Weasley and Me
written by Louisa S R W
My life with the Weasley family. In honour of my Husband, Best Friends, Children and Uncle Love Lou xxx
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Chapter - 4
Chapter 4
It wasn’t until August that I saw the Weasley’s again. I was at the Black Family house in London and had been there ever since the end of term, with Padfoot. I think the family brought a bit of normality into both of our lives. I don’t think either of us were living particularly healthily. It was a shock though to suddenly have noise and entertainment thrust upon you. I transfigured into a puppy a lot so they wouldn’t find me. I wasn’t the greatest companion though for the first time I really wasn’t happy to see them. Molly and Arthur always hugged and kissed you in front of anyone and when I didn’t mind that at the Burrow it was strange in front of my uncle. I was forced to sit at the table at meal times even when I didn’t want to so I would transfigure into things which Fred & George people thought was hilarious except my uncle. He knew I was hiding, so I never did it around him. The whole thing ended up in us daring each other as to who could do something crazy next. Me and Tonks would win anything transfiguration related but it was a battle between the two of us. We managed to do a team effort of a quidditch goal and quaffle on one occasion which was fun, but other than that I just kept plodding along.
That year I went on the train with the others. Quite a novelty for me. We all sat in the same compartment and I ended up sleeping the whole way. A little way into the term I was exposed as being ill. Professor Snape made George stand up in the Great Hall and use a revealing charm on me. Everyone was really shocked because I was really thin, pale and weak. I had to be put on several different diets. My Weasley family were so worried about me that they would sit with me and make sure I had consumed everything. Ginny, Ron, Fred, George, Hermione, Harry, Leanne and Alice (Hufflepuff my year) would take it in turns. I think they even had a rota system. I became the poster child for what can happen to people if they don’t eat properly. It was horrendous.
Christmas was amazing though we went back to the Black house and even though I had a proper telling off from Molly she had yet another schedule from my uncle as to what I was eating. By that time, it was milkshakes with potion, mashed food and solid if I wanted to try. To be honest I was glad to be told off. My uncle had spent so long with his head in his hands it was a welcomed sight. Eating around the boys though is tough because they eat so much all the time.
It gave me loads of time to work on the business plan though I decided that there were areas that needed some work so I spent my first NEWT year working out the kinks, and along the way I found some of my own little ideas. I think they needed someone to push them otherwise they would never have done anything like what they did.
When Fred and George finished at the school it was like a lead weight in my stomach. Me and George were really close now. Our internal speech to each other was impeccable. Ginny told me when I was at the burrow that George had spoken about me ever since he had returned from his first year. I kind of knew we were connected but it was complicated. I viewed the rest of the family as siblings, fun, annoying, loving, but I couldn’t quite understand how I felt about George. I guess I felt safe, loved and protected.
As they wanted to have a shop in Diagon Alley I offered my house in Knockturn Alley as a flat in the meantime. Nobody was using it and there were some shops in Diagon Alley that they could rent. So that’s what they did. It was much better that way plus I got to see them all the time. I like to think I helped them with the creation of Weasley Wizarding Wheezes but I take no credit for it was all them. I just stood behind the till and made sure that the shelves were stacked full. It was the best thing to be a part of and immense fun when it opened.
It wasn’t until I went back to Hogwarts and realised that the place was so empty without them. I think that’s when I realised that I should be “with” George. I’d been blinded by so much that had been happening with Voldemort that I’d forgotten to see me. This was what everyone else could see and it took being parted for us to see it too. We OWLed each other all of the time and I think Ginny became wise to it quite quickly.
My uncle had been put in the most impossible of situations and I ended up being part of it as well. At some point during the year he was going to kill Dumbledore in the name of the Dark Lord. I was to know everything. This meant George did too. When I went to them at Christmas, I told him the whole sorry tale. Why this man always understands I don’t know I knew that my uncle would be hated, I knew that I most likely would too, but I might be able to get myself out and my uncle. At the time my uncle and George were the highest on my list of priorities. That’s how important they were.
That year I went on the train with the others. Quite a novelty for me. We all sat in the same compartment and I ended up sleeping the whole way. A little way into the term I was exposed as being ill. Professor Snape made George stand up in the Great Hall and use a revealing charm on me. Everyone was really shocked because I was really thin, pale and weak. I had to be put on several different diets. My Weasley family were so worried about me that they would sit with me and make sure I had consumed everything. Ginny, Ron, Fred, George, Hermione, Harry, Leanne and Alice (Hufflepuff my year) would take it in turns. I think they even had a rota system. I became the poster child for what can happen to people if they don’t eat properly. It was horrendous.
Christmas was amazing though we went back to the Black house and even though I had a proper telling off from Molly she had yet another schedule from my uncle as to what I was eating. By that time, it was milkshakes with potion, mashed food and solid if I wanted to try. To be honest I was glad to be told off. My uncle had spent so long with his head in his hands it was a welcomed sight. Eating around the boys though is tough because they eat so much all the time.
It gave me loads of time to work on the business plan though I decided that there were areas that needed some work so I spent my first NEWT year working out the kinks, and along the way I found some of my own little ideas. I think they needed someone to push them otherwise they would never have done anything like what they did.
When Fred and George finished at the school it was like a lead weight in my stomach. Me and George were really close now. Our internal speech to each other was impeccable. Ginny told me when I was at the burrow that George had spoken about me ever since he had returned from his first year. I kind of knew we were connected but it was complicated. I viewed the rest of the family as siblings, fun, annoying, loving, but I couldn’t quite understand how I felt about George. I guess I felt safe, loved and protected.
As they wanted to have a shop in Diagon Alley I offered my house in Knockturn Alley as a flat in the meantime. Nobody was using it and there were some shops in Diagon Alley that they could rent. So that’s what they did. It was much better that way plus I got to see them all the time. I like to think I helped them with the creation of Weasley Wizarding Wheezes but I take no credit for it was all them. I just stood behind the till and made sure that the shelves were stacked full. It was the best thing to be a part of and immense fun when it opened.
It wasn’t until I went back to Hogwarts and realised that the place was so empty without them. I think that’s when I realised that I should be “with” George. I’d been blinded by so much that had been happening with Voldemort that I’d forgotten to see me. This was what everyone else could see and it took being parted for us to see it too. We OWLed each other all of the time and I think Ginny became wise to it quite quickly.
My uncle had been put in the most impossible of situations and I ended up being part of it as well. At some point during the year he was going to kill Dumbledore in the name of the Dark Lord. I was to know everything. This meant George did too. When I went to them at Christmas, I told him the whole sorry tale. Why this man always understands I don’t know I knew that my uncle would be hated, I knew that I most likely would too, but I might be able to get myself out and my uncle. At the time my uncle and George were the highest on my list of priorities. That’s how important they were.
