After a decent meal and a good night's sleep, I woke up feeling sober, but still a bit tired. I felt the sun rays peering through the blinds and beating warmly against my skin. I was completely relaxed. The air smelled like eggs and bacon, and I could surely assume that George was cooking breakfast.
I sat up slowly and noticed a small pile of fresh clothes sitting at the foot over the bed. There was a small note on top. I reached over and took the note, unfolding it and immediately recognizing George's boy-ish writing:
"Morning, sunshine. I got Ginny to come over and bring you some fresh clothing. I guessed they'd fit, as you two are roughly the same size. She and Harry are staying for breakfast. I hope you slept well. Love, George."
I couldn't help but smile a bit at the note before finally getting out of bed and dressing myself in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I was slightly surprised they'd fit, but considering the fact that I'd hardly eaten this week, I shouldn't have been.
I walked toward the kitchen where the smell of breakfast on the stove got stronger, and I heard Ginny, George and Harry talking quietly about something. George sounded stressed.
"You can't go back, George. What if someone sees you?!" Ginny argued in a hushed voice. I stood back a bit, hiding around the corner of the wall.
"You could mess up the whole future." Harry added, obviously taking Ginny's side on the argument.
"Listen... I know it's dangerous, but you have to trust me! I know what I'm doing, and I'm going to do it. For Fred's sake." George concluded, and I heard him push out his chair.
Clearly, the argument was over, so there was no longer any point in hiding. I walked out, looking as though I'd heard nothing. Ginny and Harry were seated across from each other and George was standing at the stove, his back facing me. Ginny looked up at me and smiled.
"Morning, Kates, glad the clothes fit! How are you feeling?" she asked kindly, patting a spot on the table, between her and Harry. George turned around quickly as Ginny spoke my name, and I walked over and sat down at the table.
"Er, I'm alright, thanks." I replied tiredly as George placed a cup of tea in front of me. "thanks." I added.
A silence fell over the atmosphere like a blanket of fresh fallen snow. It felt awkward. I suddenly felt like I didn't belong, like I was an intruder. I sat and looked down at the mahogany table, praying for someone to diffuse the tension.
"Breakfast is almost done," George said to me with a faint smile. "you hungry?"
"Not really, but I suppose I have to eat sometime." I sighed.
George sighed too, and put some eggs and bacon on a plate, setting it in front of me with a fork. I reluctantly picked up the fork and took a bite of eggs. It felt good to finally have a good breakfast. George smiled.
"I never knew you cooked, Georgie. Especially this good." I commented with a light laugh. He laughed.
"I'm just full of surprises, huh?" he grinned.
"Wait, you mean you don't feel funny?" Harry asked seriously, examining every inch of my face as I shook my head. "I must say, I'm surprised he didn't mess with your food."
"I'd never to that to Katie while she's in this state! She needs to eat, not be driven away from all food!" George said, laughing.
Harry rolled his eyes and laughed a bit as George served him breakfast. As Harry poked his fork into the bacon, a bright red goo squirted all over his face, causing all of us to laugh. I looked over at George and saw him twirling his wand in his fingers as he winked at me. I grinned.
"Thanks, mate." Harry said with a grimace, getting up and walking over to the sink, wiping and rinsing his face.
"I can't say I didn't see that coming. I'll warn you next time, love." Ginny assured him, still laughing.
I chuckled and resumed eating breakfast. When everyone had finished and Ginny and Harry had left that afternoon, George headed into his office to do some paperwork for the shop. I followed him in. I felt this was probably the right time to ask George what was going on.
"George?" I said quietly, sitting on the arm of his chair.
"Yes, Katie?" he replied, taking out a quill and looking through the parchments, filling out forms and such. I sighed and looked at him.
"What were you, Harry and Ginny talking about before breakfast?"
"What d'you mean?" he asked, looking at me, a bit surprised.
"You know very well what I mean. You were talking about doing something for Fred." I frowned. George sighed and pulled me into his lap, resting his head against mine.
"Katie, you are my best friend. I want to tell you, love. I really do, but I can't." he murmured into my hair.
"You said it was dangerous."
"I was over-exaggerating."
"George Weasley, tell me what you are planning right now or I will leave and I won't come back." I said firmly, standing up and crossing my arms. George sat there and looked at me incredulously, his mouth hung open for a moment before he sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing his forehead.
"Katie... Kates..." he paused, sighing again. "Katie, you can't worry about me. But if it bothers you that much..." he took my hand and pulled me toward him, pulling me back into his lap and wrapping his arms around me. "I'm going to get my dad to get me a Time Turner from the Ministry. I'm using it to go back and save Fred." he explained.
"You can't!" I protested, frowning. "George, I want Fred back just as much as you do, but it's too dangerous! What if you get killed?!"
"I won't get killed, Kates. I just--" he stopped, seeing my eyes start to tear up. He held me close and kissed my forehead, not saying anything.
"I can't lose both of you..." I murmured softly into his shoulder.
"You won't. I promise." he said sincerely, closing his eyes and resting his head on mine. "everything will be okay." he whispered quietly.