Chapter one:
Hello. Boredom is not becoming of me. Neither are story ideas that stick to close in my head. So here is OC story. Only ones I'm good at I'm afraid. Now just to set some things down. Firstly I know of the Weasley curse and how they can't have girls and Ginny is the first girl in generations, that's why Magenta 'Maggie' Weasley is adopted. Things will be explained. Secondly Maggie is a year younger than Charlie making her 7 years older than our resident Golden Trio members. Thirdly Maggie is a witch. And fourthly Maggie refers to the Weasleys (and Harry later on) as her family, she calls Molly 'mum', Arthur 'dad' the boys 'brothers' and Ginny 'sister'. Now get ready for an OC AU adventure. Doodododododododo. I cannot possibly own HP because that would make me British and blonde and living a joke 'JK' sorry that's not funny. Seriously (Siriusly?) though I love Jo, she created a world. I just enjoy being a red-headed Australian, living a fantasy. Enough rambling. Onwards to the story.
Ever so slightly bored, Magenta Weasley shivered in the darkness. She hated being the eldest girl, even if she was adopted and was a Metamorphmagus. Babysitting the twins was not fun. A crying two year old Ginny, and angry violent Ron wasn't helping things. Percy was just reading his book, he was the weirdest seven-year-old ever. Charlie who was only a year older than her, and starting Hogwarts this year, but he acted if he was her superior, and didn't help at all. Bill, her favourite brother, was trying desperate to get the twins to come off the roof, but it wasn't working. Maggie pulled Ginny onto her lap singing on of their mother's lullabies. Where is Mr and Mrs Weasley? you ask. Well an accident occurred and they rushed to Aunt Muriel's aid. She nearly died in a house fire. Couldn't remember the spell to put it out.
Well, this is life.
Maggie helped Bill coheres the wretched critters off the roof with the promises of candy. Ron screamed he wanted candy too. Ginny just kept crying. Charlie laughed until Bill growled at him, then he seethed. Percy didn't even glance up from his book.
'Must be a bloody amazing book' Maggie thought, laughing at her use of bloody. Her mum didn't like that language.
When Arthur and Molly came home they found the kitchen a mess, mud on the floors and a fingerprints all over the windows. But Ginny and Ron were sleeping soundlessly in the same crib, Fred and George tucked in their own little alcoves, Percy asleep in his bed surrounded by books, Charlie also in his bed snoring loudly, and Bill and Maggie asleep on the couch, like ragged parents. To say the least, they were second parents to the younger children. Molly smiled at her sleeping angels. She wished she could protect them forever. It was a silly thing to wish for but she hoped. Especially for Maggie.
Who do you think Maggie's parents should be, because I actually don't know? Please Review if you want more.