Broken Arrow (George Weasley)

NOTE: This is an odd way of starting the story but it’s how it played out in my head. Her last name is pronounced Nick-oh-lie.

George’s POV
Fred and I were walking through the corridors, as usual trying not to get caught by Flitwick or Snape. All of a sudden I heard a loud pop.
“What the Bloody Hell was that?” I whispered to Fred
“I don’t know, but you ready to find out?” Fred replied in the same voice
“Would I be related to you if I wasn’t.”
“Well, I guess not.”
We started walking toward where we had heard the pop. After about an hour, Fred grabbed the maurdaurs map from me. We’re so stupid, why didn’t I think of that?
Fred pointed to the map, “Have you seen this name on here before?” he asked
“No, who’s Phoenix Nicoli?” I asked
“No clue, but are you ready to find out?”
“Oh Gred, when am I not ready?”
“When I’m not ready, Forge.”
We walked into the next corridor. I looked on the map again, shocked to see that she should be directly to my left. Why isn’t she here? I thought. I suddenly looked down, trying to sort out my thoughts. I saw a strand of blonde hair, I followed the strand until I got to a girls body. Her face was covered in blood and dirt. I screamed, her eyes were closed and her body cold and blue.
“Fred get Dumbledore!” I yelled while picking her up
“What, why woul-” Fred stopped in the middle of his sentence, I turned around and he was looking at the girls face.
“Hurry before she dies!”
Then I ran, I ran to the Hospital wing and quickly put the girl on a bed. “Madame Pomfrey!” I screamed
“George Weasley what have you done?” Madame Pomfrey said as she walked over to me
“Saved someone, what have you done?” I said sarcastically
That got the old hag running. She took one look at the girl.
“Phoenix.” She whispered in shock “George I’m afraid you’ll have to take her to Dumbledore.”
“Why? How do you know who she is, I found her on the floor.” I asked
“Go, before he can’t do anything! He will explain.”
I started running again, this time to Dumbledore’s office. Phoenix wasn’t really blue, she was extremely pale though. Her eyes fluttered open, they were blue like the ocean. To tell the truth she was beautiful, she looked perfect. Like a porcelain doll, her face was small but soft. Nothing about her looked off, she didn’t look crazy, or in pain. Well she didn’t look in pain until she gasped from her wound on her ribcage. Come on George, why didn’t you notice that in the first place?

Phoenix’s POV
“I will kill you slowly, Mudblood!” Bellatrix Lestrange said, she was inches away from my face
“Lestrange, have you ever heard of a toothbrush or a breath mint?” I said calmly smiling
“Phoenix Army Nicoli, I suggest that your little 15 year old mouth shut itself before I do with a needle and thread.” Bellatrix replied
“Now, now, Lestrange, I know you don’t have an active imagination, but why don’t you think of something better?”
She took her dagger and put it to my bottom lip, “Speak again child, and your lip will be cut at your own will.”
“Lestrange you don’t scare me. Knives don’t hurt me, neither does spells or any other thing. I know what scare you, the fact that a 15 year old can intimidate you and look sweet and innocent at the same time.”
Bellatrix took her dagger from my lips. It was quickly and swiftly stuck deep into my ribs. She punched me over and over again. I could do nothing, I was chained to a chair. After concentrating for a while I apperated to Hogwarts. Hogwarts the school I should’ve been at, the one that I should’ve made it to those four long years ago.
I fell to the floor as soon as I got to Hogwarts. I was weak and losing to much blood. I soon passed out.
When I woke up again, I was in someone’s arms. I looked up at their face, he was a ginger, with blue eyes, and freckles across his nose.
“W-who are you?” I asked trying not to throw up. See when I lose too much blood I throw up, I know weird right.
“Your awake, good were almost to Dumbledore.” He said smiling
“Who are you?” I asked one more time
“George Weasley, and you are Phoenix Nicoli.” He answered
George, he sounded… nice and caring. “How do you know me?”
“You name was on the map, and Madame Pomfrey said it.”

What do yall think? I hope it’s good, thanks for reading(:
~Caden