A George Weasely Romance

Author's note: This chapter and the previous one have not been edited. im sorry if they don't make any sense, english is definately not my best subject. i will probably just keep posting them unedited since i've written like up to chapter 15 or something.

this chapter will also contain refrences to unconsented sex... so please be prepared.

well enjoy!

Chapter 7

Katara woke with a start. Cold sweat clung to her body making her shiver slightly.

That stupid dream again!

She held her head in her hands as a headache began to throb. She turned to look out the window, and saw that the sun wasn’t even up yet. Sighing, she rolled over and desperately tried to fall asleep again. Her efforts however were in vain, as she lay as wide awake as ever, thinking about the recent events.

She was currently lying in George’s bed at the burrow. When Dumbledore had asked if it would be possible for Katara to stay, Molly had been overjoyed. When she had agreed to Katara staying, she hadn’t really thought through the sleeping plans properly. Since Hermione was round, Ginny’s room was full, and the rest of her children being boys, she couldn’t put Katara in any other room. So George offered his bed to her and said he could sleep on the floor.

“George Weasely! Do you think I’m stupid? She is sixteen now! A woman needs her own room and space, away from boys. And with hormones and things flying all around the place… your not kids anymore!” Mrs. Weasely had burst out, and George blushed furiously.

“What?! We’re not going to jump her in the night! She has a boyfriend remember?” George looked serious while Fred had a look of mock hurt on his face.

“To think our own mother would say such a thing!” he put his hand to his forehead and swayed a little, pretending to feel faint.

“Oh boys! It’s not the same as when you were younger. Your older now, and probably have other things on your mind…” she trailed off not wanting to talk about the subject further. The twins always screamed in outrage whenever Molly of Arthur tried to have “the talk” with them again. The first talk was enough to put anyone off by what they had said.

After much arguing, Arthur magically conjured up a wall with a door, to split the two sides of the room. Molly put charms on the door every night, so as to keep the twins out. Katara was grateful for Molly’s thought, but at the same time, wished she hadn’t. She wasn’t used to sleeping herself. Arashi had always shared a bed with her ever since their parents had died, to wake her up from her nightmares and protect her in her sleep. She had often thought of going through to the twins and snuggling up, but didn’t want them to get into trouble.

Katara lay staring at the ceiling waiting for the sun to rise. After about half an hour, the sky had turned a pinky colour. She sat up and looked around for something to do, something to take her mind off her brother. There wasn’t much in the small make shift room. Loads of Fred and George’s gadgets and half completed projects were lying around.


Katara got out of bed and decided to investigate a little. If they hadn’t wanted her to see anything they would have hidden them right?

She came across a couple of pieces of parchment with doodles and notes scribbled on them. A couple of the ideas jotted down were crossed out, and “Failure” written next to them. As she looked closer, she realised what they were trying to accomplish.

I wonder if they used lemon juice and the roots of an oak tree.

As she was thinking of how to fix some of their other abandoned ideas, she heard someone talking in the other room.

“Do you think she’s awake yet? Don’t want to disturb her if she’s finally getting some rest.” She smiled as she heard George talking to Fred. He worried too much. She put down the parchment, headed to the door and knocked, not wanting to walk in on anyone getting changed or anything.

“Well there’s your answer! You can come out by the way!” Fred replied. Katara came through to the twin’s side of the room and smiled.

“Not a bit early for you two to be up?” Katara asked looking back out the window to see the sun had risen quite a bit. The twins smiled and Fred patted his hand on his bed, signalling for her to come and sit down. She complied and George sat on her other side. They both hugged and kissed her cheek simultaneously, watching as she squirmed, embarrassed.

“Aw! Look, she’s gone all red again, how cute!” Fred cooed earning an elbow from Katara. “haha! So how did you sleep last night?”

“Um… okay yeah. How about you two?” Fred shrugged as George smiled, obviously trying to cover up his last few uncomfortable nights on the floor. Katara felt guilty, but he was just so stubborn. If he had just let her sleep on the couch, everything would have been fine. Stubborn Weasley’s with their, well, stubbornness. Too nice for their own good, Katara concluded.

They sat and talked a bit, Katara yawning all the while. The twins ignored it at first, but soon felt guilty that they had kept her up all night.

Katara let out another enormous yawn,

“Bloody hell, leave some air for us yeah? Are you sure you got some sleep last night?” George said half joking half serious. Katara just laughed. George was going to press the question further when there was a knock at the door. Fred answered it and Mrs. Weasely announced breakfast was ready. She then noticed Katara sitting next to George on Fred’s bed.

“Goodness, I hope they didn’t wake you dear, Because if they did…” she was cut off by Katara.

“No no! Don’t worry. I think I was up before they were.” Mrs. Weasely looked a bit suspicious but didn’t say anything more on the subject.

After breakfast, Katara headed back up to the twins bedroom to get dressed. She was still in her pyjamas. Meanwhile, Fred and George went outside to talk.

“So, what are you going to do with Katara huh?” Fred said moving his eyebrows up and down a couple of times. George’s ears turned a pink colour and he laughed uneasily.

“What are you talking about “do”. I’m going to do nothing. She has a boyfriend remember.” Fred smiled knowingly.

“That she does my dear brother.” Fred looked deep in thought. He had quite forgotten about him, Katara never really mentioned this man she was dating much. Just how long it had been, and his name, and that he was really nice. “Well, you’ll just need to win her over then won’t you?”

“Win who over?” both twins turned round to see Katara walking over to them.

“You!” Katara looked taken a back. “George and I were just wondering how we were going to get you to talk. And I suggested we win you over!” George visibly relaxed as Katara laughed.

“So much for when I’m ready” she smiled. “Well, I guess I have been unfair, keeping it from you all this time, maybe if I talk about it, I might feel better.” She looked to be in deep thought, but her expression relaxed as she sat down on the grass. She patted either side of her, silently asking the twins to sit next to her.

“You know if you’re not ready, we can wait longer.” Fred quickly said, feeling guilty about lying and making her feel like she was being unfair. He hadn’t expected her to react like that.

“No, I think I’m ready. If I don’t do it now, I might never.” She looked a bit distant, and the twins waited for her to start her tale. “Well” she stopped, trying to word this right. “You remember why I had to leave for Japan, don’t you. That my life was in, and always will be in danger. I had to learn how to protect myself, and those around me.” The twins nodded, remembering when she had told them six years ago. “We were found out. A dangerous and power hungry man with incredible power found us in our house. It was the dead of night when he came. Arashi and I both woke sensing his presence. Unfortunately, we were incredibly out numbered. We could only use the ninja techniques we had learned while in Japan, so as to hide who we really were. It wasn’t enough and we were both captured.” Katara stopped and took a breath “We were taken to a hideout on the outskirts of the village we stayed in, and placed in different cells. The man, I never learned his name…” a scowl crept onto her face as she continued “would torture my brother, thinking that he was the avatar. When he couldn’t get anything out of him, he used me against him. At first I was just beaten while ni-san watched, but then he started to use weapons, whips, chains, kunai, anything really. Hence the marks on my back.” she stopped and took a breath. “Ni-san still didn’t tell them anything, but he came close. It had been two months, and I was on the verge of death. I couldn’t stay awake for long, and I was being starved. One night…” she stopped and looked down at the ground, unable to make eye contact with the twins. “One night, they finally got to him.” Another pause. “Sometimes, to torture someone, they use the people they love, and take away what they think is special about them, destroy all that remains of them until they get what they want. They thought we were lovers, since we were in the same bed. Our hair colour was different, it was easy to understand.” Katara’s fists balled up, and she fidgeted, still looking at the ground. “So he took away what he thought was special between me and Arashi. He…” A tear rolled down her cheek and fell onto her hand “He… uh…” George put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his chest. He held her tight, whispering reassurances to her. “He raped me… and not just sex. He did everything. He used a jutsu to dislocate all my limbs, and proceeded to… steal my virginity…” She began to shake, feeling dirty and ashamed. George let out a breath he hadn’t realised he had been holding in.

“Bloody hell…” Fred whispered, looking helplessly towards George, who was looking at the top of Katara’s head. Their happy, bouncy friend who they loved dearly, was shaking, broken and hurt in front of them, and all they could do was hold her and tell her cliché after cliché of how things would be fine with time. Then George spoke up.

“He couldn’t have stolen it, your virginity…” his face flushed bright red as he spoke. “It wasn’t his to take. As far as I’m concerned, you’re still a virgin.” Katara looked up at george with a confused look

“But he- ” Katara went to protest, but George shook his head.

“He raped you. You didn’t have sex.” George looked convinced and Katara thought about it. She wasn’t sure that that’s how it went, but she liked George’s version better. George looked at Fred who smiled back, visibly impressed.

“George is right. It’s yours to give, so don’t let that prick take it!”

Before either twin could realise what happened Katara had hugged George so hard, that he fell backwards her body pressed against his, and she didn’t let go. George’s face turned a dark shade of red as he realised how close they were, and how… Oh Merlin!

“George, Fred, you are the greatest people alive!” she exclaimed, looking at Fred and smiling. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten you.” She jumped up and tackled him to the ground, giving him a hug as well. Fred looked at George who was still trying to recover from the close crotch contact.

When Katara released Fred from the death grip, she continued with her story.

FLASH BACK:

Katara’s body lay on the floor at a rather funny angle. The man who had raped her had pulled himself out and fastened his trousers back up. He smirked at Arashi who was still thrashing about in his bindings.

“You prick! You son of a fucking bitch!” Arashi cursed and swore, desperately trying to free himself from his chakra ties. Katara moaned a bit, trying to will her body to pull itself together again, but she just lay there motionless.

A laugh erupted from the man as he pulled out a kunai, and flipped Katara’s body over so that her back was facing him. She gasped as fresh pain racked through her body. The man then started to write on her back, carving kanji into her skin. Blood seeped from the wounds as he made quick his work. When he finished he smiled, bringing the kunai to his mouth and licking the blood from it. He moaned suggestively as his eyes seemed to hold a hunger that scared Arashi. He couldn’t possibly be up for round two. Arashi didn’t know if he could take it anymore. A tear seemed to escape from him, no matter how hard he had tried to stop it.

The man started to laugh as he stood up and left the room.

“It’s all right avatar. We’ll let her go tomorrow.” He was looking at Arashi with a glint in his eye. “Enjoy your last night together!” he winked suggestively, still under the impression the two were dating.

The room went dark as he took the torch with him. The door slammed shut. Silence fell stiflingly in the room. All that could be heard was Katara’s raspy breathing, and Arashi’s attempts to reach her body.

Katara lay on her front, staring at the far wall. She couldn’t look at her brother, she was so ashamed. It wasn’t like she hadn’t tried to stop the rape. She was just so tired, and in so much pain, and that stupid dislocation jutsu didn’t help either. Images of what that prick had done to her filled her mind. Blood still pooled out from her womanhood. It had been her first time, and he sure as hell wasn’t gentle. She desperately wanted to wipe herself clean, remove his essence from inside her, rid herself of any evidence of what had happened, but she couldn’t move.

So much for waiting for the right person. She joked in her mind. Like every girl, she had wanted to first time to be special. She even wanted it to be with only one person in her whole life. People had made fun of her, saying she was living in fairytale land, and her boyfriend wasn’t too happy that he had been made to wait for two years.

Arashi continued to struggle against his restraints. Tears were now freely falling from his eyes as recent events played over in his mind. She had been tortured because of him. It had been his fault. If he had admitted to being the avatar earlier, then maybe things wouldn’t have gone this far. He had been secretly hoping that they would have been found by their fellow shinobi from the village, but unfortunately, no one had came.

Eventually, Arashi decided to use his earth bending to pull Katara over to him. He might as well since he had already admitted to being the avatar. He placed his hands on the ground, and it rippled over to Katara’s body, lifted her up, and brought her over to him. He used what medic skills he knew to carefully piece his sister’s mangled body back together. He cursed when he read what was carved into her back.

When he had finished doing what he could, Katara just continued to stare at the ceiling she was now facing. She tried desperately to forget what had happened, but she couldn’t since she hadn’t even let it sink in yet. Arashi brushed his fingers through her hair lovingly, whispering words of assurance. She felt tears hit her face, and realised Arashi had been crying for a while now. It had been the first time she had look at her brother. He seemed to be unhurt, just the odd scratch here and there. She was grateful. His eyes held a deep sadness though, and it pained Katara to see it. She hated to think her brother was upset, but she couldn’t blame him. If it had been the other way around, she would probably be the same. Maybe worse.

“I’m going to get you out of here. You’re going to be safe. There’s a port key at the house, remember I told you about it. We’ll get to that and head back.” he was whispering into her ear in the hope to cheer her up and keep from anyone else hearing. He had left out any destinations and details that someone who had been listening in on might catch onto. Katara nodded weekly as she processed his words, mind feeling numb. Arashi struggled some more with his bindings, but failing miserably. Katara slowly sat up, and helped as best she could with her numb fingers.

Her brother’s wrists were soaked with blood where the chakra ties had cut into him. He had been struggling so much; she wouldn’t be surprised if it was touching the bone. Katara grew impatient as she slowly began to drift off. Before her brother could argue, she used the water in the small bowl next to him (which he had to drink from) and manipulated it into a sharp edge. She then used it to cut his bindings. Arashi had almost shouted at her in worry, searching the room for anyone who might have seen. He tried to lecture her some more when she got up and headed clumsily for the door, water being manoeuvred again so it fitted in the lock. With a twist of her wrists, there was a click, and the door opened.

Arashi stepped out first, analysing the situation. There was no one in sight. He signalled for Katara to follow him, and she limped to his side. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and pulled her in towards him to give her support. She smiled weakly to show him she was ready to move, and they quickly sneaked their way out.

Fresh air hit their faces suddenly, and they realised they were outside again. It had been so long. Judging by the position of the sun in the sky, which was now beginning to set, it must have been around five in the evening. Arashi put his fingers to his lips, signalling for Katara to be quiet. He then picked her up bridal style, and jumped into a nearby tree. He then took of through the forest, jumping from tree to tree, holding Katara close.

On reaching there house without as much as a glimpse of a single person, they both began to panic slightly. Arashi grew more careful and quiet as he reached for the front door. He stopped suddenly, and decided to take another approach, jumping up to the bedroom window, and slipping into the house soundlessly. They could sense a presence in the house, waiting down stares. Arashi’s breath grew ragged as he placed Katara gently on the bed, and went to find the slipper that they were going to use as a port key.

When he saw it lying in his cupboard, there was a loud bang, and the room was filled with smoke. Laughter could be heard, the cold and empty laughter of the prick who stole his sister’s innocence, the prick who had carved her, tortured her, and was even going to kill her. Frustration and anger burned through him as he tried to see through the smoke. He heard Katara moan as she was dropped to floor, and heard her muffled screams as she was kicked a few times. He had reached the bad and grabbed hold of someone. Without thinking, he threw them across the room in a blind rage.

Katara lay on the floor, and curled up best she could, trying to protect herself pathetically against the onslaught of kicks and punches she was receiving. She was even stabbed a few times, as if she wasn’t bloodied up enough. Her brother’s voice shouted out the name of some jutsu, and the people around her flew away from her. Protective arms slid around her body, and she was pulled close to her brother’s chest. His hands flew together in front of her face, and he made more hand seals, fending off everyone around them.

The prick hadn’t moved at all during this, like he was observing. His eyes remained fixed on Katara as a smirk spread across his face. He then stood forward from the wall he had been leaning against, and walked through the crowd, throwing any jutsu that came to him with a flick of the hand. He was so powerful, it was beyond words. Then he spoke, in his cold empty voice:

“I know your secret, little Katara.” Arashi eyes flew open, and he stared at the man. Everyone had stopped their attacks on hearing their leader speak. “I had no idea the avatar would be a female. How disappointing.” he let out a mocking laugh. Katara’s body was failing her as she slid down her brother, cursing at how pathetic she was. The prick approached the two as Arashi lifted Katara to her feet again. “Well, looks like I won’t be needing you anymore.” And with a few hand seals the room lit up as sparks shot from his hands. Arashi dodged and ran for the cupboard, practically throwing Katara in.

“Grab the slipper!” he nearly shouted as he turned to protect his sister one last time. Katara did as she was told, but wrapped her arm around her brother’s waste so that he was not left behind. When she touched the slipper, a pulling sensation came over both of them, and they felt like they were soaring through the air. Arashi had screamed loud and his body was convulsing.

A few seconds past and they crashed to the ground, Katara accidentally letting go of her brother, and rolling down a hill. She laughed breathlessly with relief. On looking around she didn’t recognise the place. He brother would probably know where they were though. She scrambled to her feet weakly, and she climbed up the small hill. On reaching the top she saw her brother lying with his eyes closed.

Must have been when we fell.

Katara hoped. She shook his shoulders, feeling a knot form in her stomach.

“Arashi! Ni-san! You need to wake up. I don’t know where we are and you need to get to a hospital quickly.” She sat silently, waiting for any sign of her brother waking up. His eyes opened slowly, and he smiled sadly at his sister. She sighed with relief and hugged him tightly.

“I need you to go to Dumbledore before anything. I’m fine.” He seemed to be talking so calmly and smoothly, like nothing was wrong at all.

“Baka! We’re getting you fixed up before anything!” Katara looked frantic as she tugged at his arm, pulling his limp body onto her back. She had thought it strange how limp he felt even though he was awake, but she didn’t have time to think about it.

“Katara. Dumbledore will know what to do. He’s just over there.” he pointed in the direction of a castle in the distance.

“But- ” she was silenced by her brother’s laughter. It disturbed her how his body didn’t seem to move with his laughter.

“I don’t have time. There is a letter on the ground around here. I managed to grab it before we left. I need you to find it and give it to Dumbledore.” Katara thought for a moment, precious seconds quickly disappearing. She spotted said letter out the corner of her eye, and went to go pick it up. Her body was in so much pain that she just couldn’t feel it anymore. Fatigue was setting in, but her determination and the need for her brother to survive pushed her on.

“Got it.” she whispered, unsure why tears were prickling at her eyes. Something was tugging at her soul, but she didn’t have time to think on it. She felt Arashi pull his fingers through her hair lightly, but noticed neither of his arms were moving.

Man I must be really tired.

She took of at a rather slow and stumbling pace, but managed to gain her balance better as the momentum of her run settled in. A sad smile was on her brother’s face as he cuddled into her warmth, regretting that he was already dead. And off she went through the rain and wind towards Hogwarts School of Witch craft and Wizardry.