June 1997
Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.
Blond hair flowed behind slender shoulders. Green eyes studied the sign and large man with his forever moving hand and top hat. The breeze blew slightly, giving a warmth the sun hadn't been able to do on that cloudy day. Diagon Alley had been practically abandoned. Only those who were visiting the shop apparated into view. Melania Belle stood quietly outside while several children raced ahead of one another into the shop. A small chuckle released from her mouth.
"Lady." A small voice.
Letting her eyes rip away from the building, she found herself looking at a young girl, about eleven. How she wished she could be of that age once more. The acceptance into Hogwarts, the shopping in a busy Diagon Alley, her family beside her. All was simple then. Life, was simple. She merely put herself through school with exceptional grades and worthy friends.
"I'm sorry, did you say something?" Smooth. Her voice wrapped around the little girl like a whistle. She stood on her toes to make herself taller. Being 5'5, the girl didn't quite reach her height.
"I was just wondering if you were going to go inside. You've been standing here for some time now. And, that red headed boy keeps looking at you." Her small pale finger pointed in the direction of one of the large windows. Clearly enough, one of the twins stood on a fragile-looking ladder, peering out at her. Becoming self-conscious, Melania pulled her robes together tightly.
Her lips turned up into a smile while letting her hair fall over her face, creating a veil. "I'll be along sometime. I'm just admiring the creativity of the outside."
"You'll miss out on all of the good stuff if you stand here much longer." The girl let her feet carry her inside. The door opened. Slammed shut. Youthfulness. She had lost it when she lost her sister. A shiver scurried down her spine. It was amazing how such a livid place could provoke such a horrid memory.
The door opened once more. "No one stands out here this long without seeing inside the store." Red hair. Impeccable smile. Tall, slender frame. A heart melting tone. A Weasley. Fred Weasley.
"I never planned on coming inside, actually. I was passing through." Her statement had seemed rather suspicious. She'd make a mental note to correct herself another time. Priorities laid else where. "It's nice though, what you two have here." Immediately, she apparated.
A/N: That's a flashback, ~coughcough~.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fred. Melania, is mine, though :)