A George Weasely Romance

Chapter 2

Since the Bludger incident, things had started to look up. Katara still had to attend primary school, but on her way home she would meet up with the twins and hang out until Arashi came home from work. The Weasley family had even invited Arashi and Katara round for dinner at least once a week. It was great!

The twins and Katara had grown very close over the months, and were always getting into trouble. It was the most fun she had had in years.

Arashi had also been able to spend more quality time with her since there were no parents to stop it anymore. She did miss them of course, but they were very strict, and made her train and learn constantly. There had been no such thing as fun when they were alive.

She would spend most of her nights with her brother, playing guitar, talking or even the odd game of hide and seek. Yes things were starting to look good.

It was Friday, and Katara was counting down the long minutes until she would be free for the weekend to spend time with the people she had grown to love. As she was staring at the old clock which hung at the front of the class, she was struck by a piece of rolled up paper that was aimed at her face. There was some muffled laughter as she went to retrieve the projectile. She flattened it out and saw a badly drawn illustration of herself, or what was meant to be her. It was a silly stick drawing with what were probably meant to be flies around her. Under it said “Katara smells like poo.” She laughed at the stupidity of it and tossed it into a nearby bin.

Stupid kids think there so funny.

The bell’s shrill ringing emanated from outside of the classroom and signalled that the school day was over.

Thank god!

She picked up her books and bag and headed outside. As she started to walk in the direction of the Weasley’s house, someone called her name in a mocking tone. She turned to see the familiar faces of the School bullies walking up to her.

“Normally we don’t pick on girls,” he walked right up to Katara. She could smell his breath which wasn’t very pleasant. “But you ain’t normal are you?” He sneered. Katara just wanted to punch him in the face. Day after day she received constant torment from these guys, and it was always initiated with the same statement. And she was sick of it. Pulling her hair, ripping up her homework, stealing her lunches, the list went on. All so childish…

“Just leave me alone, asshole” she said as she turned to continue on her way.

“Oooo! Asshole’s are we? You know, you should watch your mouth when you’re talking to us. You could get hurt,” the biggest of the three said, and he too sneered.

Katara laughed.

How troublesome.

Unfazed by their threat, she started to quicken her pace. To her surprise she was hit from behind on the head. She staggered forward a bit and dropped her books in her confused state.

Damn it!

As she crouched down to gather her belongs the tallest of the three boys put his foot under her backside and flicked it, which caused her to fall flat on her face.

You can’t fight back. You’re not allowed. Arashi will be mad if you do. But God they just won’t stop. How I’d love to wipe those smirks off of their faces.

Again she tried to get away but was stopped by the other two boys who had large grins planted on their face.

“You think you’re so smart with your special class! Think you can just call us names? Walking around all up yourself. Think you’re better than us huh?! Well we’ll show you!” and he proceeded to kick and punch Katara everywhere he could. She had to admit that she had received worse, but at the same time she wasn’t exactly enjoying herself. The other two joined in, laughing all the while as they mercilessly beat Katara.

She easily blocked a few punches and kicks, but three against one was pretty unfair, especially when she wasn’t hitting back.

They stopped momentarily allowing Katara to get back on her feet, and then began to shove her towards each other, passing her around like a ball.

One of the boys pretended he was going to catch her, but pulled his arms away at the last minute, letting Katara fall to the ground. By now a crowd of interested spectators had come to watch the spectacle, all cheering the three boys on. Some had even started to empty her bag out on the ground and started kicking her stuff about.

Katara was having trouble keeping her rage from taking over, and she was finding it increasingly hard. Normally things would have died down after she had been kicked about a bit, but this time they were taking it too far.

“Aww! Look at poor Katara trying to run away. Can’t even fight back. Where’s your name calling now, huh?” he looked towards the crowd with a toothy grin planted on his face, and the crowd cheered.

Assholes, the lot of them!

“Where’s your mummy and daddy to come save you? Oh wait, man, I forgot, you don’t have any parents do you?” Something snapped inside Katara and she felt her eyes stinging as fresh tears began to spring in her eyes as the memories of her parents came back to her tormented mind. The kids had started laughing. “What about your brother, huh? Where’s he? Not got time to come and pick you up from school? Can’t be bothered with you? I wouldn’t blame him!” He delivered a swift kick at her stomach and he then had another look at his audience, and the laughter he received only pushed him on more. “Must be hard being completely alone all the time.” At this point Katara got to her feet groggily, and she stood in front of the boys in defiance with her head hanging. Her fists were balled up and a lone tear streaked it’s way down her cheek and dropped from her chin.

“What the hell would you know? Idiot! Don’t ever talk about my family ever again you hear?!” her voice cracked slightly as she spoke. She never usually gave in to their taunts, but they had never brought her family up. The boy who acted as the leader stepped forwards and made a grab for her shirt, but she slapped his hand away “Don’t touch me!” she growled. The boy looked a little taken a back, but quickly made up for it by taking a vicious swing for her. She blocked it easily and relentlessly twisted his wrist, effectively shoving him to the ground. She proceeded to humiliate him by sitting his back and staring motionlessly at the other two. The crowd had now fallen quiet at stared in shock at the turn of events.

“Ger’off me you freak!” the boy shouted, with an edge of panic to his voice, as he thrashed about trying to release his wrist. But Katara was not ready to let go. The other two boys looked to each other questioningly, nodded, and ran towards Katara. She jumped up and out of harms way as the two boys crashed into their friend, tangling themselves up.

Katara laughed to herself and started to retrieve her belongings. The crowd of young children began dispersing quickly in fear.

Hmph! Not so great now huh?

Once she had placed everything in her bag, she continued to make her way towards the sanctuary of the Weasley’s house.

“You better run you little bitch!” one of the boys called after her. She ignored them. As she took a few more steps, she heard their clumsy footsteps as they ran at her.

God, don’t they know when to stop!

As she turned to unleash punishment upon the three boys she heard a familiar voice call on her. She turned to see her friends, Fred and George, running over.

The boys in their fury, however, were oblivious and proceeded to kick and punch at Katara. She ducked and dodged all their blows with ease, and smiled as she did so. The next thing she knew a hand had touched her shoulder and Fred and George had leapt in front of her in an attempt to defend her.

“Hey guys. Sorry I’m late!” Katara said happily.

“Are you okay?!” George had turned to inspect her. He touched her lip and she winced in pain. “You’re bleeding! Like, loads!” he ruffled her hair affectionately and turned to the three boys who were now laughing to each other.

“Aw! So she does have friends! How sweet!” George balled his fists up and Fred lunged into action. Katara felt a little embarrassed that they had come to her rescue, but all the same, she felt privileged to have had them defend her without a second thought.

Fred and George are so great!

The twins were very good fighters, probably due to the fact there were so many in the family. She watched as they beat on the bullies, making their noses bleed and made the bullies run away in fear. She laughed gleefully at the scene. The adrenalin that had built up during the fight was draining away from her, and she fell as her knees buckled. Her body was wracked with pain and the tiredness began to sink in quickly.
“Hey man! Are you okay!? Help me pick her up!” George turned to Fred and they took and arm each and lifted her and slung both her arms around their shoulders to act as support.

“Really, I’m fine! Just tired that’s all” Katara insisted, but the twins were not buying it.

“Did you hit them back?” asked Fred. He too sounded rather concerned.

“Not really. I think I kicked one in the shin.” Katara said unsurely. She knew what was coming, she had received the same lecture every time this had happened.

“Man you can’t let them get away with this stuff! You need to fight back or they’re never going to leave you alone!” George recited the lecture with ease. “Well at least we know who they are now! And we’re walking you home from school everyday now! You hear?! And no buts.” Katara sighed.

“Yes mum” she muttered. George turned rather red at this, but kept his serious face on.

“Yeah. And if he touches you again we’ll make sure he won’t be able to walk let alone kick anyone” Fred continued, a bit annoyed.

Katara just sighed and unhooked her arms from them. She limped ahead a bit, then the twins joined her looking a bit irritated.

“Tag!” she touched Fred’s shoulder and stumbled ahead as fast as she could. The twins looked to each other and sighed, laughing at her insanity.

“Come on ‘Tara. You’re hurt. Stop playing around ‘til we get you fixed up.” George didn’t look pleased. She sighed again and walked with the twins.

Once back at the burrow, she disappeared into the bathroom. She looked in the mirror and inspected her face. Her nose and lip were burst and bleeding badly, she had the beginnings of a black eye, and a shallow cut on her eyebrow. Her hands were coated in blood and muck and her knees were the same. Her ribs throbbed a bit and when she pulled her shirt up she could see the beginnings of bruises forming. It hurt to breathe.

What a mess!

On seeing Katara once she had emerged from the bathroom, Molly got straight to work on fixing her wounds.

“Oh dear! What are we going to do with you? Arashi isn’t going to be happy you were fighting again.” Katara sighed. She hated it when her bother got mad at her, it wasn’t something she was used to either.

“But I wasn’t fighting. That’s why I’m all messed up. If I was fighting, I would have been here half an hour ago and without a mark on me!” Katara justified. Molly looked a bit surprised, but laughed unsurely.

“Well it’s just good my boys turned up when they did.” She turned to the twins “Although I don’t agree with violence…” she trailed off, speaking to herself mostly.

Once cleaned up, Katara jumped to her feet

“Tag!” she tapped Fred’s shoulder again and dashed out the house.

“She always tags me first!” he moaned as he tug his brother, and raced after Katara.

Things were going great for Katara!