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Demons	By : StephBlack Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1207 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or the Potter-verse characters (except my OC Jade). I made no profit from the writing of this story.

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Chapter One ~ Don’t Get Too Close, It’s Dark Inside

     Jade Black leans against the kitchen counter in The Burrow as she watches the Weasleys crowd around the elusive Charlie with a huge group hug in typical Weasley fashion. Her arms cross and her hands grasp onto shoulders, as though she subconsciously pleas to be hugged and loved in the same manner. She emits a quiet sigh and, crosses her arms instead. She doesn’t have any family to hug. Not anymore.

     She smiles as she sees Charlie’s so-freckled-it-looks-tanned arm shoot up into the air above the sea of redheads, joking that he’s being suffocated and needs to escape. This smile, however, doesn’t quite reach her blue-gray eyes. That variety of smile is a distant memory, and she wasn’t one for nostalgia.

     “Alright, alright, let the man breathe everyone. We’ll have plenty of time for hugs later,” Bill instructed, having mercy on his little brother.

     “Thanks, mate,” Charlie exhales, attempting to break from his mother’s embrace, who doesn’t appear quite ready to let go, latching herself onto his torso as her petite frame prevents her from reaching his neck without pulling him down.

     “Oh, Charlie, it’s so great to have you home. And just in time for Bill’s wedding!” she pulls away and looks up to his shaggy mane. “But that hair, dear...” she adds dismally.

     “I knew it wasn’t long before she mentioned it,” Charlie exclaims, looking at his eldest brother who knew full-well, having been engaged in a life-long battle with Molly over his decision to keep his hair long.

     “That actually might be a record for her. Usually she mentions my hair before I even enter the house,” Bill laughs, gently poking fun at his mother.

     “Really, now! No best man will have that kind of hair- and certainly no son of mine!” she wags her finger at Charlie who nods, knowing he, too, had lost the battle. “We’ll fix that right up after dinner. Come on now, everyone, let’s settle down and get ready to eat.” Molly turns towards the counter to resume her chopping when she notices their special raven-haired guest.

     “Oh, Jade, don’t act like such a fly on the wall! You are family too, after all.” Molly presses her hands affectionately against Jade’s cheeks and beams, residual tears still sparkling in her eyes.

     Molly and Arthur have always treated Jade as a bonus daughter, just as they had with Harry Potter. Ever since she met Fred and George Weasley on their first train ride to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in their first year, they became fast friends and, since then, Jade was always welcome at the Burrow for holidays, as she didn’t have much of a family to turn to. She even had the special privilege of receiving a custom-made jumper every Christmas, which Jade deeply treasured and wore with pride, even if the biological Weasley children did not.

     Now, having graduated from Hogwarts- officially, and not the special way Fred and George chose to make their exit- she was working with the boys at Weasley Wizard Wheezes behind the scenes, tending to the paperwork, finances, and all other tedious tasks the boys couldn’t be bothered with doing, as well as acting as the official head for their female-friendly product line. And she loved every minute of it. They all resided together in a flat above their shop in Diagon Alley, but were currently staying at the Burrow for a few weeks as they edged closer to Bill and Fleur’s nuptials. Since this was the first time the entire family congregated together since their trip to Egypt, who knows if they would have another chance in such dark and trying times. Her life practically revolved around this incredible, loving family and she did look upon them as surrogates for what she’s lacked her whole life.

     In spending so much time with the Weasleys, she also grew closer to Harry Potter. Other than being the only two black-haired people in the family, they had one other connection: Sirius Black, who died exactly one year, one month, and one week to this day. She was only two years old when she was orphaned and had no recollections of her parents, and didn’t know the truth of her parentage or their respective outcomes until her fifth year at Hogwarts when Sirius escaped from prison and Albus Dumbledore told her the full story. Her mother, going after Sirius, had been among those killed in the blast created by Peter Pettigrew to frame Sirius. Sirius was hysterical and cradling his wife’s limp and lifeless body when the Aurors arrived.

     Jade had been sent to live with her next of kin, her mother’s sister. Although she was grateful to them for providing for her, she never was truly loved and embraced as her aunt’s own child. Her second chance at being a normal family and having her father again was tragically cut very short... By none other than a blood relative: Bellatrix Lestrange. Some family. So, Jade sought to build her own family, gravitating to the unconditional acceptance and perpetual love offered by the Weasleys, and bonding through grief with Harry and Remus Lupin. As far as she was concerned, this was her family, along with clinging onto the few details and memories she had regarding her time with her parents, as they could never truly be replaced.

     Jade couldn’t help but smile- as much as she could- as a result of Molly’s kind gesture. She places her hands upon those of her surrogate mother and quietly mutters her thanks.

     “Always, sweetheart. You have met Charlie, haven’t you?”

     “Actually, no, I haven’t. We never seem to cross paths.”

     Molly gasps in disbelief, quickly turns, grabs hold of Jade’s hand and pulls her through the crowded kitchen. “Darling, you have to meet someone!” she sings.

     Charlie, at the sound of his mother’s call, halts the conversation he was engaging in with Bill and Fleur and searches for his mother’s head bobbing among the multitude of gingers.

     “Charlie, this is Jade. You have heard of her, of course, especially from Fred and George.”

     Charlie prepares his smile to finally meet the elusive Jade, but this quickly evaporates once they lock eyes.

     “Hi Charlie. It’s great to finally make your acquaintance.” Jade smiles sweetly and extends her hand.

     Charlie weakly shakes her hand, a barely audible ‘hey’ is all he can muster. He can’t tear his gaze away from her blue-gray eyes, bordered by thick, full black lashes.

     She retracts her hand from his palm, blush creeping against her alabaster cheeks. Molly notices the exchange and gasps, places her hands over her mouth and rapidly looks to and fro to the- in her mind, anyway- participants in the next Weasley wedding.

     Charlie awkwardly looks down at his feet and clears his throat.

     Jade stifles a giggle at seeing a bulky and tough- and admittedly gorgeous- man rendered to the state of a schoolboy. “Well, welcome home.” She turns to Molly. “No.” Hoping to have quelled the rapidly churning cogs in Molly’s mind, she turns to exit the kitchen, hearing Molly emit a defeated whimper as she climbs the winding staircase.

    No chance that’s going to happen. Although she knew very little about Charlie, she knew he came from great stock and, if he’s anything like his siblings, he’s a saint; made of gold. But after your heart has been through 12-rounds with the world’s top heavyweights, you’re not really enthused at the idea of opening yourself up again and becoming vulnerable- not even to a Weasley.

     Jade enters Percy’s old bedroom where she’s been sleeping and plops herself, face-first, onto the bed, groaning into the pillow. Her hand encounters her one true vice. Some people turn to alcohol, others turn to shopping, and others have ice cream to drown their sorrows and push away their worries and bad memories. Jade has music. Although she lives a relatively-Muggle-device-free lifestyle, there were some things she could never part with, one of which being her iPod. She enjoys listening to wizard rock, but it still didn’t compare to Muggle music. Even Fred and George agree with her whenever she introduces them to new bands and artists. Although the sound slightly cracks and fizzles due to the magic in the air, staticy music was better than no music at all.

     She places the ear buds into each respective ear, and automatically clicks on the music, resuming her former place in one of her favourite songs. She gladly allows the myriad of sounds to overcome her. She closes her eyes and her sense of sound heightens.

Music: On.

World: Off.

“I want to hide the truth

I want to shelter you

But with the beast inside

There’s nowhere we can hide...”
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