Lean On Me - Sequel to Proud To Be

In Athena Black's sixth year, she faces so much more things since previous years. With her father an escaped convict of Azkaban, and her godfather a werewolf, it brings much more trouble than you'd think. So when things start to get rough, her long time best friend and boyfriend, Fred Weasley, is more than willing to be there, so she can lean on him if in need.

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Athena's POV

The rest of the summer holidays flew by so fast I barely even realized it, and now we were getting ready to get on the Hogwarts Express. I hugged Molly goodbye and got on behind Fred, reaching for his hand.

He smiled and entered the compartment, me following behind him. He sat down and opened his arms, as if to tell me to sit on his lap. I did so without any hesitation and rested my head on his shoulder.

"Did you not get enough sleep last night?" He asked and I just shook my head.

"Your bed is awfully small and hard to fit two people in," I told him and ran my thumb over his knuckles.

"True." He agreed and kissed my head.

"MY FRIENDS! HOW ARE YOU?!" Lee burst in with George in tow.

"Lee, shut the hell up, mate." I told him, burying my face further in Fred's neck.

"I feel the love, Athena." He said, placing a hand over his heart with a smile.

"If you're going to be loud go away you twat."

"That's rude."

"Your face is rude."

"That doesn't even make sense."

"You, my friend, don't make any sense."

"Fred?"

"Yes?"

"What's wrong with your girlfriend?"

"The world may never know." He told him and I rolled my eyes.

"You prat," I said to Fred, scowling.

"Isn't she just adorable when she's angry?" Fred asked the other two, kissing my cheek.

"I will spit on you." I informed them all.

"Lovely. You got a good one, Fred." George said, sitting down.

"I agree," Lee and Fred said at the same time. Fred cast a questioning glance to Lee and he just shrugged.

"It's true."

"SHUT THE HELL UP OR IM GOING WITH HARRY, RON AND HERMIONE!" I yelled at them, glaring.

"Feisty," Fred started. "I like it." He smiled.

"Athena out," I said, standing up and walking to the compartment that held my three only friends I had other than the other prats I had just left.

I sighed and stepped in, completely defeated and exhausted. "Hey Athena," Ron smiled. I nodded in a return greeting. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just tired. And those bloody idiots wouldn't shut up. Mind if I stay here?" I asked.

"Not at all," Hermione smiled.

"Harry I never got a chance to ask - how were the muggles this summer?" I asked him.

"Terrible," he uttered. I looked at him with sympathy.

"Yeah, sorry you got stuck with them. There was no way in hell anyone was going to let you love with Remus and I. He even had a hard time convincing the ministry to let me stay with him. And he's my godfather, for

Christ's sake!" I exclaimed. "The grudges people have against werewolves make me sick," I said. The three of them nodded, agreeing with me. "I mean, it isn't their fault. Anyway, if it wasn't for that, I'd ask you to move in with us." I shrugged. "Nobody's going to let the famous Harry Potter love with a 'werewolf'." I said.

"You could always make a stand for werewolf rights?" Hermione suggested.

I laughed humourlessly. "Oh yes, they'll listen to a Black after what they think dad's done. Plus, I don't really think I'd want werewolves like Fenrir Greyback having any freedom," I spat the name like it was a sour taste in my mouth.

"You really dislike him, don't you?"

"He ruined Remus' life. I'd say it's MUCH more than dislike," I informed them. All three of them gave me a look of sympathy but I shrugged it off. No need for any of that. "Have any of you listened to muggle music? Well, that's a stupid question. Ron, have you ever listened to muggle music?" I smiled and re-directed the question to the ginger boy across from me.

He thought for a moment, but shook his head. "No, I haven't."

I let out a gasp of surprise. "Really? I'll have to show you it. It's absolutely fantastic! I've already annoyed your brother so much with it. And maybe Remus." I admitted with a sheepish smile. "It might be too punk rock for you though," I teased.

He mocked a hurt look. "How dare you? I'm the most punk-rockest person ever!"

"Do you even know what it means?" I laughed. He shook his head which caused me to laugh harder. "You weirdo."

***

The annual feast was as amazing as usual. The great hall was like a second home, I'd gotten so used to it after the six years of studying here. If been sitting next to George and Fred was across the table from me when he suddenly looked so distressed he had to make his brother change spots with him so he could be next to me. He grabbed my hand and sighed in relief.

"So much better." He smiled.

"You bloody idiot," I laughed and kissed him on the cheek.

After everyone finished with their food, Dumbledore stood again to make his announcements. Of course, everyone around me was listening, but me and Fred were fooling around and poking each other, seeing who would get caught first. But, Dumbledore made an announcement that immediately caught my boyfriend and his twins attention.

"The Tri-Wizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year!"

Fee and George looked at each other with excitement, but of course, there had to be an age restriction.

"That's rubbish!" I heard one of the twins yell from beside me.

"It's okay dear," I smiled and he rolled his eyes at me. "Wouldn't want you to die from a most dangerous task now, would I?" I smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

"Most definitely not, but we're going to find a way to get past the age line,"

"Oh I know you're to try, but how successful you'll be is the real question," I smiled.

"Don't doubt me," he pouted.

"I'm not doubting you, I'm just saying Dumbledore is an amazing wizard," I shrugged.

"Sure," he said with a skeptical smile.

"Oh you know I love you, you git." I grinned and he pressed his lips to my own.

"Well, dumbledore a finished talking, would you care to join me in the dormitories?" He asked with a suggestive wink.

"Oh you've just missed everything about our relationship this summer, didn't you?" I asked with a small laugh.

"Maybe, maybe not. But that wasn't the point." He told me.

"Oh I know what the point was, ginger, and I'm not objecting." I said and I saw his eyes light up like a kid on Christmas. "God, you're such a child." I laughed.

"I am, but you love me." He pointed out.

"That, I do." I said, letting him lead me up to the dormitories for the first time in two whole months.

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