Stuck

by napalm k

Rachel Anne has a secret she's never shared with another living soul. The one woman, her grandmother, who she had wished to tell passed away before she was able to. Little does she know, but her grandmother had a secret of her own which will introduce Rachel to a world she never imagined existed and to the Weasley family, who become more like family than her own. George/OC &Fred/OC

1. Chapter 1

Stuck

Chapter One

Rachel Anne looked around at the crowd of people who stood by her grandmother's casket. She knew grandma Irene was a bit of an eccentric and kind to everyone, but she had never seen the majority of these faces while her grandmother was alive. A small group of people stood out from the crowd. While most had worn the traditional shades of black, a number of these people looked as though they were dressed to go on holiday. One family – at least she assumed they were a family since they all had the same fiery red-orange hair – looked as though they had dressed themselves in the dark. The children seemed to have some sort of dress sense; two of the older boys, twins it looked like, were at least dressed in suits… even if they were a darker shade of emerald, close enough to black she supposed. Whoever these people were, Rachel only cared that they were here for her grandmother because her grandma Irene was the kind of woman who deserved all of these friends here to remember her after she was gone.

Most of her childhood holidays were spent traveling between the U.S. (where her father lived), London (where her mother moved back to after the divorce), and the small town in Scotland where grandma Irene lived with her dogs. Now that she was older and finished with her schooling in the states, Rachel spent much of the last two years with her grandmother. She had felt closer to Irene than either of her two parents. This was the first time Rachel had seen her mother in four months and last week, when Rachel called home to tell her mother that her grandmother had died the night before, was the first time they had spoken in weeks. She was only nineteen and while her mother still treated her as though she was twelve, her grandmother had treated her more like a good friend than like a granddaughter.

Even though they were the closest friends and she never doubted how much her grandmother had loved her, there was still one secret Rachel kept to herself. Looking into the ground, trying to picture the woman through the dark cherry-colored wood, Rachel now wished she had shared that secret with her.

"Are you ready to go back?" Rachel's mother stood by her, also looking down into the freshly dug grave. No, she wasn't ready, but she turned on her heel without answering and headed back to the car. Everyone else followed them out to the road. Soon all the cars would travel three miles down the road, families would pile into their living room, and wait to mingle and what was certainly true of her mother, wait for the will to be read.

This is just a short introduction chapter. I've already begun writing more and will hopefully be posting more (and longer!) chapters soon. Thank you for reading! This is my first attempt at fanfiction :)