Chapter 1: The Light.
After the final battle, amidst the celebrations for the Light side's victory, Harry found his god-sister Addison Black sitting in a corner, surveying the Weasley family. He slid down next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He glanced up and his eyes locked on Fred. To his horror the red-headed twin was 'celebrating' with Angelina Johnson. He wrenched his gaze back to his sister and felt his own heart break at the tears falling down her face.
"Shhh. Addie. Please don't cry. " He tried to comfort her but knew it was in vain.
"I-I-I love him Harry. I told him I did; Back in the room of requirement before the battle. He just looked at me." She swallowed back a sob. Harry felt helpless as he watched the pain flash on her face. Rage bubbled inside of him as he looked at her…
She was wearing a pair of black jeans that were torn and blood soaked. Her trainers were ragged from all those months on the run. She was wearing a worn leather jacket that covered most of her scars and the tattered white shirt underneath was covered with her blood from when she had been 'sectumsempra'd'. Her black wavy hair -hidden under her hood- was knotted and tangled and her silvery grey eyes showed nothing but pain and exhaustion. Harry glanced down and saw she had rolled up her sleeve and her right forearm was red and angry from Bellatrix's knife. Yet she had not shed a tear, not a single one, even when she was being tortured. But now, the danger was gone and she had tears flowing non-stop, all because of Fred Weasley. He clenched his wand tightly knowing there was nothing he could do to make it better.
"Oh Adds." He sighed, "I am so sorry." He brushed her hair out of her face and pulled her in for a hug.
When she pulled back, Addie looked at Harry, taking in his ratted trainers and torn, bloody jeans. His arms, though hidden under the sleeves of his leather jacket –the matching her own- she knew were littered in scars and gashes. His shirt was torn and bloody and his face was tired and slightly pinched from the scar that ran from near his right eye down to his chin. She smiled grimly, they were quite a sight that's for sure. Wiping away her tears she looked up at him,
"I wish I could talk to my dad."
Harry blinked back his tears and nodded, "Me too kiddo, me too."
"Harry! Addie!" The duo looked up at the Weasley's who were beckoning them over. Rising to their feet the pair had barely taken two steps when a bright light surrounded them. Addie grabbed Harrys hand as every pair of eyes in the hall was drawn to them. The light got brighter and brighter as Addie looked frantically around the room. She locked eyes with Fred and saw the shock in them, before she and her brother disappeared with a small 'pop'.