said Fred.
'We'll go to bed.'
'We're going to pretend to sleep.'
'At one o'clock we're going to get Ron and you.'
'Then, this is the tricky part; we're going to drive to Harry's house.'
'How's that a tricky part?' asked Arabella, who didn't like where this plan was going.
'The car flies,' said Ron, not looking at Arabella.
'You're going to fly to Harry's house?! Have you completely lost it?! There are so many laws that you could be breaking! Where did you get a car?' exclaimed Arabella in a whisper.
'It's Dad's car. He just added the flying part to it. Look, it's the only chance we've got. Something's not right. He won't reply to any of our letters. Don't you think it's a bit odd?' said Ron.
'Of course I do. But driving a car, we could get caught,' said Arabella.
'So, you're out?' asked George.
'Ok, I'll admit driving a car to a rescue mission sounds amazing, but –'
'Great. It's settled. Remember: one o'clock,' said Fred.
Arabella nodded, still not liking this plan.
'Petunia!' roared Uncle Vernon. 'He's getting away! HE'S GETTING AWAY!'
Ron and Arabella gave a gigantic tug and Harry's leg slid out of Uncle Vernon's grasp. Harry got in the car and slammed the door.
'Put your foot down, Fred!' yelled Ron, and the car shot suddenly toward the moon.
'See you next summer!' Harry yelled.
The Weasleys and Arabella roared with laughter and Harry settled back in his seat.
'So what's the story Harry?' said Ron. 'What's been happening?'
Harry told them about Dobby, the warning he'd given Harry and the fiasco of the violet pudding. Silence followed when he finished the story.
'Very fishy,' said Fred.
'Definitely dodgy,' said George. 'So he wouldn't even tell you who supposed to be plotting all this stuff?'
'I don't think he could,' said Harry. 'I told you, every time he got close to letting something slip, he started banging his head against the wall.'
He saw Fred and George look at each other.
'What, you think he was lying to me?' said Harry.
'Well,' said Fred, 'put it this way — house-elves have got powerful magic of their own, but they can't usually use it without their master's permission. I reckon old Dobby was sent to stop you coming back to Hogwarts. Someone's idea of a joke. Can you think of anyone at school with a grudge against you?'
'Draco Malfoy,' said Arabella. 'He hates us.'
'Draco Malfoy?' said George. 'Not Lucius Malfoy's son?'
'The very same,' said Arabella.
'I've heard Dad talk about him. He was a big supporter of You-Know-Who,' said George.
'He wasn't just a supporter. He was in the inner-circle,' said Arabella.
'After You-Know-Who disappeared Lucius Malfoy came back and said he'd never meant any of it. Load of dung.'
'I don't know whether the Malfoys own a house-lf…' said Harry.
'Well, whoever owns him will be an old wizarding family, and they'll be rich,' said Fred.
'Usually those snooty ones that believe they're above everybody else,' said George.
'Hey! I have an house-elf!' exclaimed Arabella.
'You do?' they all said, turning around so that they could all see her.
'Yeah, he's name is Kreacher. Horrible little thing. Met him twice after my grandmother died. Technically I own him since it goes to the oldest son and his heir, me.'
'Why do you mean by 'horrible little thing'?' asked Harry, remembering Dobby, who didn't seem horrible to him, except for the last part.
'When I met him he kept saying that he wouldn't 'serve the daughter of the swine that made his mistress cry'. Then he went on and said that I was a blood-traitor and all that stuff.'
'He sounds horrible. Shouldn't he have treated you with respect? You are his master after all?' asked George.
'He's been with my grandmother for so many years. He still thinks that she's his master. There's a portrait of her in the house. I visited there once years ago. He takes orders from a moving picture. He's sanity is gone. I'm happy to give him away but he seems to want to stay there and listen to her,' said Arabella, shrugging her shoulders.
'Anyway, I'm glad that we came to get you,' said Ron, after a couple minutes at Harry. 'I was getting really worried when you didn't answer any of our letters. I thought it was Errol's fault at first –'
'Our owl. He's ancient. It wouldn't be the first time he'd collapsed on a delivery. So then I tried to borrow Hermes –'
'The owl Mum and Dad bought Percy when he was made prefect,' said Fred.
'But he wouldn't lend it to me,' said Ron. 'Said he needed him.'
'Percy's been acting very oddly this summer,' said George. 'And he's has been sending a lot of letter and spending a load of time shut up in his room.'
'Maybe he's got a girlfriend,' said Arabella
Fred, George and Ron started to laugh at this.
'Yeah, right,' said George, whose face was turning red.
'Percy with a girl? As if,' snorted Fred.
'Just saying,' mumbled Arabella. 'Fred, you're driving too far west,' she said, pointing at the compass.
'So, does your dad know you've got the car?' said Harry.
'Er, no,' said Ron, 'he had to work tonight. Hopefully we'll be able to get it back in the garage without Mum noticing we flew it.'
'That's the main road,' said George, looking down through the windshield. 'We'll be there in ten minutes… Just as well, it's getting light…'
Lower and lower went the flying car.
'Touchdown!' said Fred as, with a slight bump, they hit the ground. Harry looked out of the window for the first time seeing Ron's house.
'It's not much,' said Ron.
'It's wonderful,' said Harry happily.
They got out of the car.
'Ok, like the plan. Everybody go upstairs quietly and wait for Mrs Weasley to call us down for breakfast. Then Ron will say something like 'Mum, look who turned up in the night!' She'll be pleased that Harry's here and no one should ever find out about the car. Got it?' said Arabella.
'Got it,' chorused the boys.
'Right,' said Ron. 'Come on, Harry, I sleep at the – at the top –'
Ron had gone a nasty greenish colour, his eyes fixed on the house. The other four turned around.
Mrs Weasley was marching across the yard. For a short, plump, kind-faced woman, it was remarkable how much she looked like a saber-toothed tiger.
'Ah,' said Fred.
'Oh, dear,' said George.
Mrs Weasley came to a halt in front of them, her hands on her hips, staring from one guilty face to the next.
Arabella seemed to have found Harry's arm and squeezed the life out of it.
'So,' said Mrs Weasley.
'Morning, Mum,' said George.
'Have you any idea how worried I've been?' said Mrs Weasley.
'Sorry, Mum, but see, we had to –'
'Beds empty! No note! Car gone — could have crashed — out of my mind with worry — did you care? — never, as long as I've lived — you wait until your father gets home, we never had trouble like this from Bill or Charlie or Percy —'
'Perfect Percy,' muttered Fred.
'YOU COULD DO WITH TAKING A LEAF OUT OF PERCY'S BOOK!' yelled Mrs. Weasley, prodding a finger in Fred's chest. 'You could have died, you could have been seen, you could have lost your father his job —'
After what seemed like hours, Mrs Weasley turned to Arabella.
'Are you ok, dear? You look tired, better take a quick nap after breakfast,' she said.
Arabella nodding, loss for words.
She turned to Harry.
'I'm very pleased to see you, Harry, dear,' she said. 'Come in and have some breakfast.
They all entered the house and went to the kitchen.
Mrs Weasley was moving around making breakfast and muttering things like 'don't know what you were thinking of' and 'never would have believed it.'
'I don't blame you, Harry, dear,' she said. 'Arthur and I have been worried about you, too. Just last night we were saying we'd come and get you ourselves if you hadn't written to Ron by Friday. But really, flying an illegal car halfway across the country – anyone could have seen you –'
'It was cloudy, Mum!' said Fred.
'You keep your mouth closed while you're eating!' snapped Mrs Weasley.
'Mrs Weasley, they had bars on his window,' said Arabella.
'Be that as it may, it was still dangerous,' said Mrs Weasley.
Nothing was said until all five plates were cleaned.
'All of you are going to de-gnome the garden for me,' said Mrs Weasley. 'You can go to bed Harry, Arabella, if you want.'
'It's ok. I'll help,' said Arabella, who seemed to feel guilty.
'I'll help too. I've never been de-gnoming – ' said Harry.
Yawning and grumbling, the Weasleys slouched outside with Harry and Arabella behind them.
'He's back! Dad's home!' said George.
They hurried back into the house.
'What a night,' he mumbled. 'Nine raids. Nine! And old Mundungus Fletcher tried to put a hex on me when I turned my back…'
'Find anything, Dad?' said Fred.
'Just some shrinking door keys and a biting kettle. You wouldn't believe the things our lot have taken to enchanting, you wouldn't believe –'
'LIKE CARS, FOR INSTANCE?'
'C-cars, Molly, dear?'
'Yes, Arthur, cars,' said Mrs Weasley, her eyes flashing. 'Imagine a wizard buying a rusty old car and telling his wife all he wanted to do with it was take it apart to see how it worked, while really he was enchanting it to make it fly.'
Mr. Weasley blinked.
'Well, dear, I think you'll find that he would be quite within the law to do that, even if — er — he maybe would have done better to, um, tell his wife the truth. . . . There's a loophole in the law, you'll find. . . . As long as he wasn't intending to fly the car, the fact that the car could fly wouldn't —'
'Arthur Weasley, you made sure there was a loophole when you wrote that law!' shouted Mrs. Weasley. 'Just so you could carry on tinkering with all that Muggle rubbish in your shed! And for your information, Arabella arrived yesterday and Harry arrived this morning in the car you weren't intending to fly!'
'Arabella? Harry?' said Mr. Weasley. 'Who?'
He turned around, saw Arabella first.
'Arabella Black. Pleased to meet you. I knew your mother, very kind woman,' he said, getting up and shaking her hands.
'Harry Potter,' he said, turning to Harry. 'Very pleased to meet you, Ron's told us so much about the –'
'Your sons flew that car to Harry's house and back last night!' shouted Mrs. Weasley. 'What have you got to say about that, eh?'
'Did you really?' said Mr. Weasley eagerly. 'Did it go all right? I — I mean,' he faltered as sparks flew from Mrs. Weasley's eyes, 'that — that was very wrong, boys — very wrong indeed. . . .'
'Let's leave them to it,' Ron muttered to Harry and Arabella as Mrs. Weasley swelled like a bullfrog. 'Come on, I'll show you my bedroom.'
'It's not much,' said Ron, walking up the stairs to his room. 'A bit small. Not like the one you have with the Muggles but…'
'It's the best house I've ever been in,' said Harry, grinning widely while Arabella was nodding her head.
Thank you for reading! I really wanted to include most of the tings with the Weasleys, especially Molly and Arthur :) Hope you like it.