Hi! I'm not new to fanfic, but this is my first story, I have a couple chapter's written already and I hope you like the story! It will be a Blaise and Ari story in the end! I'm open to Reviews good or bad!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except Ari! The wonderful J.K. Rowling does!

Chapter 1

What a wonderfully gloomy day! It was nearing the end of July, the sky was overcast with grey storm clouds that looked like they could drop a monsoon on me at anytime; but thankfully there was only a light misting of rain. It felt nice, the light mist, the occasional cool breeze. I got lost in thought about the service project I was coming home from. For five weeks we (my best friends Jess, and Alie) were renovating, but practically rebuilding and Orphanage in rural Baltimore; and when I say rural, I mean it. We had only planned to work on it for what? Two weeks at the most, but we ended up deciding that we really need to stay as long as we could and do as much as we could before we went back for our sophomore year. It was taking a while, but I was well worth it, the kids were awesome and adorable, and I know I love helping them with their day-to-day stuff when I wasn't working.

Hummmmmmm… I had been so lost in thought that I hadn't even realized that I was quietly being followed by a black car with tinted windows. Now I don't know about you, but when I see a black car with tinted windows slowly creeping along on a street where the speed limit is 45, I get kind of creeped out and panicked. So, I turned down the first street I saw. It was kind of hard to be stealthy because I had everything with me, my books, laptop, and backpack, and those things did not help me to lose my stalker.

Then I heard nothing. The car had stopped, actually, the car had disappeared. No, no way Ari, don't do this again, you know that there's no way a car could've just disappeared. You'd just be asking them to take you away this time. I was about to keep walking when, out of the blue, I was grabbed and stuffed into the same black car I had seen earlier.

**…**

This was not happening. I had heard stories like this: Girl was walking home alone one day when BAM! She was kidnapped! Then two weeks later the police find her raped and beaten on the side of the highway. I had promised myself that would never happen to me, I promised my mom that would never happen to me! I was determined to fight back, so, I started kicking, screaming, biting, and flailing my arms around, figuring I had gotten a few good hits in (I heard some cursing) until someone whispered some weird words that sounded a little like Latin and I couldn't move anymore.

What the hell? Why couldn't I move? I didn't feel hurt or anything, just…paralyzed or something. Maybe they drugged me….

**…**

I woke and I was still in the car (damn) but then I got a look out the window. We were driving in the sky. (double damn) I couldn't even try to escape. I looked around, the inside of the car was way different than the outside. It looked old and worn with cracked leather seats and a dirty floor. Then I noticed who was in the car. There were three gingers. Two tall ones and one short one. They didn't seem very menacing, so, I cleared my throat and looked around expectantly.

The two boys in the front seat looked at each other and shrugged, and the boy sitting next to me, turned as red as an apple.

"uh…." The red-faced redhead said

"Care to tell me why you kidnapped me, stuffed my in a sketchy car, and now driving said sketchy car in the AIR?"

"Wow feisty! George, I think we're gonna like her!" Said the driving ginger. The one in the passenger seat sniggered and looked out the window, once again.

What in the HELL was that supposed to mean?

"ahem….I'm um….well, I'm Ron, Ron Weasley. These are my brothers Fred and George. We didn't kidnap you or anything we ju—"

"Right so taking me against my will isn't kidnapping…"

"AHAHAHAHAHA! She told you Ron!" Fred replied. It was then I noticed they had a British accent. Hmmm….I'll tuck that piece of info away for later….

"So where are you taking me? If you're not kidnappers?"

"Oh we're going home, to the Burrow! You'll love it there! There's a bunch of fields and stuff, and we're usually outside ALL the time!" George exclaimed happily.

"I hate going outside." I deadpanned.

"Oh well, you don't have to if you don't want to…." George said, sounding kind of sad.

Great now I feel like a bitch….

"Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap or anything, it's just….why did you guys take me? What about my mom? Does she know where I am? And my friends and stuff? I'm working on a service project with them and without me they'll have a hard time finishing…." I asked Ron, A little afraid to hear the answer.

"Your mom…well…she, she was told you're going to another, home. This time in England….And your friends think you're just going to a different boarding school. So there's really no prob—"

"wait, wait, wait. You told my mom WHAT? I was doing better! I am doing better! How could you! I'm trying to make everything easier on her, she was beginning to believe I wasn't CRAZY. Why would you do that! I tried so HARD. And you've just ruined it. ALL of it."