AN- Hi, I've decided to start a Potter Weasley fanfic. Please review and leave comments. I'm only 13, so don't expect too much from me.
A rooster crowed merrily as golden slivers of sun light bathed a ramshackle house in a happy glow. The sky was smeared with a peachy orange, soft pink, and a full lavender. The sun rose steadily, wiping away the remains of the indigo night, and everything that was with it. It was the beginning of a new day. A young girl with flaming red hair and startling emerald eyes turned in her bed, opening her eyes slowly yet deliberately. She scrunched up her freckled nose and yawned, stretching her arms above her head. She licked the corners of her lips, and rubbed her eyes but a loud bang startled her out of her stupor, and she ended up poking herself in the eye.
"Fred!" she said reproachfully, glaring at her older brother. Fred Weasley had just apparated onto her bed.
"What are you doing here?" she asked in an annoyed voice.
"Mum wants you down to help her and Ginny with breakfast. She had asked Ron to wake you, but luckily I got here before him."said Fred
He was rudely interrupted by a bang on the door, signalling that Ron had climbed up three flights of stairs and come to wake her up. He pushed open the door and gasped for breath.
"Mum- wants-you... oh, you're already here to tell her Fred," panted Ron
"Thanks Ron", said Lizzy Weasley, as he slumped against the doorway, regained his composure, and started the gruellingly painful journey back down the stairs.
Lizzy slowly made her way to the kitchen, wondering what the tantalising smell that was wafting from it was.
AN- Yes, I know it's short, but it's only the first chapter!