A/N This story is set in Half Blood Prince, but these first few chapters will be explaining all the years beforehand. I will follow the books AS CLOSELY AS I CAN. However, this does NOT give you a right to yell at me for the timeline being off, especially since I've added quite a few new characters. I've been there, done that. Also, keep in mind that these stories will intertwine with each other, but they won't be directly important to the war on Voldemort. It will mostly be based on another villain I have created. I obviously do not own Harry Potter or anything affiliated with it, but I do own my characters Zaria, Natalie, Bliss and Nicolette. Review, my pretties! ^_^
Flicker, Flicker
Dance, dance
Naughty little light in the palm of my hand
You glow and spark
Such delightful fun
Flicker, Flicker
Dance, Dance
Shiver, Shiver
Glitter, Glitter
Cold little shard in the palm of my hand
You sparkle and shimmer
So marvelous rare
Shiver, Shiver
Glitter, Glitter
Flicker, Shiver
Stay, Stay
Never leave my hands again
You're better together
See how you shine
Flicker, Shiver
Stay, Stay
~ An original poem by me~
Chapter One: The Un-Weasley Weasley
~Natalie~
Even when I was younger, I sort of knew I wasn't a real Weasley. Of course, Fred and George 's teasing only made it worse. However, I didn't have the trademark red hair or the blue eyes. No, I got orange eyes for some reason, and long black curly hair. Plus some incredibly strange looking mark on my arm that looked like a fireball, but it was only half complete. Mum would tell me I was her daughter all the time when I got down about how I looked so different.
''Your Great Aunt Tessie had thick curls just like you do, and I'm sure somewhere down the line, one of our ancestors had those pretty orange eyes of yours. Don't fret, love. And don't listen to what your brothers say. You know how they are.'' She whispered comfortingly, patting me on the back.
My first year as a witch at Hogwarts, I found myself getting much closer to Fred and George. They found several friends-especially Lee Jordan. Over the years, we would become the best pranksters in the school. Of course, it started with finding the Marauder's Map after Fred got caught by Filch after he got in trouble for the first time. As soon as he saw it, he nicked it and brought it back to Gryffindor tower. We were all amazed at what it was… and what we could do with it.
By our second year, we had figured out every single passageway in the school and we used them all to our advantage in one way or another. Everything was the same at Hogwarts, though. Nothing had really changed. Of course, the fact that it was so quiet could easily be chalked up to the fact that Voldemort and his counterpart Zaria still remained unseen or heard of.
Now, coming into our third year, we were all changing. My eyes had gotten brighter, my hair became longer, thicker and darker, I had got more slender and my figure was finally changing. I was getting hips now! Fred and George were growing out their Weasley hair, and they were much taller then me. I was NOT happy about this. Besides us, the school was changing. Harry Potter was sorted into Gryffindor house, and somehow, we all knew things were going to get interesting. By the end of the year, Harry Potter lay in the Hospital wing sleeping. He had just killed our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Professor Quirell, who was trying to steal the Sorcerer's Stone for Voldemort who was attached to him. He had a rough year. The kid, not the teacher-although considering the beginning and the end of his year, he had a rough year too. Anyway, he was chosen as Gryffindor seeker (I was picked to be a Chaser and Fred and George were Beaters) in Quidditch, and thanks to him we started winning again. This was only the first year he was here… what would his second year bring?
By our fourth year everything was different. People were getting attacked-petrified. Leave it to Harry Potter and his friends, who discovered it was a Basilisk committing these attacks and saved my little sister Ginny from dying in the Chamber of Secrets. Ron and Hermione were Harry's friends-Ron obviously being my youngest brother and Hermione being a brainy Gryffindor with a respect for the rules. Once everyone was put right again, Hogwarts became safe again at long last.
Fifth year was started with the worst news ever- mass murderer Sirius Black and Voldemort's lover Zaria had broken out of Azkaban and Sirius would be looking for Harry. Zaria would of course be starting trouble at some corner of the world. Since I was closest with Fred and George, I didn't actually know a lot about Harry (aside from spending some time with him in his second year when me, Ron, Fred and George came to rescue him from home) but at the end of the year he entrusted me with a secret he wouldn't tell anyone else. Sirius Black was the good guy, and Ron's rat, Scabbers was actually an animagus. His true identity was Peter Pettigrew and he sold Lily and James Potter to Voldemort. He was the whole reason Harry had to live with his horrible Aunt and Uncle. Harry helped Sirius escape capture on Buckbeak, the hippogriff that scratched Draco Malfoy and was ordered to be executed. Every year something huge happened to Harry. With me and the boys however, everything was normal. Except for the fact that we handed over the Marauder's Map to Harry and his friends. We already knew all the passages anyway.
We entered our Sixth year feeling confident. Just before school started, we went to go see the Quidditch World Cup to see Ireland and Bulgaria duke it out. Harry Potter and Hermione Granger both came with us, and I got a chance to hang around both of them more. When school started, however, I had never felt so alienated from my family and friends in my whole life. Now that I was sixteen, I was getting a lot of attention from the guys at Hogwarts. My first boyfriend? A guy by the name of James Stone. He turned out to only want me for the one thing I wasn't going to give him… my body. He kept pushing me and pushing me, but I wouldn't give anything to him. Of course, the Triwizard Tournament was going on at this time (and of course Harry Potter was somehow picked to be the second Hogwarts champion, even though this was against the rules and he was FORCED to go through with it) as well so his constant pushing wasn't welcome. If it weren't for Fred and George (who came to my aid when James had me trapped in the room of requirement) I probably would've gotten hurt beyond repair this year. As it turns out, we broke up before the Yule Ball, and I had no date to the ball, but I did get asked to go by Harry. I told him I would, and Ron went with Parvati Patil. Hermione of course, went with Viktor Krum, not only one of the students from Durmstrang, but a famous Seeker on the Bulgarian Quidditch team as well. Fred went with Angelina Johnson from the Gryffindor Quidditch team and George went with a girl named Bliss Tonks who had been vying for his attention for YEARS.
I'll never forget the ending of the third task of the Triwizard Tournament, though. Everyone was so happy to see Harry and Cedric back when suddenly, a girl in the first row screamed. Cedric Diggory had died, and Harry Potter along with Professor Dumbledore talked about how Lord Voldemort had risen again and murdered a student who once walked through these halls. Now Zaria and Voldemort would be reunited… and they would bring hell upon the world once more.
Finally. Our Seventh year. Too bad it had to include Dolores Umbridge, a horrible toad of a woman who decided to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. Although she may have bee n at the Ministry of Magic, the old hag sucked the life and fun out of everything she was involved in. Fred and George talked about their joke shop constantly with me, and we even joked that if they ever got the place to run said joke shop, I would be working with them. I helped sell their products in Hogwarts… why not? By halfway through the year, I quit the Quidditch team because Harry, Fred and George all weren't allowed to be in the team anymore after a nasty fight with Malfoy. The twins kept talking about leaving school to start the joke shop with the money Harry gave them from his Triwizard earnings. Finally, both boys made a plan. We were going to leave. We successfully managed to set off fireworks, turn one of the corridors into a swamp and all three of us got our brooms from the dungeon, and in a whirl of smoke, wind, and fire, we escaped the school. You should have seen Umbridge's face! Mum wouldn't be happy about the three of us getting our joke shop, but I was alright with that. I was going to miss Hogwarts and all our crazy antics, though. After we got our Joke shop up and running, we found out that Umbridge was booted out of Hogwarts, but at a terrible price-Sirius Black, Harry Potter's Godfather and member of the Order of the Phoenix (the secret organization fighting Voldemort) had died in a struggle at the Ministry of Magic between Voldemort and Dumbledore, plus the Order and the Death Eaters. It was all over a prophecy, too. A day or so after these events happened, we got a surprise visitor to the shop.
''Dumbledore? What are you doing here?'' I frowned, helping Fred lift a rather heavy box filled with broken glass. We were still trying to fix this old place up to get the shop running.
''You are well aware of the events at the Ministry of Magic, Natalie?''
''Yes. I'm really very sorry. Sirius was really nice to me, and I know he meant a lot to Harry.'' I whispered, dusting off my apron.
''It's quite alright, and yes, he did mean a lot to Harry. Still does, of course. I did not come here to talk to you about those events however. Didn't your brother tell you about the prophecy?''
''Yes, but they said it broke.''
''No, not the one concerning Harry. The one concerning you.''
''Me?'' I gasped.
''I suppose Ron forgot to tell you. I'm afraid I will need to interrupt your cleaning. All three of you.'' Fred and George looked up from the counter they were dusting off.
''Why?''
''Trust me, miss Weasley. It's of the utmost importance. Take my hands, and we will all apparate to my office. The rest of your family and friends are waiting there.'' Without another word, I shed my apron and obeyed Dumbledore's words. After that horrible being sucked down a tube feeling that comes with apparating, we looked around and realized we were inside the headmaster's office. Mum, dad, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Neville, and most of the Order were there already. Some were leaning against the wall, others were sitting in the poofy armchairs Dumbledore liked to conjure up.
''What is this all about?'' I asked, folding my arms as the headmaster went to sit behind his desk and peer around at us through his half moon spectacles.
''Molly, if you please-''
''I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Albus.''
''You agreed to tell her when the time was right. She is outside of school now, and the time has come.''
''Yes, yes… alright.'' Mum sighed.
''What is it?'' She got to her feet and said for everyone to hear…
''Natalie, you are my daughter. I have raised you all these years.. But… I did not give birth to you.''
''What?''
''You were there on our doorstep, all bundled up. You couldn't have been more then one year old. No one was around, so I assumed that…. Someone wanted to keep you safe.'' She said, teary eyed.
''I'm… I'm not a Weasley?'' My heart nearly stopped.
''Of course you're a Weasley! It's just that… we aren't your real parents.''
''And you're telling me this now? After all these years? You all knew I suspected it! Did… all of you know?'' Fred and George looked away. Ron's ears went red. Harry and Hermione looked awkward. The rest of the Order members were silent.
''I'm sorry, Natalie. So sorry.'' Mum whispered, tears sliding down her face.
''Is that what you wanted me here for?'' I breathed, feeling the tears pricking at my eyes. I just wanted to leave. More than anything I wanted to go back to the flat above the joke shop,, lay in bed, and just cry.
''Yes and no, my dear girl. We also wanted you here to inform you of the prophecy that Neville Longbottom spotted with your name on it, Zaria's name on it and the name of another girl. Unfortunately, he can't seem to remember the other name.''
''But the prophecy, it smashed when we were escaping and I heard a part of it. There was something about fire, ice, the Dark Lord's only true companion, and something about twins.'' Neville told me.
''And? Have any of you figured it out?''
''We are attempting to decipher it, but without the original prophecy, the task is very daunting.''
''So, you brought me here to tell me there is some prophecy about me and nobody knows what it means, and that I'm not a true Weasley?''
''Natalie…''
''When you figure it out please tell me-'' I was about to apparate, but I forgot that you can't apparate in or out of Hogwarts. I needed Dumbledore to escort us back.
''I will take all three of you back in a moment, but first, it is important that you know that we are doing all we can to find your real parents. I believe they are not dead. I have several theories, but each is as unlikely as the next. I will keep you updated on my findings. We are tying. I'm sorry we did not tell you sooner, Natalie.'' His apology sounded sincere.
''Can we go, please?'' I couldn't bear to look at them all anymore. I was turning red, and I could feel the tears welling up.
''As you wish.''
After we apparated back, I could feel Fred and George's gazes on my back.
''If you want, we can finish cleanup down here.'' Fred muttered apologetically.
''Thanks, guys.'' I headed upstairs to sleep off this day like it had never happened.