This is the start of my new Fred / OC fanfiction. Please review, i will update again after i get five reviews.
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The musky smell is the first that meets my nostrils as I step into the room. It's dark, like it usually is when I visit this place. The light from the crescent moon illuminates a part of the room in which dust particles gather and dart about freely. The wall is hard against my spine, but I press myself as far into the corner of the room as I can. Nobody must find me here. There is a bang coming from a level below me which rattles the floor where I stand. It won't be long; I know they're coming for me. The bad people. They have already taken Daddy. Mommy will be next, she told me to hide. So I did what I was told, I didn't want to hide because I don't know what is going on. The footsteps barrage on the stairs, it won't be long now. Mommy's waiting outside the door; I can see her shadow under it. She seemed scared, I am scared too. The footsteps stop and I know what is coming next. I place my hands over my ears and try to remember as many names of flowers as I can. Daddy taught me this to calm me down… Rose… Pansy… Poppy… Daisy… Dandelion… Bluebell… Snowdrop… Lily… A scream penetrates my thoughts, followed by a loud, hollow thump. A cloud passes over the moon, dropping the light from the windows. This must be a bad dream; I just have to wake up. I just have to wake up. …Cosmos… Daffodil… Ivy… Another shadow creeps under the door now, it grows as whoever it is gets closer and closer to the door. I slide myself down into the corner, nobody will find me here. I just have to wake up… Orchid… Hyacinth… Sunflower… Tulip… My breathing is ragged, my eyes fixed upon the spot where the shadow has ceased its movement. My hands still clamped over my ears, the door handle rattles but Mommy locked it. They won't be able to get in… Violet… Buddleia… I am wrong. A bright light shines through the cracks in the door highlighting the terror that is now etched on my face. Silent tears make their way down my cheeks and drop onto my yellow dress… Primrose... There is a bang that rings in my ears as the door slams of its hinges; a scream catches in my throat. Maybe they don't know I'm here. I am proved wrong once more as the floor boards creak and the people make their way over. I press myself further into the corner, trying to press myself behind the box that hides me. Then something grabs the collar of my dress and yanks me from my hiding place. "Peek-a-Boo." Says a cold voice as I let out a hair raising scream.
"Prim!" The voice breaks through my thoughts, but I'm trapped. It's dark, I can't see. I can't breathe. "Prim, wake up!" I thrash about, I have to get out. I have to get out of here. "Prim!" Someone is shaking me, I can feel their hands on my arms but I can't see them. Then my eyes snap open and I gasp as the air rushes into my lungs, burning my windpipe as I try to relax my breathing. The room is still dark. I'm lying on my back and someone is leaning over me, their hands on my arms. I sit up, so I am looking right at the blue eyed, red head. "Are you alright, Prim?" He asks. Prim isn't my real name. It's Primrose, like the flower. My mother named me after it because my hair reminded her of the golden petals.
"I'm fine." My voice cracks as I say the last syllable. I meant to sound a lot calmer; I should be used to the nightmares by now. "I'm fine, George." He doesn't look convinced as he places a hand to my forehead and removes a few strands of hair from my eyes.
"Are you sure?"
"It was just a nightmare, George. Nightmares can't hurt me." I smile over at my best friend, he has always been there through the nightmares and when he isn't Fred is always there. So one of them is always here to help me out of the nightmarish state I enter when I go to sleep.
"Just try to get some more sleep, okay? I'll be right next door if you need me." He crossed the room to the door giving me a fleeting smile as he left. I am so glad to have friends like George and Fred. They have been like a family to me. Their mother and father, Molly and Arthur Weasley, took me in when I was five years old. A request from my mother, because I had no surviving family after the wizarding war that took their lives. I am grateful for Molly and Arthur's kindness; they already had a large family of their own. Managing to look after seven children and take me in was an enormous feat, especially on Arthur's wages. But I don't care about the hand-me-downs like the school books, or the cramped space at the Weasley home, because they are the closest thing that I have ever had to a family. The oldest of the Weasley's, Bill and Charlie have already left the Weasley home. Bill is working in Egypt, as a curse breaker for Gringotts and Charlie is off in Romania working with Dragons. The other Weasley's haven't left home yet. Percy, the most infuriating of Fred and George's brothers is a rule loving, smart arsed seventh year. He believes that he should be listened to and his constant pompous attitude causes Fred, George and I to tease him relentlessly. Fred and George are the same age as me, only a few days older, their birthday falling on April first mine on the seventh. They both have identical features, well they are twins after all, and they have a mischievous streak, something they passed on to me. Ron, the twins younger brother is also someone who falls victim to our ridicule, ever since the twins turned his teddy into a spider. Well, let's just say, he had it coming to him. Finally, Ginny, she is the youngest and only daughter of the Weasley's and the only one who doesn't actually fall victim to our taunts and gags, unless there is a boy involved. I love having Ginny's company, I'm already practically thought of as a boy by everyone else so I can sort of let my girly side out around her.
I run my hands through my dark blonde hair taking a deep breath as I did so. I'm surprised that I haven't woken up any of the other residents of the Leaky Cauldron with my screams. The crescent moon is hovering outside my window, just like it had in the dream. I shake that out of my thoughts as I look down at my watch. Five a.m. I sigh and climb out of my bed and walk over to the window seat, there is no way I will get any sleep now. I curl my legs underneath me, resting my head on the window and looking out at the darkened streets of Muggle London. Tomorrow, me and the Weasley's as well as Ron's friends, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter (Yes, Harry Potter. The boy who lived, that Harry Potter) will make the journey to Kings Cross Station and from there we will take the scarlet locomotive to Hogwarts castle up in the Scottish moors. I love Hogwarts, everything from its enchanted ceiling to the house elves that work in the kitchens that only Fred, George and I know how to get to. From the numerous amounts of ghosts that inhabit the hallways to the Whomping Willow that sits in the Hogwarts grounds. But what I love most of all about Hogwarts is Quidditch. I just feel so free when I am meters above the ground dodging bludgers and shooting at the three hoops that determine the score. Being a chaser is hard work and my work was made harder last year because I replaced Katie Bell and I have had a lot to live up to ever since. I must admit, there are some things at Hogwarts that I can't stand, one of those things being the Slytherins. Everyone knows for a fact, that all Slytherins are pure evil and horrid people to be around. I try not to cross the Slytherins in my year because in my opinion they are the vilest lot one could ever imagine. Every single one of them looks like they have been crossbred with a troll. But those things aside, Hogwarts is the best place in the entire world and nothing can change that.
"Prim, come on you lazy git. Get up." I open my eyes once more, this time I am lying on my side curled up on the window seat, the sun streaming in from the window behind me. I push the hair that covered my face out of my eyes and jumped when I saw both of the twins sitting on the floor in front of me. They flash toothy grins as I push myself up from my sleeping position. I guess I could get back to sleep after all.
"Good morning to you too." I say rubbing the sleep from my eyes and yawning.
"Mum's going to go mad if you're not down in a bit." Said Fred. I could tell that it was him, he has a higher voice than George does, he also has a larger smile than George. Just some of my many ways to tell them apart.
"I know, I know." I mumble, crossing the room and pulling the clothes I had laid out off the cabinet.
"Any nightmares?" He asks, he must know the answer already, George usually tells him.
"Just the one." I say pulling the curtains around my bed so I could get changed inside. I pulled on my Weird Sisters t-shirt and a pair of old slightly tattered jeans before pulling on my socks and my black low top converse.
"Want to talk about it?" In the days when I first started having these nightmares the twins would stay up with me and talk about them until I fell back to sleep, but now I don't see the need to talk about them anymore. They already know all of them, so I don't see why I should burden them with my terrors.
"It was just the same as before." I say as I pull back the curtain, take my wand (Willow with Unicorn hair) off the nightstand and pick up the handle of my trunk. "Ready to go?" They nod in unison and walk over to join me at the door.
"We're here you know." Said George, he puts his hand on my shoulder and I smile up at him. The relationship I shared with George is different than the relationship I share with Fred. George is just better at conveying his feelings I guess, but the relationship I share with him always feels different to the one I share with Fred. We walk down to the bar area of the Leaky Cauldron, everyone else is already downstairs and are chattering away happily. Percy is still complaining about his Head Boy badge that we managed to jinx to say Big-Head Boy, until Molly charms it, much to our distaste, back to its normal self. I sit down between Fred and George and help myself to a slice of toast. Ginny is sitting next to Hermione opposite us and Ginny leans close to Hermione to whisper something. They both know about my nightmares too, but they have sworn to secrecy.
"Morning, Primrose." Came the voice of Mrs Weasley, she was at the foot of the table next to Arthur and Percy.
"Good morning, Molly." I say back after finishing my mouthful of scrambled egg.
"How did you sleep?"
"Oh. Fine, I slept fine." I lie and next to me George sent his twin a knowing look. After breakfast Arthur informs us that he has hired some cars so we can get to the train station in time. You can tell by the looks on their faces that the Muggle taxi drivers aren't accustomed to seeing such strange people in their taxis. The man in our taxi seemed quite perplexed about the two owls, a cat and a rat which were bundled into his taxi and it didn't add to his nerves when a packet of Fred's no heat wet start Fillibuster Fireworks went off in the back. From that point on Molly kept on sending us disgruntled looks from the front of the taxi. Kings Cross Station was busy, as per usual. There were the business men, running about with their briefcases and cups of decaf coffee. Some elderly people were sat on the benches, eating while they wait for their train, and then there was us. Seven red heads and their friends, their animals and their enormous trunks full of luggage. All of us are used to the stares we receive, so we act as normally as we possibly can until we reach the barrier between platforms nine and ten. To a muggle the wall that we stand next to is just another wall, but to us magical folk it is the passageway to Hogwarts it is the passageway to a second home. Fred, George and I go first, we stand by the wall chatting and then when no one is looking we slip through the barrier undetected onto platform nine and three-quarters. I smile as my eyes come to rest upon the scarlet locomotive, our carriage to another year at Hogwarts. We pull our trunks through the crowd and hop aboard the train, upon laying our things in an empty compartment we head back outside. Molly was talking swiftly to Harry and Percy had a dreamy look come over his face as I stood next to him.
"Ah, there's Penelope! Goodbye mother." Molly kissed Percy's cheek and he disappeared off into the crowds of Hogwarts students after his girlfriend.
"Poor girl." I mutter to George, he snorts and bats his eyelids in a girly fashion.
"Oh, Percy. I see you are now more pompous than ever." He squeaked changing his voice to a higher pitched one that probably would match that of Penelope Clearwater.
"I've made you all sandwiches." Said Molly pulling out her bag and finding the sandwiches she had made us all. "Here you are, Ron… No, they are not corned beef… Fred… Where is Fred? Oh, there you are dear… George… Primrose… Ginny… Harry… Hermione." After dispatching the sandwiches, Molly wrapped her arms around each of her children and kissed their cheeks, in turn she came to me. I hugged her back and tried not to grimace as she planted a kiss on my cheek. Fred and George snorted at my features, it's not that I didn't appreciate Molly's affection it's just that I wasn't one for affection in general. I think that's what growing up in a houseful of Weasley boys does to you. I glanced up at the clock that hung out from a stone barrier. One minute to eleven, the twins gesture their heads towards the train and after saying another goodbye to Molly and Arthur we depart for our compartment.
When we arrive back at our compartment, a dark skinned boy is waiting for us. His black dreadlocks hang down his face and he greets us with a smile as we enter. "Jordan." We all say as we enter and sit opposite him.
"What brings you to our humble abode?" Said George. Lee is our good friend, we just put on the theatrics when we haven't seen him for a while.
"Weasley's, Stone." He nods his head in our direction. "I come bearing grave news. News only three highly thought of sorcerers can control." His tone could compare to Percy's at this point, his face is solemn and sour.
"Well tell us the problem, I'm sure we can fit time in our busy schedule to amuse and create mischief." Said Fred, his face contorted with thought.
"It is the first years. I do hope you can amuse their dull ride with your antics and shenanigans."
"Only if the shenanigans involve you, noble messenger." I say standing up and holding out my hand to Lee. "Join us and together we shall eliminate boredom from the halls of the Hogwarts Express." Lee grabs my hand and I pull him up, the twins also stand and we place our hands over one another like we did the first time the four of us met.
"Weasley's, Stone and Jordan, unite to destroy pre-Hogwarts boredom." Said George as we throw our hands into the air like first years. Fred begins fumbling around in his trunk.
"Nothing a packet of Fillibuster Fireworks can't fix." He said, tapping a particularly bright firework with his wand and throwing it out into the corridor. There are several sparks as it starts flying around the hall and then it disappears, no doubt to cause mischief in the first years compartment. The journey held its usual routine, the four of us would dung bomb a few Slytherins, stuff ourselves silly with sweets from the trolley and hold our annual exploding snap tournament.
As the lights began to fade from outside the compartments were lit up with the manmade glow of the electric lighting. Fred and Lee were facing off in the final of the tournament when I decided that it would be a good time for me to go and change into my robes. I left the twins and Lee to their devices and walked down to the toilets to get changed. Once done, the Gryffindor crest was embellished on my robes the red trimming on my cloak and unfortunately the skirt that all girls at Hogwarts were required to own at least one of. I didn't like wearing the skirt but if I wore it to the sorting then thankfully I wouldn't have to wear it again till at least Christmas and then most people will be home anyway so nobody will notice, apart from the twins of course. I made my way back out from the toilet, heading back up to the carriage. I looked out at the barely noticeable greenery in the darkness and I was to occupied that I didn't notice someone was coming my way until I slammed right into them. I stumbled backwards, mumbling my apologies. That is until I looked up and saw who I bumped into. Marcus Flint, Miles Bletchley and Graham Pritchard blocked the hallway, I was right in saying they could have been crossbred with trolls. Marcus grinned down at me suggestively and I raised my eyebrows slightly. Every cell in Marcus Flints body infuriates me, not only does he think he is better than everybody else, he has the sheer audacity to flaunt his blood status in everybody else's faces. "Primrose." He hissed, his grotesque frame blocking the hall.
"Flint, Bletchley, Pritchard. What do I owe the non-existent pleasure?" I say, straightening up my stature. I was not scared of Marcus Flint he was about as scary as a puppy with rabies, he however thought himself to be terrifying.
"Feisty one you've got there, Marcus." Said Bletchley, he wasn't as bad as Flint and Pritchard but he can still be annoying.
"Shut up, Bletchley," I snap, trying to side step them all. Its Flint's hand that stops me, he placed it upon the wall blocking my only way around them.
"Where are you going, Prim? Back to your filthy blood-traitor friends." That struck a nerve, I didn't tolerate this at the best of times but when the Slytherins compel themselves to bring the Weasley's into this, they have another thing coming.
"Don't you dare talk about my friends like that." I hiss, Flint leers at me and I hastily slam my heel into his foot. In that moment his hand moves from the wall and I slip past them all.
"You'll need me one day, Prim." He shouts at my turned back.
"And when that day comes, I have the number for a decent psychiatrist." I growl as I walk back towards the compartment. I am a few compartments away when the train slams to a halt, nocking me into the wall. What's going on? Why have we stopped? We can't be here yet. Heads stick out of the compartment doors as I continue on, there is another screech which jolts me back against the wall and heads fall away from the doors. It must just be a breakdown. I just lay my hand on the compartment door as a shiver runs through my body. I am suddenly aware that I can see my breath in front of my face, swirling in front of me whenever my lungs contract. I look at the windows to my left, the condensation suddenly runs up them and all the lights in the compartment seem to go out. That's when I see it, a giant spectral creature gliding towards me. Its jet black cloak torn at the edges the baggy hood covering its face and I can't force myself to move. My legs seem frozen to the ground as does my hand which is still upon the door of my compartment. The creature is about a meter in front of me now whatever gaze it has locked upon me, then things start falling away. All of the good memories I have ever had every laugh and smile I have shared until I am left with nothing but a hollow pit in my stomach filled with nightmares. It's the dizziness that surrounds me now, the black spots that dart in front of my petrified eyes the wobble in my legs that still seem rooted to the spot and that's when the screaming starts. Everything seems to falter as the door that is the only source of my stability is dragged away and I fall into nothingness.
"Don't cry sweetheart. Everything is going to be okay, you just have to be brave for Mommy. Can you do that?" The woman is whispering into my ear as she strokes my hair. I feel the silent tears fall down my cheeks as I cling onto her free arm. I nod obediently and then a distant cackle comes out of nowhere.
"Ah, how sweet." I can't see the figures through the ominous darkness, but I know that they are there. "Let's see if we can get some information shall we?" It is in one swift movement that the woman tosses me aside and then collapses onto the floor her body shaking uncontrollably as she tries to stifle the screams that come from her mouth. "Now, where is the headquarters of the Order?" The Order, what is the Order? The woman pushes herself into a sitting position, sweat glistening upon her forehead.
"I'll never tell you anything." She hisses. That is when the pain hits me, I drop to the floor my cries filling the room, the woman's screams as she is subdued by the others, then beautiful numbness washes over me. The woman crawls over resting me upon her lap as she croons to me. "Mommy's here, I won't ever let them hurt you like that again. Mommy loves you. You must know that, Primrose. I will always love you." In that moment when everything seemed fine, there is a blinding flash of florescent green light and then the pain resurfaces. Much stronger than it was before and in amongst my screams I hear the words.
"Peek-A-Boo." I scream out louder now, I have to get out. I have to help that woman, I have to help my Mum. But there is nothing only blackness and the horrible empty feeling that follows it.
"STOP IT!" I scream. "STOP IT! LET ME OUT! MAKE IT STOP!" Then something grabs my thrashing arms, pulling me from the abyss that is so familiar to me.
So there you have it, Chapter one. Please review, i will only update if i get five reviews because i dont want it to be a waste of time.
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