Tonks took a handful of floo powder from the small black pouch that Andy was holding out to her. “Everything will be alright, Sera. Don’t worry about the Weasleys. They are wonderful people.” Tonks smiled, turned to face the fireplace, and threw the power inside. Green flames came up and Tonks ran inside, yelling, “The Burrow!” Tonks disappeared.
I took a deep breath, walked over to Andy, and took a handful of floo powder from the pouch.
Andy gave me a sympathetic look. “Dora is right, Sera. You don’t have to worry about the Weasleys. It’s not like they’ll hex you for dumping their youngest son.”
I whimpered, making Andy laugh.
“It was only a joke. Merlin. Go on, now. You’ll have fun.” Andy smiled at me encouragingly.
“Whatever you say,” I groaned, throwing floo powder into the fireplace. Green flames shot up and I ran inside, saying, “The Burrow.” I shut my eyes as I flooed away.
***
I emerged from the fireplace, colliding with a tall, lanky guy with bright red hair, and knocking us both to the floor. “Sorry,” I mumbled, standing up. I extended my hand to the man, who I assumed to be Ron, as I heard someone begin snickering.
I helped the man stand up straight and I learned it wasn’t Ron. He was stockier and shorter than Ron; he had deep, chocolate brown eyes; and had, of course, the trademark Weasley red hair.
He smiled cheerfully as I noticed the man standing directly behind him. The two men looked exactly the same.
“Fred and George, I assume?” I said.
The two guys smiled two identical smiles.
“I’m Fred,” The twin that I’d fallen on earlier said.
“And I’m George,” the other twin said.
Then, in unison, Fred and George said, “You must be Sera.”
I smiled. “Yes,”
“Fred? George? What did you two break this time?” A pleasantly plump woman with bright red hair waddled in, followed by a taller man with Weasley red hair. The woman smiled when she noticed me in the room beside the twins. “Oh, hello…Sera…dear.” She smiled warmly at me. “I’m Molly Weasley. Do come in.”
I nodded and followed Mrs. Weasley and her son out of the Workshop. The twins followed closely behind.
I wondered if they knew about Ron and me. If any of them did, they didn’t let on.
Once I was in the warm house belonging to the Weasleys, Mrs. Weasley wrapped an arm around my shoulder. She led me into the living room. She released me as soon as we’d entered.
Ginny and Harry were sitting on the couch, holding hands, beside a small blond girl. Remus was sitting in a comfy-looking chair and Tonks was sitting on the chair’s arm. A man with red hair and scars on his arms and hands was sitting in an adjacent comfy-looking chair. Hermione and Luna were sitting on the floor and stopped talking as soon as I’d walked into the room. Ron was sitting on the floor reading a book called, Waiting for Werewolves.
I flinched before Mrs. Weasley introduced me to her sons, Bill and Charlie, and her future daughter-in-law, Fleur.
Mrs. Weasley went into the kitchen to finish dinner. I sat down on the floor and laid my beck against Remus’ chair.
Unfortunately, I caught Ron’s eye. He forced a smiled and crawled over to sit beside me.
“Sera?” he whispered and I stared at the navy blue carpet. When I didn’t answer, Ron continued. “Sera, I—”
“Lunch is ready!” Mrs. Weasley called from the dining room.
I stood up and went with the crowd into the dining room. I sat at the table beside Hermione and Tonks.
Mrs. Weasley waddled in, waving her wand, plates, bowls, and cups flying around her. The dishes sat down gently on the table as Mrs. Weasley sat down at the head of the table.
“Arthur will be home from the Ministry late, so we can go ahead and eat without him. Dig in.” Mrs. Weasley smiled warmly as everyone began piling food onto their plates.
Absentmindedly, I did as I was told. I slowly ate Mrs. Weasley’s delicious lunch. Surprisingly, it was better than the food at Hogwarts.
Soon, Fred and George began telling everyone about Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. Apparently, their business was doing well.
“How are you, Sera?” Remus asked from the seat beside Tonks. What he really meant was: Sera, how is the whole keeping-your-friends-at-arms-length-thing? Has it ripped your heart yet?
“Fine, Remus. I’m fine.” I said icily.
“Well, I worry about you, Ya know?” Remus said. Remus really meant: I’m sorry about telling you to keep away from your friends…and Ron.
“Alright,” I snapped.
The full moon was coming soon…on Christmas day, to be exact, so my emotions were all messed up. I felt angry, sad, and alone all the time, but that might not have anything to do with the full moon.
When everyone was done eating lunch, Ron, Harry, Ginny, Fred, George, Luna, Remus, and Tonks went out back to the Weasleys’ Quidditch Pitch and played a game of Quidditch. Charlie, Bill, Fleur, and Mrs. Weasley stayed inside and worked on Wedding preparations.
And Hermione and I sat outside on a blanket, watching the game. Well, to be honest, I was watching Ron and…Hermione was working on a Transfiguration essay.
Hermione looked up from her essay. “Sera, how are you really? And don’t tell me ‘fine’. I know it’s not true.”
I didn’t reply. There was nothing I could say.
“After Maggie died…you retreated inside yourself. You cut everyone off and broke Ron’s heart…and yours. Why? Sera, why?” Hermione said in a pleading tone.
“Because…there are bad people out there, Hermione. One of the worst wants to hurt my friends…and Ron.” I said, tears welling up in my eyes.
“Who wants to hurt us, Sera?” Hermione pleaded. “You should tell Dumbledore.”
“You’re right, I should. But people will get hurt, if I do.” I wiped tears from my eyes. Technically, I wasn’t lying. Greyback would most likely hurt my friends, if they knew. I shakily stood from the blanket. “I gotta go.” I turned and ran from Hermione.
“Wait!” Hermione called, running after me. She grabbed my hand, causing me to stop. “Who is it?” She asked frantically, moisture forming in her eyes. “Who has got you so scared that you won’t be close to your friends?”
As I opened my mouth to speak, Remus and Ron flew over to us. The game above had stopped.
“What’s wrong, Sera?” Ron asked worriedly.
“Nothing,” I snapped glaring at Remus. In my head, I was screaming.
“Sera—” Remus began, his voice pleading.
“No, Remus. You’ve done enough.” I screamed, and then I stormed away, into Mr. Weasley’s workshop. I quickly flooed to Tonks’ house before anyone could follow me.
~&~&~&~&~
“Damn it!” Remus growled, descending from the sky on the broom.
“Remus!” Tonks said, rushing after Remus. “I can’t believe you haven’t told her to stop! I can’t believe you haven’t told her—”
“Nymphadora!” Remus growled.
She gave him an apologetic look as the other floated to the ground.
“What’s going on, guys?” Harry asked with his arm around his girlfriend.
“It’s nothing,” Remus mumbled.
He began to walk towards the workshop, but he stopped suddenly as Ron said, “Does this thing with Sera have to do with her grandfather?”
Heart pounding, Remus turned to face the red haired boy, who’d spoken. “How do you know…?” Remus stared into Ron’s light blue eyes. The men were eye-level.
“Sera told me in the Shrieking Shack,” Ron said, his face expressionless.
“And you still care for Sera?” Remus said, confusing everyone else in the area, except for Ron and Tonks.
“Of course, I do. I stayed with her the entire night, Remus.” Ron looked at Remus directly in the eye, trying to prove that he truly had feelings for Sera and trying to gain Remus’ respect. “And it wasn’t because I was afraid of her. I think…I think I love her. I have ever since we first met.”
Everyone, except Remus, Tonks, and Ron were completely lost in the entire conversation.
Ron’s words were a knife in Remus; heart. They were silver on his skin.
“Ron, I…I’m sorry,” Remus said truthfully, putting a sympathetic hand on the younger man’s shoulder. Suddenly, Remus backed away from the crowd of younger witches and wizards. He turned and sprinted over to Mr. Weasley’s workshop as it began to drizzle from the dark gray clouds above. He stopped in the doorway as Tonks grabbed his hand.
“I’ve stayed nights before with you Remus. And it wasn’t because I was scared of you, either.” Tonks said, tears in her eyes.
Remus couldn’t bear to see his precious Nymphadora cry, so he looked away from her almost immediately and reluctantly ripped his hand from hers. Remus wet to the fireplace and flooed to Tonks’ house.
Andy Tonks was standing in the middle of the living room, staring at the open front door.
“Where did Sera go?” Remus asked Andy.
Andy shrugged. “I don’t know. She wouldn’t say. She called a Muggle Taxi. She just left.”
Remus nodded once, left Tonks’ house, and called the Night Bus.
Well, this is my first chapter posted after becoming a Trusted Author. So...thanks to everyone who has read and to everyone who has reviewed and to Ladywolf for making my banner, because this part of Sera's life is coming to an End...
And the next part begins...soon. There are only four more chapters left. How will it end? Will Sera and Ron ever get back together? If you think that Sera's life is hectic now, just wait...it's all about to get better...and then worse....
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