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aworldinsideaperson · 4 years ago

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It Was always You (Chapter One)

George WeasleyxRavenclaw!OC FanFiction

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: Panic Attack! Dementors! Mentions of food, mentions of babies? That’s all I can think of but if there is anything else let me know

Story Summary: Cerridwen has known the Weasley family all of her life. Attached at the hips of Fred and George for as long as she could remember has built a strong and lasting friendship that stretches across House lines and stands the test and trials they all face. But how long until “Just Friends” turns into something more, because it always turns into something more.

Chapter Summary: The start of the school year can always be stressful, Cerridwen starts the school year with all the regular stress of starting her fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry along with the added stressors of her father’s escape from Azkaban.

A/N: This is the thing I’ve been working on for months! This is chapter one of... a lot. Thank you @izzytheninja for listening to me rant and talk about this story and these characters nonstop for MONTHS I hope you guys like it!

The sun shone brightly through the curtains of the Burrow’s living room. On the couch a very young dark haired woman sat with a small baby in her arms, to one side of her sat a redheaded woman in her late twenties looking down at the baby in the arms of her neighbor and friend, Elinor McNally. On the other side of Elinor was a small red haired boy with light freckles dotting his skin. The fifteen month old stood beside Elinor looking down at the bundle in her arms.

“Baby.” He said, giving Elinor a quizzical look, his small head moved a little to one side.

His mother, Molly, nodded. “Yes George, it’s a baby.”

“Would you like to hold her?” Elinor smiled, her voice soft but George nodded. “Alright well, go sit in your Mum’s lap.” Molly took George in her arms and settled him down into her lap, his arms held out wide as he looked at Elinor with his big brown eyes. She turned and placed the small bundle into George’s arms with Molly's significant support and watched as he looked down at the baby wrapped up in her blanket. “Her name is Cerridwen.”

September 1st

14 Years Later

A ripple of silence washed over the platform as Cerridwen and her family stepped onto it, whispers following them with each group they passed. She heard her last name whispered in accompaniment with her father’s first. Though she had hoped that the news wouldn’t ruin her school year as she felt all the eyes on her she was sure this was only the beginning. Hugging her mother and stepfather goodbye she moved as quickly as she could to get onto the train and away from the prying eyes of her fellow classmates and their parents that held them just a little bit tighter as they looked at her.

Cerridwen settled into a compartment and took a sleek black cat from the travel crate she’d been placed in that morning as well as a book from another small bag settling down to continue reading the muggle romance novel she’d started the morning prior. With the cat snuggled into her left side between her thigh and the wall of the compartment and her book in her right hand she began to twirl strands of her dark hair in her left as her mind wandered to her friends, hoping that even if the rest of the school would hate her she could still count on her two best friends. With her mind drifting to the two the door of her compartment slid open and two identical red haired young men peaked in.

“Cerridwen Black, you are a hard girl to find!”. George said, he and his twin walked into the compartment bags in hand.

Cerri stood to hug the two boys, “Well Georgie did you look with your eyes open or closed?” She chuckled, wrapping her arms around Fred and then George.

Fred looked to his twin then back at Cerri. “You know what, I think that might have been the problem.” They all laughed and Cerri reached up to ruffle Fred’s hair.

“You’re telling me Molly let both of you leave the house with these mops on your head?” She laughed as Fred swatted her hand away.

“We hid all the scissors.” They chuckled and the three of them settled into a comfortable conversation as the train took off from the station.

“How was the rest of your summer Cerri?” Fred asked, leaning back in his seat.

“Well you’d already know if either of you had bothered to write me this summer.”

“Hey! I wrote you once and George wrote you two very long letters.” Fred smirked, eyeing his brother as a light blush dusted his cheeks.

“Three letters from the two of you the whole time you were gone is unacceptable!” Her voice was firm but a smile spread across her face before letting out a small laugh. “Honestly though, if you couldn’t tell on the platform, the only thing worse than the last six weeks of my life is going to be every minute until they catch my dad.” The twins went silent, looking away from her. “Oh come on, I know you guys know there isn’t any sense trying to pretend it’s not happening.” George then turned his head an mumbled under his breath; ��What was that George?”

He sighed and spoke again. “Mum and Dad told us we shouldn’t talk about it.”

“You know, in case it upset you or something.” Fred finished with a sympathetic look to his friend.

“I do want to talk about it though seeing as it’s all anyone else will probably talk about.” As she looked up Cerri saw a few third years looking into their compartment as they walked past but when Cerri looked at them they fled quickly.

“Alright, so talk?” Fred offered.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“But you just said!”

“I know what I said! I don’t know, I just,” Her voice petered off as she

sighed. “They’ve been sending dementors to the house, and ministry officials have been by every few days to ask if we’ve seen him.”

“And, have you? Seen him I mean.” George asked in a tentative voice

“That’s the worst part, I haven’t.”

“Well he probably knows that’s the first place they’d start looking. He’s just trying to play it safe!”

“But wouldn’t it be worth the risk? To see your only child? To see me? Has he not missed me these last 12 years? Does he even remember who I am? Or,” She paused, taking a deep breath and looking down into her lap with sad eyes. “Or is he the person everyone says he is, and not the person my mum has always talked about.” Cerri’s eyes welled up with tears as she fiddled with her fingers in her lap. George slid across the seat and moved closer to her as he put his arms around Cerri he held her close, rubbing his hand up and down her arm soothingly as he closed his eyes and rested his cheek to the top of her head.

Tears gently tipped out onto her cheeks as she sniffled into George’s arms, Fred watching them awkwardly until they felt the train jerk to a stop. The air felt cold and when they looked out the window they could see frost begin to build and Cerri knew what was to come as she pulled closer to George’s side.

The lights flickered and went out, Cerri buried her face into George’s shoulder as she attempted to bring her knees closer into her body while darkness enveloped them. The cat jumped down and scurried beneath the seat; the twins could see their breath as the air became colder, their eyes trained on Cerri, her breathing becoming shallow as more tears sprung to her eyes and her worst moments pushing to the forefront of her mind; the day she was ripped from her father’s arms as he was carted off to Azkaban playing on repeat like a broken record, she heard the door slide open and she could no longer breath. She gasped for air, tears draining from her eyes as she attempted to pull in a single breath but the air around her felt solid. George attempted to tighten his grip around her but Cerri pushed away, pushing herself into the corner of the seat and bringing her knees to her chest and pulling herself into a ball as she choked on air, the scene in her brain playing over and over again, her heart fluttering inside of her chest, sobbing as her whole body shook.

Then the lights were back and the air was warm and Cerri sucked in her first breath in what, her mind, was hours as she continued to shake. George reached this hand out to place it on her knee and Fred kneeled beside her to place his hand between her shoulders, rubbing them soothingly.

“Cerri?” George coxed gently, “Cerri, can you say something?”

She shook her head, still pressed into her legs.

“Do you want us to get you some help?” Fred offered and Cerri nodded once. With that Fred jumped from her place on the floor and popped out the door as the train again began to move.

A few seconds pass, George still has his hand on Cerri’s knee as he watches her shakes become less prominent and her sniffles more defined. “Do you want me to talk?” He offered, when Cerri gave a curt nod George sighed. “I wanted to write you more this summer,” He started. “But Fred gave me a bit of a hard time, and once Bill over heard him he and Charlie started in on me a bit.” He gave a soft chuckle. “I should have written to you more anyway.” George gave an exasperated sigh just as the compartment door slid open and Fred stepped back inside followed by a tall gangly looking man with dark hair and a pale, sallow, sunken and marked face.

He knelt beside the dark haired girl and placed a hand on her back. “Dear?” He questioned softly and Cerri lifted her head, her eyes wide and mouth open as she looked at the man before her and a smile came to his lips. “Hello sweetpea.” And with that he and Cerri flung their arms around each other in a tight embrace.

The twins shared an identical look of confusion as they watched the two separate and the man had their friend a small piece of Chocolate. “That should help dear.” He offered as he stood only to sit on the bench seat across from her as she nibbled on the sweet.

“Do you two..” Fred looked between Cerri and the older man.

“Know each other?” George finished and Cerri looked over at him with her big blue eyes still brimming with tears and she nodded.

Finally able to speak she gave an explanation. “This is my uncle Remmy; he’s my,” She took in a long sharky breath as she tried to continue but the man across from her took over.

“Godfather.” He finished. “But you’ll all be calling me Professor this year.” Remus reached out to shake hands with the boys inside the compartment. The three of them watched as Cerri’s breathing evened out and her shaking began to calm. “Alright, well since you’re doing better I’m going to go check on the rest of the students.” Remus smiled and stood, patting Cerri on the head as he walked toward the door.

“Thank you Uncle Remmy.”

“It’s professor now.”

“Thank you Professor Uncle Remmy.”

Remus shook his head as a smile came to his lips and he walked out the door.

“You feeling better?”

“A bit yeah,” Cerri let out another shaky breath and opened her mouth again before being interrupted by the glass door sliding open and a head of dark curly hair popped in.

“Cerri are you alright?” Miranda mason burst her way into the compartment, brown eyes wide and filled with concern she pushed Fred out of the way, causing him to stumble and fall back into the seat mumbling something to the extent of ‘no no I wasn’t standing there’ with a roll of his eyes.

Miranda sat on the floor beside Cerri, reaching up to stroke her hair. “How could they send those things onto the train that’s completely mental! I came as soon as I was able,” She sighs and rolls her eyes before beginning to ramble. “you know how emotional and clingy Cho can get, I tried to look for you on the platform but I couldn’t find you and then I got caught in with Roger, he asked about you by the way… again, and then Cho saw us and before I knew it the compartment was full and you know trying to get away from Roger can be,”

Cerri clamped a hand over Miranda’s mouth. “Breath,” Cerri laughed lightly, “I’m alright and I know us ravenclaws are terrors at times.” She took her hand away and placed them both back in her lap and Miranda reached over to place her hand on her wrist. The girls looked at each other and smiled.

“We should go change into our robes.” Miranda stood up and walked to the door before turning back. “And hello boys.” She then turned again and slid out of the compartment.

“She is so weird.” George started.

“And oh so hot.” Added Fred.

Cerri rolled her eyes and took another deep breath before standing and fishing her robes out of her bag. “I have a very particular taste in friendships.” She spoke with a smile looking at the two in the compartment. “You should get changed while I’m gone.” And with that she walked out of the compartment to change.

The strares of the crowd on the platform had been bad; but nothing would hold a candle to the way the great hall felt with so many eyes on her. She was sure Ravenclaw table had never gotten so much attention and even trying to bury herself between Miranda and Cho, Cerri could still sense the eyes glancing and staring in her direction, their whispering and stares continued through the sorting until Dumbledore rose and silence fell over the room as he began to speak.

“Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! I have a few things to say to you all, and one of them is very serious, I think it best to get it out of the way before you become too befuddled by our excellent feast…

“As you will all be aware, after their search of the Hogwarts Express, our school is presently playing host to some of the dementors of Azkaban, Who are here on Ministry of Magic business.

“They are stationed at every entrance of the grounds, and while they are with us I must make it plain that nobody is to leave school without permission. Dementors are not to be fooled by tricks or disguises or even invisibility cloaks. It is not in the nature of a dementors to understand pleading or excuse. I therefore warn each and every one of you to give them no reason to harm you. I look to the prefects, and our new Head Boy and Girl, to make sure that no student runs afoul of the dementors.

“On a happier note, I am pleased to welcome two new teachers to our ranks this year. First, professor Lupin, who has kindly consented to fill the post of defense against the dark arts teacher.

“As for our new appointment, well, I am sorry to tell you that professor Kettleburn, our care of magical creatures teacher, retired at the end of last year in order to enjoy more time with his remaining limbs. However, I am delighted to say that his place will be filled by none other than Rubeus Hagrid, who has agreed to take on this teaching job in addition to his game keeping duties.

“Well, I think that is everything of importance, Let the feast begin!” Dumbledore gave his last exclamation and with a wave food filled the tables as they did every year and in a moment all felt right. Cerri could no longer feel eyes on her, Cho smiled at her from across the table as they filled their plates, Miranda spoke animatedly about how hot her summer fling had been. It was as every other welcome feast had been, full of smiles and happiness. Until Cerri heard a near shout.

“Why do you think they’ve sent dementors here?” Asked a small girl toward the end of the table.

An older Ravenclaw responded quickly. “They’re trying to catch-” The older girl, Penelope Clearwater, cut herself off; her eyes drifting down the table to Cerri before she whispered. Cerri couldn’t hear but she knew what Penelope was telling the young girl. They’re trying to catch a criminal. They’re trying to catch a fellow Ravenclaws father. They’re trying to catch HER father. They’re trying to catch Sirius Black.

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