Who: Amelie and Scorpius When: After talking with Pansy Where: The east beach What: Amelie has found out she's half a Weasley; a heart attack may ensue Rating: Mediumish if you understand French Status: Incomplete
She was a Weasley.
Amelie's head pounded and she felt that her cheeks were wet from the breeze. She never cried. It was weakness and she was never weak. But everything she knew didn't make sense anymore, did it? She didn't even know who she was.
Not entirely sure which way was east, she headed to the coastline and began jogging. She was barefoot and only had her journal. She had left her mother in her own cottage. She didn't want to see that woman, who was not her mother. At least not the one she had known for the past nineteen years. And her father. The one who was married with two other kids she had gone to school with. She didn't want to see him either. Or ever think of him ever again. He had chosen them over her and her mother. If anyone called her a bastard from that day on, she wouldn't be able to snap because they were right.
Silent tears dripping off her chin as she continued to move forward, she saw a dark figure up ahead. "Please tell me you didn't know. That you didn't know that George Weasley is my father," she pleaded as she approached Scorpius.