BeautifulNightmare

Save Yourself

Her mind was far from light now, and with the war looming over it all, it just made it worse. Running her fingers through her wavy locks of dark, almost mahogany hair, Ophelia Tearstone couldn't ease her heavy mind. Her normally bright grey eyes had faded into a foggy mess that was meant to shadow any emotion that tried to surface. There was too much at stake here, and Ophelia knew that, and as she lifted herself from the cot she had been allowed to sleep on in a room with Luka Ashcroft, she closed her eyes. Eris was at stake. Her innocent eleven year old half-sister who would be attending Hogwarts this coming year, much to her dismay. She already knew that Hogwarts would be full of people like her, though those were the extremists. Looking down to the sleeping woman in the room with her, she carefully exited the room. She was in a large t-shirt, one of Charlie's old ones that she had snagged the first night the Order asked her to stay in the Weasley Household. Underneath the large t-shirt was a pair of short bed short, and as she walked through the house, quietly, she knew it looked like she wasn't wearing much.

Finally, she made it into the kichen, and she noted Molly was up bright and early, making breakfast. It was very early, the sun not up quite yet, but Ophelia knew that after the events of the previous night, no one would be sleeping well. They had gathered Harry from Little Whinging, and Mad-Eye had died and George had lost an ear. Another reason why Ophelia's mind was so heavy, people she loved and cared about were on the line and she was torn between everything.

"Good morning, Lia." Molly smiled, and Lia gave a rather weak smile as she walked over and fixed herself a cuppa.

"Good morning." She greeted back, though her features didn't bear the same light. She sat at the table, and began drinking her cuppa.

"How are you feeling? You are up early. Charlie was a little worried about you last night, especially after you got knocked off your broom. Good thing Oliver and Luka were there, I suppose. Heard Oliver caught you after you fell." Molly was worried, and Ophelia wouldn't deny that she was still sore from it all, but the deed was done. Harry was safe.

"I'm alright. More worried about George than anything, but he just needs rest." Ophelia said, taking another sip of her tea. "Are we the only ones up?"

Molly shook her head. "Charlie is outside, and I think Oliver was sitting up in the room they were sharing. Arthur will be down in a few moments too." She said. Ophelia nodded, and she got up, hugging the red haired matriarch.

"Thank you." She whispered before headed outside. It was chilly, but she didn't bother to go back inside and grab her jacket. Rather, she walked out to the forest where she found Charlie with a garter snake. "Morning."

Charlie looked over to her and set the snake down. "You okay? You look rough." Leave it to Charlie to be honest with her, but what more could she ask of her best friend. "Oliver asked about you last night. I mean, after you got hit with that curse and he caught you, you weren't flying the same. You know he would catch onto that of all people."

She sighed. "I was in pain, I am still sore. But I will be fine. I just came out to check on you. I know you were sitting with Fred and George most of the night. How is he?"

Charlie gave Ophelia's hair a tousle and a small sigh. "I'm worried, Lia. And George is in pain, but what do you expect?"

She gave a nod, and she hugged Charlie. "Let's get inside." Ophelia said before heading towards the door, and Charlie nodded.

"What's on your mind?" He asked, and Ophelia gave a half scoff, half laugh.

"Everything." She mumbled.

*~*~*~*

It had been a long night, and something about them was just going to get longer. George hadn't slept well at all, not until he finally passed out. He had pain throbbing in the side of his head because of his lack of an ear. He knew Charlie and Luka had been in and out all night, and Fred hadn't left his side. It was a rather odd feat. George.may have gotten the worst injuries, but he knew he wasn't the only one to sustain some. He was just a little conscious, thinking about last night, but he was fading in and out.

Their mum had peered in, he knew, but the spinning of his head was something he thought it was just everything blending together, but now that he was becoming more aware, he knew it wasn't. He groaned, trying to lift his head, but the pressure was making it impossible to bear.

"Georgie?" A groggy Fred inquired, and George just rolled over.

"My head." He grumbled. "Did we knock heads last night?" he attempted to joke, but it wasn't working.

Fred softly chuckled. "You're losing touch , Georgie." He teased, but George turned back over and saw the worry plain on his twin's face. It was heart wrenching. "I am going to get mum, see if she can help with the pain." He said before leaving the room.

George turned, and sat up, his head throbbing. He could feel the bandages around his head, and it felt weird. He cradled his head in his hands and closed his eyes. And today was jam packed of things to do for the wedding in just two days. What a day already.

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Unless you would want to start. Sorry

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Actually it may not be until tomorrow. My boyfriend and I are having date night.

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Wonderful. I will get us started after work.

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OPHELIA "LIA" TEARSTONE

TWENTY-TWO|PURE BLOOD|RAVENCLAW ALUMNUS|CURSE-BREAKER|BEHIND HER LEFT EAR

ELM|THESTRAL HAIR|TEN INCHES

Clever. Intelligent. Quick-wit. Cunning. Stubborn. Bottles things up. Protective. Loyal. Self-sacrificing.

THINGS TO KNOW;;

*Her family is rather known as purists, but she broke away from her family at a young age. Her father is a rather well-known Death Eater, but Lia is only not shunned because she broke off from her family.

*Ophelia prefers to be called Lia.

*She is an excellent flyer, and she loves animals, especially thestrals. She played Quidditch in school, and she became friends with people from all houses Because of it.

*She was forced into being a Death Eater, threatening the life of her younger sister, Eris, who was put up for adoption after her father found out her mother had an affair. Her Dark Mark was put behind her ear because Voldemort saw her as a valuable asset.

*She is an unregistered animagus that takes form of a black wolf. She has told NO ONE this secret.

*She is a Curse-Breaker by trade, but is more sanctioned to Defense Against the Dark Arts. She wanted to teach it for a long time.

*Always wears a silver necklace with a silver angel wing pendant and a purple crystal heart. She got it from her grandfather before he died, and he was one of the few who wasn't a purist.

*Has been deep undercover for two years.

*Will be attending Bill and Fleur's wedding.

*Is very close to the Weasleys because of Charlie and the twins, who have always treated her like a sister.

*She is very mistrusting and tends to shut herself off when she can't handle things. It is why she can use unforgivables, but it also made her defensive skills superb.

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CRAVINGS:

Harry Potter
The Vampire Diaries

Supernatual Academy.

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Emily continued to fiddle with her necklace while she awaited her cousin's answer. It took a moment after she finally answered to comprehend it, and she stopped playing with her necklace. She got up and flung her arms around her cousin in a tight hug. "I'm so glad! You've just made my day!" It wasn't the total truth, but Sam didn't need to know all of that.

She finally let her cousin go and sat down. "We will be heading to England soon. Have to book us a flight, and get in touch with Nature Boy." She said before she noted a note flying into the window. It was for Sam she knew. "I have to go get some things out of my car for the night, I will be right back in."

Emily knew better than to intrude on Sam reading her letter. Emily got defensive when people tried to do that to her and she could only imagine how her cousin would react. When she got to her car, Emily quickly signed a few papers and the enchanted envelope she put them in zoomed off. She was smiling from ear to ear, and she wrote a very short letter to Charlie before folding it into a swan and sending it off.

Nature Boy,

Guess who will be in England soon? That is right, me! And Sammy of course, but I have to get going. I have a lot to do.

Always,
Emmy

Quickly, she threw some things in a small knapsack and headed back up to her cousin's flat. She loved the idea of not sleeping in her car for a night, and having some time with her cousin.

*~*~*~*~*~*

George didn't sleep well that night. He had been in a lot more pain than he let on, but when he woke early in the morning, he could tell Fred knew. His twin was asleep in the desk chair and before George headed downstairs for a cuppa, he helped Fred into his bed. It was rather endearing, but George knew it was taxing and things could get worse at any given time.

Still, with a champion sort of attitude, the sleepy George made his way down the stairs, and what he was welcomed with was a very saddening sight. Charlie was holding their mother, who was crying. George's normally cheery expression wouldn't show, not when seeing the strongest woman he knew reduced to tears from stress and worry. George couldn't help it, he walked over and hugged his mother and brother before taking his mother into a full embrace.

"George?"she asked, and he nodded. Normally, he and Fred would have teased and confused her, but not this time. Not when she was so vulnerable.

"Mum. Want me to fix you a cuppa?" he asked her, and she gave a nod. She removed herself from his side and sat at the table, wiping her eyes.

"You're up early, George." She commented and he nodded.

"Fred's snoring." He said with a little chuckle. His mum gave a slight smile, and once prepared, George placed his mother's cuppa in her hands. He then made his own and sat at the table. "Just like always, Charlie and Mum up bright and early."

"There is a lot to do. Have you heard from Sam? Is she coming to the wedding?" Molly asked her younger son before turning to Charlie. "Speaking of which, what of Emily? Bill and Fleur were wanting to know if you would have a plus one, and they said Emily is very welcome to come if she can, just like Sam."

George shrugged."I don't know, Mum, I haven't heard back from her yet." He admitted before taking a sip of his cuppa, and sighed. It would be a long day.

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