A George Weasely Romance

Author's note: this chapter may come across as rather rushed, and I'm sorry.

Things will eventually work out for Katara, i know it seems that everything is just gloom and doom, so don't worry

enjoy!

Chapter Nine

Christmas was moving in fast. The grounds of the school were covered in snow, and twins were insistent on dragging Katara out for snowball fights. Of course she was too good for them, and usually got through them unscathed, but when the twins teamed up, it had proved close. Today however, George got the upper hand. A snowball soared through the air while Fred distracted her. She had noticed it coming as soon as George had thrown it, but she took the blow none the less. George did a victory lap around the grounds, Fred joining him when he passed. Katara laughed to herself. All three knew she had let them hit her, but the twins continued to rub it in her face all day.

“Woosh, and smack! Right in her face!” George re-enacted the snow ball scene to Harry, Ron and Hermione.

“Oh yes George! You’re so cool.” Hermione had replied sarcastically. “Such a gentleman!” she continued. She laughed as George pulled a face of mock hurt, sniffled, and pretended to wipe a tear from his eye and flick it at her.

Katara was sitting at a near by table, trying to make up for lost time on all her homework. As much as she hated to admit it, Fred may have been right on her biting off more than she could chew. Said twin sat down next to her, putting his hand over the paragraph she had been trying to read.

“’Tara dear, why don’t you lighten up. It’s the last day before we go back home, and your doing homework.” He smiled at her knowing what her answer would be.

“But I have so much to do. If I get some done now, it means less for me to do at the burrow. Plus I’m going over to see Kesuki on Christmas day through to New Year, so I have even less time.” Katara swatted his hand away and continued to read. She was excited about being able to see her boyfriend over the Christmas. Dumbledore had said it should be alright, but to keep the letters that they were sending to each other short and simple, with no indications of her location.

Fred sighed and sat with her for a while. George too had joined, and she tried her best to ignore them. They then took turns in sighing, each getting louder than the next. “For the love of Merlin! Just give me half an hour more and I’ll come ‘play’” she finally snapped.

“Alright! No longer, mind!” George said as he and Fred left victorious. Katara kept to her word and joined in with the banter of the other excited students, and it continued on until the early hours of the next morning.

Everyone said their good byes, and headed to their dorms, apart from George who seemed to be lingering about. He sat down on the couch looking deep into the fire. Katara silently walked over to him, placing her hands on his shoulders

“Holy- what?! I though you were way to bed.” George put his hand to his heart, catching his breath again. Katara laughed.

“What’s up?” she jumped over the back of the couch and landed softly next to George. He didn’t say anything as he looked back at the fire. She waited patiently before prodding his cheek with her finger. “George? Is everything alright?” he pulled away, laughing at the pouting face Katara had on.

“It’s nothing. I’m fine. Just not tired I guess” George yawned, completely contradicting his reply. Katara looked sceptically at him, but decided to not pressure him. If he wanted to talk he would.

“Okay. But if you want to talk I’m here. Yeah?” she placed a hand on his shoulder, hoping he would open up, but he just smiled and placed his hand on top of hers, giving it a light squeeze.

“Yeah” and they sat in silence, staring at the fire until George’s breath evened out and he was fast asleep. Katara chuckled lightly and snuggled in next to him. She couldn’t wait to get back and sleep with the twins again. And to see Kesuki again. It had been so long since they were together; she hoped he hadn’t given up on her.


They arrived back at the burrow safely, and Molly had a feast ready for them to eat. Katara loved being here. Molly was a great cook.

The days sped in, and it was Christmas Eve before Katara had noticed. Luckily she had all her work done, and she was ready for going to see her boyfriend again. He had said to come round on Christmas day, but she just couldn’t wait that long, so she decided to surprise him and turn up on Christmas Eve. Even if he wasn’t in, she could just wait until he got back.

George wasn’t too happy about her leaving slightly earlier than planned, but kept quiet. He definitely wasn’t happy that she was away to see another guy, and Fred had tried to comfort him with the usual “She’ll see sense eventually, and then she’ll be all over you!”

The time had come and Katara stood in the fire place with a jar containing floo powder in her pocket and a handful in her hand.

“Well guys! Happy Christmas! And have a good new year!” the Weasley’s all said their goodbyes and wished Katara well for the holidays, then left the twins to say goodbye themselves.

“Have fun yeah! And don’t be too late home” Fred said hugging Katara tightly.

“Yeah. And stay safe. If anything doesn’t feel right, come right back you hear? Don’t go getting yourself killed!” George hugged Katara for a good while.

“Oh, George. You worry way too much. I’ll be fine.” She smiled reassuringly. “well bye guys, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t” she winked and threw the floo powder at her feet. “Yamachi house, Kyoto, Japan” she said clearly, and she was covered by green flames and gone.

George sat down on a chair that he turned to face the fire. Fred looked at his brother worriedly.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to just sit there ‘til she comes back. She’s away for days. You’ll miss Christmas and new year at this rate man.” He put a hand on his brother’s shoulder and sighed. “Look I’ll get you upstairs. Don’t make me come down here and carry you up!” with that Fred left George to wallow away in self pity.

Meanwhile in Kyoto.

Katara stepped out of the fire place of the familiar house of Kesuki Yamachi. Nothing had really changed. It still had that homely feel to it that Katara had missed. Her brother had never liked Kesuki, so she never got to stay over very much, but when she did, she loved it.

Hiding her chakra, she crept across the living room towards the door leading to the bedroom. She heard Kesuki talking in the kitchen and chuckled slightly thinking he was probably talking to himself. He did that a lot. She changed course and headed to the kitchen. As she approached the door, she readied herself to shout out “Surprise!”, but she was stopped abruptly by the sound of a girls’ voice talking back to HER boyfriend.

Katara peered in through the crack in the door to see a girl a couple of inches smaller than her, with long blonde hair and… in Katara’s night gown! Her heart stopped as she thought over the possibilities.

He couldn’t be cheating on me. He told me he loved me. He’s not a liar. Maybe she’s a cousin or something. Yeah that must be it.

However, she remained unconvinced as she watched the pair talk in the kitchen. The blonde girl placed a hand on his arm, and pulled him down for a kiss.

It was just a peck on the lips. Cousins do that.

She then snaked her hand into his house coat, and pulled him closer, smiling all the while.

Just cousins, who are really, really close. That’s all.

Kesuki then put his hand on the girl’s buttocks and leant down to kiss her. Not just on the lips this time. His tongue was flicking around as he travelled down her neck, and the girl moaned quietly.

Really close.

Kesuki pulled back as someone else entered the kitchen. Katara was too busy trying to delude herself that she didn’t recognise his presence, until she heard him speak, (in Japanese of course).

“Don’t stop on the account of me. I don’t mind watching.” He sat down in front of the pair. The blonde looked terrified and Kesuki pulled her closer. Katara’s insides were knotted and she couldn’t think straight. It was him! What was he doing here?! Kesuki spoke up.

“What are you doing here? She isn’t coming until tomorrow morning, I told you that.” Katara’s breath hitched. Kesuki went to continue when the man put his hand up, effectively silencing him. He looked around the room until his gaze fell on the door that Katara was currently hiding behind.

SHIT!

She jumped back silently as she heard three kunai hit the door. She dashed for the fireplace, fumbling for the jar of floo powder in her pocket. There was a loud bang and Katara stood face to face with the man who killed her brother, and who so horribly violated her.

“My my! It has been a while. You look prettier than I remember, little avatar!” he reached over to play with her hair when she whacked his hand away. He laughed as she backed away.

What is wrong with you! Kick his ass and get back to the Weasleys. Back to the burrow and safe! Move. Move… Move!!!!

But Katara just stood, staring at the towering man before her. Flashbacks of what he did to her not even a year ago came flooding back. His hot breath as he breathed and panted in her ear, the wet kisses he had planted on her body, they way he forced himself in, breaking the skin that was her virginity, the way he slapped her, called her names like slut and whore, how he had dislocated her limbs so she couldn’t move, and all she could do was lie there, how he came inside of her, hot and sticky, moaning her name like she was his, how he laughed at her and made her brother watch. The look on Arashi’s face plagued her nightmares.

He sneered as he walked closer to her.

“You were a fantastic fuck, I’ll give you that. So tight.” Kesuki had entered the room now, and looked over to Katara.

“I’m sorry” was all he said before he stepped back out, and shut the door behind him.

“Not very loyal is he. You know he helped in capturing you and your brother. Told me where you lived, and how to get to the pair of you. He had never mentioned that you were brother and sister however. When you and your brother were brought back to my lair, he begged me to let you go, so he did. Told me you were everything to him, just to take Arashi.” He laughed and took a step forward. Katara shook all over, trying to calm herself, but the way he mentioned her brother’s name made her see red. Rage boiled up inside and she reached for her pouch that was tied around her leg. The figure in front did not flinch as she pulled out some shurakin and kunai. She readied herself for the on coming attack, but it never came. “There is no reason for us to fight, if you just come with me you will be unharmed.”

“Shut up!” Katara shouted with emotion ragged in her voice.

“Well you can’t say I didn’t try” He was gone in a second, and had reappeared behind her. She kicked him in the knee and jumped away, throwing the kunai at his head. He easily dodged and ran towards her. She side stepped out of his reach, grabbing his arm as he shot by, and pulled him round to kick him in the face. He caught her foot and pushed it over her head, throwing her back. She landed on her feet in a crouched position and waited for his next attack. It came swiftly, and Katara dodged it easily. They fought for a while, only earning slight scratches and small cuts on each other. The man obviously grew tired of this when he attacked again, but this time pulled out a sward from nowhere. He had aimed it at her heart, and she only had time to move slightly so as the blade slid through her body missing any vital organs. She grabbed the sward and pulled it through herself until the hilt rested on her skin. She grabbed the other’s hands and twisted them both so that he had to let go.

Katara’s vision was failing her, and the room began to spin. Blood was dripping out of her chest, and she could taste it in her mouth. She held onto the sward so as to steady it as she made a some what stumbled run for the fireplace, pulling out the jar of floo powder. She felt a searing pain as she was struck by a kunai in the shoulder, and the man had jumped on her leg, effectively breaking it. He grabbed her by the hair, and lifted her up, snickering.

“You thought you could beet me did you? I’m at least three times your age, and have been in a hell of a lot more fights than you. Ignorant bitch!” he spat. Katara took this point to hook him in the jaw, sending him across the room and knocking her into the fire place.

“The Burrow!” she yelled as she smashed the jar of powder on the floor. She was hit with a couple of kunai as the green flames engulfed her body, and she heard a fading scream.

She was twirling and smashing off of other fire places as she floo-ed across the world. She could hardly stay awake let alone stand and twirl safely. She felt the flames warm up as she approached her destination.

Meanwhile.

George lay sleeping in the chair he was sitting in when he was woken by green. He looked around desperately trying to focus his eyes in the dark. As he stood up he felt something fall into him with a muffled cry, and he quickly wrapped his arms around it, realising it was a person. Out of instinct, he dragged the now limp body over to the couch, and tried to lie it down, but something was clanking off the floor. He reached down and felt around when he cut him self on a… blade? The blade was wet, and was protruding out of the back of the body. He looked down at the bodies’ chest, and saw a hilt gleaming in the moonlight that came through the living room window.

“MUM!” George screamed, realisation crashing down on him. He stood holding the body of Katara. She coughed up blood, and gargled horribly on it. “MUUUUUM!” he heard footsteps running down the stairs and into the living room. The lights were on and George’s worst nightmare was coming true.

“George what is all this racket…” she faded out as she saw what he was holding. The rest of the Weasley family had now come down to see what all the commotion was about.

“Katara!” Fred shouted as he ran towards his brother taking her other arm. Molly started shouting out orders to family members, and set to work.

“Fred, George! Lie her on her side– no other side– and one hold her head and make sure she doesn’t choke on the blood. The other come her and help me pull this…” She gulped trying to stifle her panic “…sward out.” George moved to hold Katara’s head, and Fred pulled on the hilt of the sward as Molly held Katara’s body still. Once the sward was out, molly pulled out her wand and tried to close the wound up. “Percy, hurry up with that potion!” Molly bellowed, growing more panicked by the second. “No Fred, don’t touch those yet. She’ll lose to much blood at once.” she blurted out, referring to the kunai Fred was touching, and continued to cast charms and spells upon Katara’s limp body.

Percy ran into the room holding a small vile, and Molly thanked him. She handed it to George instructing him on how to administer it.

“Just tilt her head round a bit, yes like that, now open her mouth slightly and pour it in, slowly, we don’t want her choking.” George fumbled and uncapped the bottle with numb fingers. As he tried to pour the liquid into Katara, her body started convulsing. Molly shrieked as she grabbed her legs, and ordered Fred and Percy to hold her down.

George just stared at her flailing body, feeling tears prickle at the back of his eyes.

‘She’s going to die’ a voice in his head shouted. ‘She can’t die! Please! Don’t die! Katara!’ George was snapped out of his thoughts as Fred punched his shoulder.

“Hurry up!” George nodded and poured the potion into her mouth. Her body continued to thrash around, and she chocked on the potion, but after a few seconds, she began to calm. Ron came running in at that moment with a basin full of hot water, a cloth, and some bandages. Mr Weasley followed looking very pale.

“I’ve called for a doctor. They said at this time of year they are really busy, but someone will be out as soon as possible.” He looked down at the blood soaked body of Katara and sighed. “Is she ok?” he didn’t take his eyes off her when Molly explained about the fits.

Molly began cleaning her up, saying all the boys had to leave so she could at least save Katara some of her dignity. She closed up small cuts and scrapes, cleaned up deep wounds, and bandaged her body. When she came to her leg, she realised it was broken.

“Oh dear. So young… so young.” She sighed as she shouted for George to find her clean clothes for Katara. He quickly retrieved some and handed them through the door. He then waited outside for his mum to say he could see her.

“You alright mate?” Ron had appeared and was currently sliding down the wall into a crouching position. George followed suit, and looked at his brother.

“No” he mumbled into his arm which was resting over his knees. Ron looked at his brother. His clothes were soaked in blood, and he had tear tracks running down his cheeks.

“She’ll be alright!” Ron tried to comfort, but George didn’t seem to hear him. He just stared at the wall in front as another tear hurtled down his face. “Maybe you should go get changed. Take a shower or something.” George looked over to Ron and smiled weakly.

“Not until I know she’s ok.” So Ron and George sat together and waited.

There was a knock at the door and they heard Arthur talking to someone.

“She’s just through here.” He led the man to the living room and tapped on the door “Molly, it’s the doctor. Can we come in?” the door opened, and a very dishevelled looking Mrs. Weasley motioned for them to come in. She stepped in front of George as he tried to get in as well.

“I think it would be best if you maybe got a shower, changed and just went to bed. I’ll let you know if she wakes up.” she started pushing George back as she shut the door.

“But I want to see her! Is she ok? I want to know what’s happening!” he tried to reason with her but she wasn’t listening. “Mum?” he asked tentatively. She still didn’t look at him as she pushed him into the kitchen and took a seat at the table. She stared at her hands which were caked in blood, and muttered something under her breath. The four siblings all looked at each other, and then at their mother. “Mum?” George tried again.