If she really thought about it Abigail was positive she had been in love with him since day one.
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"Bye mum, bye dad!" a little brunette yelled waving at her parents from the window of the scarlet train. "I'll send you loads of owls!"
Her father waved at her while her mother wiped her eyes. It would be the first time the little girl was away from home. The first time she would ever be by herself.
She knew she should be worried, but all she felt was excitement. Since she had come from a muggle family she had known nothing of the magical world until about two months ago when a tall, shrewd-looking woman had come knocking at her door. The woman had introduced herself as Minerva McGonagall and had told Abigail's parents that their daughter was special and had been accepted into Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry.
At first Abigail's parents were angry. They thought that this McGonagall person was playing a trick on them (though how they thought a woman like McGonagall was the trick-playing type astounded Abigail). However, after the shrewd-looking woman changed their dining room table into a giant potbellied pig and back Abigail and her parents were entirely convinced.
Since that day Abigail had been impatiently awaiting the day that she could see this castle on the hill; the place where she would be studying for the next seven years of her life and now there she was, heading straight toward her new home.
She didn't know anybody. All the first years she ran into seemed to come from a magical family and she felt completely left out. Anxious to get away from the crowd of magically gifted first years, she set off in search of an empty compartment.
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Abigail was still searching when it happened. There was a loud bang and the tiny hallway that she was trying to maneuver through exploded in brilliant light. For a moment Abigail was blinded. She flailed her arms wildly and tumbled to the floor.
"Excellent!" A voice called out somewhere behind her. "George, get out another one! Let's do it again."
Abigail was struggling to her feet, blinking away the spots in her eyes. Turning quickly, she searched for the voice.
"Stop!" She yelled as she caught two twin boys pressing their wand tips to the fuse of a Zonko's firework. A bag lay at their feet; it was half full of more fireworks.
They looked up, astonished at seeing another person in the corridor. The firework sizzled as it caught fire and burst through the window.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Abigail exclaimed, gesturing toward the broken window. "You could have killed me! Are you both that stupid or are you just psychotic?"
Shocked at her outburst, the two boys mouthed wordlessly at each other and then back at her. Finally, one spoke up.
"My apologies ma'am; we meant you no harm." He swept into a bow that only outraged Abigail further, so they thought this was a game?
Without thinking she stomped toward them and yanked the bag of fireworks away from them. The one who spoke to her reached out a hand to try and stop her but a glare sent him cowering away. She was going to show them what it felt like to be completely blindsided. Abigail dug through the bag finally choosing the biggest firework she could find and pressed her wand tip to it. The boy's eyes widened in a mixture of fear and awe. This girl had some balls.
When the firework went off the whole compartment shuddered. Abigail could hear compartment doors opening as students of all years poked their heads out to see what all the racket and bright light was about. Once again, Abigail found herself flat on her back blinking away spots in her eyes. To her amusement, the boys who had started this all were moaning and groaning a few feet away from her.
"Bloody hell, Fred. That was not a good idea." Said one boy rubbing his eyes.
"Yeah, you're probably right, George." The other said.
Abigail got up and dusted herself off. Still blinking away the spots in her eyes, she walked over to the two twin boys and offered the closest one a hand. For a second he just stared at her, looking her over to make sure that she didn't have another firework up her sleeve. When he decided she was completely safe he gave her a toothy smile and took her hands.
"My name is Fred." He said, shaking her hand. "That's my brother George. Would you like to sit with us?"
Abigail didn't even hesitate. She knew she should probably be angry at them for their dangerous behavior, but all she felt was pure excitement at the fact that she had made two new friends with the help of a couple of fireworks.
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Fred and George told her of their lives as the country side sped by. Abigail was absolutely fascinated. She wanted to know all about The Burrow and their father's job in the Ministry of Magic. They regaled tales of de-gnoming the garden, often getting up to show her the exact form one would need to take to launch a gnome at least 50 feet in the air. In all her excitement about her new friends Abigail didn't even realize that they were almost to Hogwarts until a fifth year knocked on their compartment to tell them to change into their robes.
For one heart stopping moment Abigail worried that she would have to leave Fred and George after they exited the train, but they assured her they wouldn't go anywhere without her.
"You're one of us now, Abs." Fred said, winking at her, "We've told you entirely too much about our family to let you go."
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"Abigail Miller."
Abigail gulped and stepped forward, staring at the crumpled up old hat sitting on the stool in front of her. What if she was sorted into Slytherin? She glanced nervously at the green and silver table sitting at the far end of the dining room. They seemed to sneer at her from across the room. She gulped and sat down, pulling the hat over the top of her head.
It debated for awhile, she could feel it poking and prodding in her mind.
Not a bad mind, hmmm…she's got courage. Ah, and a strong sense of independence. And love, much love. Right, then obviously it must be…
"GRYFFINDOR."
Abigail let out a huge breath she didn't realize she had been holding and went to go sit at her new table. Everyone was cheering and a couple of people patted her on the back. A third year boy who looked a lot like Fred and George offered the plate next to him and introduced himself as Percy Weasley.
"Welcome to Gryffindor." He said, pushing his horn-rimmed glasses up further on his face and giving her a brief smile before turning back to the Sorting.
After much waiting, finally each of the twins were called up and pulled the Sorting Hat over their head. The Hat seemed to know exactly where they were meant to go, it had barely touched their heads before the Hat exclaimed "GRYFFINDOR!" and they were sent racing toward the cheering Gryffindor table.
"We're in Gryffindor together, Abs!" Fred exclaimed wrapping his arm around her and giving her a tight squeeze. "We can cause all kind of mischief together!"
Percy gave a disapproving sniff and dug into the food that had magically appeared on the plates in front of him.
"Don't mind him," George whispered into her ear, "he doesn't know how to have fun. Stick with us and we'll show you how to have a right good time here at Hogwarts."
So I've definitely written this story about a hundred different times a hundred different ways. Hopefully this will end up better than the other copies but please ignore any blindingly cliche parts in this chapter. It's late-ish and writing is hard. Anyhoo, I'm in love with Fred Weasley and I think that his death was totally uncalled for. This is how I think his story should have gone with the help of my character Abigail Miller.
Tell me what you guys think, I'm anxious to hear! Also if I get anything wrong be sure to point it out to me and I'll try to fix it. I want to make this as close to J.K. Rowling's idea as possible.