Authors Note:
This is my very first FanFiction. I started to write it as a birthday present for my friend Linda. I thought, why not publish it? So here we go!
To be honest, English isn't my native language, but I gave my best!
I based my story on the assumption that the deatheaters must have destroyed all records of muggleborn witches and wizards during the regime of Voldemort.
Even though it doesn't make any sense I imagine Ron a bit younger than 20 years older than Linda ;)
So please join me in pretending that 20 years passed since the war, but somehow didn't!
Until now there is nothing worth "M" Rating, I just wanted to be save for future chapters.
Also I want to add, that I do not own anything Harry Potter related, I admire J K Rowling for her stunning work and merely base my fiction on her intellectual property.
Chapter One
Do you know the feeling, this peculiar feeling you get in your back, when a person is looking at you?
Linda seemed to have this feeling a lot lately.
She couldn't make any sense of it, yet it stuck with her.
It happened in the most random places to the most random times. As for today, she was stuck in between a mass of people, pushing and shoving into different directions.
Trying to get out of or into the bar, ordering or talking over the loud music, which lay over the crowd like a thick blanket of sound and cigarette smoke.
Finally she pushed through and practically stumbled into the fresh air of the clear night. Regaining her balance she took a deep breath and exhaled. The tickling sensation in her neck was still there. She looked over her her shoulder and for a second she thought she had seen a moving figure but the moment passed and there was solely the bar in her back, the crossroad in front of her and a few tipsy girls on the streets.
She sighed and made her way to her bike. She began to rummage in her bag for her keys as she heard someone clear their throat.
She turned quickly but just like before the was no one there.
"On your left" a deep voice called.
She wheeled around - no one!
"Your other left" the voice chuckled.
She felt a warm hand on her arm that turned her around. Linda found herself staring at the broad chest of a strangely dressed Man with flaming red hair, amused blue eyes and freckles all over the curious face.
She knew she should be at least a little taken aback but for some reason she wasn't. She looked him straight in the eye and grinned back at him.
"Hey!" She exclaimed. And because she knew he had something to do with her weird feeling she added
"Do I know you?".
"Nah ! - my name's Ron" He responded and smiled broadly.
His hand, that had rested on her arm until then, stretched out and she took it without hesitation.
"Linda! Nice to meet you" his handshake was firm, brief and warm.
"Not to be rude, but what do you want?" She asked with a apologetic smile. He didn't seem like a drunk who was hitting on her, more like he had been waiting for her. For a second he seemed confused then he exclaimed
"yeah, right ! So sorry! Okay Linda. Linda Johanna Verweyen if I am correct?" "Umm ..." she was too confused to answer directly.
"Oh man I hope I get this right ... " he mumbled, while searching his pockets and eventually holding a scrunched piece of paper and a wooden stick in his hands.
"Alrighty right now !" He sighted under his breath and took a quick look at the piece of paper.
"So first of all, I need you to trust me to tell you the truth. Because otherwise this will sound like a lot of rubbish to you!" She giggled and nodded swiftly.
She was curious what was going to come now. And to her surprise she did trust him to tell the truth - he had the sort of face that was so open you knew that he was completely honest.
"Okay - so - " he stopped, took a deep breath and continued, spat out the next words "youhavemagicandwejustnowfoundoutbecausethedocumentsonmugglebornwitchesandwizardsweredestroyedbythedeatheatersduringthewarandnowwesortedeverythingoutandhereyouare!"
"E-excuse me ?!" Linda demanded.
Ron sighed in distress, his flurryness pityfull.
"So there is another world which you aren't aware of ! There are wizards and witches and there is magic! A few years ago there was this evil wizard who misused his powers and took hold of the ministry of magic. He had these ideals of a wizarding world and that only purebloods - that means only people who are born into a family of wizards - are supposed to be having magic! Of course that is complete bullshit - excuse me - but while he was in control of the ministry of magic he destroyed all records of muggleborn - muggles are people without magic - witches and wizards. My friend is working in the department of rebuilding and preservation and they are working on regaining the records on muggleborns. Now they sent me to inform you that you were supposed to get your magical education by the age of eleven ... I guess we're al little late ... "
"a little?!" Was all she managed to get out .
"Yes ... I'm sorry ! I told them that I might not be the one for this job... I'm horrible at explaining and I guess this is quite a lot to take in ..."
She stared at him with a blank expression. He looked at her nervously. His hands started fidgeting and he readjusted his hair. It was obvious that this wasn't his usual habitat.
Contrary to him she stood still like a rock, as his words slowly sunk in.
All these years she had had an allegedly normal life and all these little things that she chose to ignore, things that couldn't possibly be explained by any law now finally made sense! It hit her. She was different and now there was an explanation served at hand. The words that build up her tongue and fund their way out, as she stood dumbstruck, were not nearly fitting the occasion:
"What the Hell ?!" she exclaimed.