Chapter 12 : Missing you
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He stopped at the entrance of the office and faced the Gargoyle that guarded the entrance to it. He looked at it for a few moments as he tried to think of the password that would grant him access, he wasn’t sure if the gargoyle would respond well to begging.
But he didn’t have to resort to begging as the gargoyle seemed to spring to life and moved to the side. Louis watched as the door to the office opened and the Headmaster walked out towards him, stopping as he noticed that Louis seemed to be waiting for him.
“Ah, Mr Weasley, what a pleasant surprise this is. What can I help you with?” Professor Flitwick asked, looking up at the boy towering over him.
“Sir, I know that what I’m about to ask is highly unusual and probably against some sort of school rule. But is there any way that I can floo a message home? You see I was just sent a letter by my father to say that Freya has turned up at my house and is in tears, I think that her father kicked her out and I just want to make sure that she’s okay. I know that I could always send an owl, but it will drive me crazy waiting for a reply back, and I don’t know how long that will even take.” Louis began rambling, wringing his hands in front of him as he asked the Professor for this favour, he was hoping against hope that the Headmaster would agree to this, he really couldn’t stand the excruciating wait for Freya’s reply to any owls he would send her.
Flitwick looked at Louis for a few moments before answering, “As it is an emergency Mr Weasley, I shall allow it. Be thankful that the fireplace in my office is the only one open to such communications.”
Louis felt relief flood through him, “Thank you so much sir, I really appreciate this so much.”
Flitwick walked back through the door and up the circular stairs that would take him to his office, Louis following behind him. He entered the room and walked over to the fireplace on the right hand side of the room. He took his wand out of his pocket and pointed it at the fireplace, giving his wand a small flick, causing small flames to appear in the fireplace.
“The floo powder is here,” Flitwick told him, indicating the small pouch beside the fireplace, filled with what appeared to be ash. “Do you know how to floo someone like this?” he asked Louis.
“Yes, sir, I’ve seen my father do this before.” Louis told him with a small nod.
Professor Flitwick gave a small smile before walking away from Louis and back over to his office door.
“I shall give you privacy Mr Weasley, please remember that this is a special circumstance.”
“Thank you so much Professor, I promise that this will be the only time.” Louis told him, giving his Headmaster a thankful smile as he left the room.
Louis grabbed a handful of the powder before kneeling in front of the fireplace, the heat of the flames hitting his face and making him warmer than before. He took a deep breath before throwing the powder into the flames, causing them to turn green, and stuck his head into them. The heat, he was expecting to feel was replaced by a slight coolness to the face.
“Shell cottage,” He said loudly.
He felt a strange tugging on his head as he seemed to whizz past hundreds of different fireplaces, his head seemed to spin and stretch all at the same time, yet he didn’t feel any pain or discomfort at the fact. Just a slight nauseated feeling. He tried to take another deep breath but managed to breathe in some of the ash that was floating around him, causing him to cough and splutter.
His head stopped suddenly and he looked up, seeing the familiar scene in front of him. Only from an angle he has never experienced before.
He could see that the front room of his house was empty, save from the furniture that normally occupied it, nothing seemed different, and nothing showed that another person was now staying at the house.
“Freya,” Louis choked out, calling out into the empty room. “Is anyone there?”
He gave a few small coughs as he tried to clear his lungs of the ash that he breathed in earlier. He felt a strange tickling sensation across his chin and could feel it making its way up to his ears, it was becoming uncomfortable and he didn’t know how people could floo this way to talk to anyone for any long period of time.
He heard footsteps heading towards the front room and the door opened. Freya walked into the front room, looking around curiously, Dominique followed her in.
“Hello?” Freya asked the room, still looking around.
“Freya,” Louis said again.
“Louis,” Freya said in shock, her hand flying to her chest as she looked down at the fireplace to see that Louis’s head was in it.
“What are you doing here?” Dom asked her younger brother, bending down to peer into the fireplace, Freya standing behind her.
“I needed to see if Freya was okay,” Louis told her.
Dom gave him a warm smile. “I’ll just let you two talk, then,” she told him, before leaving the room, telling Freya to call her if she needed anything. Louis waited until Dominique walked out of the room before speaking again.
“What happened? Are you okay?” Louis asked urgently. It felt strange to have just his head in the fireplace, feeling the flames tickling his neck and yet not burning him.
Freya gave a wide grin as she stared at Louis’s head in the fire. She lowered herself down on the floor, with a bit of difficulty, and sat looking at him cross legged. He could see that her face was slightly blotchy and red from where she had been crying, but he couldn’t help but smile at the grin that was across her face.
“I’ve missed you,” She told him, leaning as close to the fire as she was able to with her protruding stomach in the way.
“I’ve missed you too.” Louis told her. “Listen Freya, I don’t know how long Professor Flitwick is going to let me use the floo for. How are you? What happened?”
Freya’s eyes seemed to glisten with fresh tears again as she gave a small shake of her head. “I couldn’t take the way that they were treating me as if I was making the biggest mistake of my life.”
Louis gave a nod as he watched her, still trying to get his head around the fact that she was there, that she had come to his house to be with him.
“They weren’t going to let me see you; I wanted nothing more than to see you, to be near you.” Freya sniffed, raising her hand a little as though to reach out to Louis’s face, but she held back through fear of burning herself on the flames.
“What if your parent’s come here?” Louis asked her.
Freya gave a small shrug, “I don’t know. I don’t think that they will, as I was leaving my father said that I won’t be allowed back unless I was willing to talk about adoption. I just don’t want to think about it, I don’t want to make a decision like that, not now.”
Louis wanted nothing more than to cradle her in his arms and wipe away the tears that were falling down her face, comforting her and telling her that everything was going to be okay, they were going to work it all out. That everything was going to fall into place and she and her parents would make up, but he knew that he couldn’t. He didn’t want to give her empty promises that he knew he might not be able to keep.
“He says that I’ll come crawling back when I realise just how hard this is going to be, that I’m not ready to be a mother and that it was obvious by the way I acted that I wasn’t ready for all of this.” Freya told Louis, who felt anger beginning to fill through him.
“He has no right to talk to you like that; he doesn’t know how you feel, or what you’re capable of. Freya he’s wrong, you can do this, we can do this.” Louis told her the anger coming out in his tone. He shifted slightly as he felt his knees begin to ache from being in the same position for this length of time.
Freya gave a nod and wiped her eyes with her hands as she looked at him. She looked at him for a moment and gave another small smile, Louis loved seeing her smiling.
“You should go back; I don’t know how long Flitwick will let you use the Floo for.”
Louis didn’t want to go back, he wanted to stay and talk to Freya and make sure that she was okay.
“I can’t believe that you’re here,” Louis said in an almost whisper.
“Me neither,” She told him, shifting slightly as she sat, her back arched slightly. “She’s moving around a bit and it’s a little uncomfortable.” She added, seeing Louis’s concerned look.
“I can’t wait to come back; I’ve missed you so much.” Louis told her.
“I’ve missed you too.”
“I’ll write to you, okay?” Louis told her. Freya gave a nod at him as she leant on her left hand and rubbed her side with her right one slowly, giving him another smile as she seemed to be trying to ignore the discomfort she was feeling.
“I’ll be able to write to you as well.”
Louis gave a grin. “I love you.”
“I know,” Freya said with a wide grin, she turned to look to her side and Louis saw his sister Victoire come into view. She was wearing a Quidditch jumper and her hair was falling out of its bun on top of her head, she looked like she hadn’t long woken up, which might have been true on Victoires part, she was probably out for most of the previous night and this morning with Teddy.
“Don’t worry Lou-Lou; we’ll make sure that Freya settles in.” Victoire told him, before blowing him a kiss. She held her hands out in front of her for Freya to take, and as Louis pulled his head out of the fire the last thing he saw was his sister, helping Freya get to her feet.
“You seem happy today,” Molly stated to Louis the next morning, taking a seat next to Horatio in the charms lesson. Lucy sat down on the other side of Molly and gave the boys a smile. Molly and
Lucy had arrived five minutes early for their lesson to find the boys already sat in there.
“Yeah, you do Louis. I like it. I’ve missed your smile.” Lucy stated, before looking at Horatio, who was watching her.
“Looking good Horatio,” she gave a wink at him.
Molly rolled her eyes and elbowed her twin sister in the side to shut her up. Lucy gave a laugh before leaning down to grab her bag. She pulled out an ink bottle, two quills and a few pieces of parchment for both her and Molly.
Horatio tilted his head to the side questioningly at Lucy, who looked up and waggled her eyebrows at him. Molly shook her head at her sister before leaning forwards to look at Louis.
“I got a letter from my dad last night,” Louis said quietly, leaning over Horatio to talk to Molly. Horatio decided to lean forward and distract Louis from talking.
“Dad said that Freya turned up at our house with a few bags packed. She walked out of her house after an argument with her dad.” Louis said, trying to move his head away from Horatio, who was attempting to run his right hand through Louis’s blonde hair.
“That’s great,” Molly stated, “well not that she had the argument, but that you’ll be able to see her.”
“Yeah, it is, Flitwick let me floo my house last night so – Horatio stop trying to lick my face.” Louis said with a laugh, moving away from him and rubbing his face with his hand, a small frown on his face.
“I couldn’t help it, your face was right there.” Horatio defended himself, Lucy high fived him with a laugh.
“She seemed to be a bit happier when I spoke to her, although she’s missing me, and missing being here.”
“That’s understandable; I would hate to be stuck at home on my own the whole time. Although now she’s got Dom and Vicki with her, so at least she’s not alone anymore.” Molly told Louis ignoring
Lucy and Horatio behind her, whose high five had seemed to escalate into them trying to make up a secret handshake.
“Dom and Vicki are pretty awesome people to be hanging around with. I would love to have them as my sisters.” Lucy told them, as Professor Flitwick made his way into the class, and the last few students to enter the room took their seats around the classroom.
Molly turned to face Lucy with an eyebrow raised at her in question, Lucy gave her a grin and then wrapped her arms around her and pulled her in for a tight hug. Louis worried a little by how tightly Lucy was hugging her sister, but Molly just gave a laugh and tried to shove her off of her.
“You know that you’re the best sister in the world Mollykins.” Lucy told her happily. She let go of Molly as Professor Flitwick called for them to be quiet, and turned to sit in her chair properly.
“Only when you want something,” Molly told her quietly. She sat back in her chair and turned to look at Horatio, who was grinning down at her. He gave her a small wink, which caused her heart to flutter, before looking at their teacher.
She tore her gaze away from Horatio and chanced a look back at Lucy, who was grinning madly at her, Molly knew that she had seen Horatio’s wink. Molly tried to stop the blush from creeping up her face as she tried to focus on the teacher, ignoring the knowing grin on Lucy’s face.
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