People believe that history always finds a way to repeat itself
Perhaps, not entirely
But it still does.
Where the past watches their future
OR
Where the past is attacked by the train of deja-vu's
* I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. *
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Cytherea is seen parking at front of Achilles's house, knocking on the door.
"Cytherea? Why, hello" Ariana greeted opening the door "Achilles isn't at home, dear. He's with the Malfoys" Ariana stared at the girl. Was was she here in such an hour? Ariana was sure she had snuck out, no one would allow kids out at four in the morning for Merlin's sake.
"Four in the morning? Merlin, that's so reckless" Achilles said
"As if you're one to say"
"Oh? Well I'm not here for him"
"Severus isn't here either" Ariana softly smiled
"I'm not for professor either. I have a favour to ask you"
"A favour?"
"Yes......."
The duo is seen walking upto the fireplace and Cytherea grabs a handful of floo powder
"Are you sure you have the right address?"
"Positive" Cytherea beamed "THE BURROW" she passionately hated travelling this way.Every time she used the Floo Powder to travel, she would arrive disoriented and nauseous. She never grew accustomed to the dizzying and disconcerting feeling that accompanied the travel, though she appreciated the convenience it provided. Regardless, her head was always reeling and her heart pumping. How enjoyable
"I hate the floo network as well" Sirius slumped in his chair "but I hate apparation even more"
"Is there anything you don't hate?"
"My hair and Moony"
The said personally blushed, burying his face in his arms
It was almost morning when Cytherea found herself at the living room of the burrow. The Weasley family's living room is located in the center of the Burrow, with the other rooms branching out from it like spokes on a wheel. The walls are adorned with photos of the family, including each member of the Weasley clan and a few notable friends. A cozy fireplace sits in the center of the room, surrounded by cushioned, overstuffed furniture and warm pillows.
"Weasley look-alike?" Cytherea heard someone say. Looking up she found George or was it Fred grinning down at her.
"Hello one of the twins"
"What are you doing here?" He helped her to her feet. "At this hour?"
"Oh, well.....I don't really know. I just wanted to see Ron" Cytherea gave a shrug
"Little Ronnie....aeh....you could do better" He patted her head
"It was disgusting he even thought that" Ron scrunched his face
