Prolouge
Now many know of Harry Potter and his great adventures with his two beloved sidekicks, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. They know of the kindhearted, large Weasley family and the forgetful Granger's and of the love and loss of the Golden Trio. This story is the lost story of the last Weasley.
You've heard the story of Ron, and of the twins and of Bill and Molly and Arthur, of Ginny and Charlie and Percy is no mystery. This, however is the forgotten story of the final Weasley Girl, Isabella Katherine Weasley.
It started on the night of January 25th, 1982. It was a normal night for the Weasley's. Mrs. Molly Weasley was tending to four and a half month old Ginny while Mr. Arthur was stuck with the boys. Three year old twins, Fred and George, were causing plenty of trouble that night, taunting their one year old younger brother Ronald with a stuffed spider that Charlie had given to Percy for a fun little scare. Poor Percy, only five years old and cowering in a corner, away from his older brother's, Bill and Charlie, as they teased and mocked. After a while the two older got bored with Percy, leaving him to cry by himself, as they went into the kitchen to talk of Hogwarts. This would be Bill's second year, and Charlie's first. Both boys were excited for the year set ahead of them.
"Arthur!" Molly shouted, stomping down the steps of the Burrow and into the chaotic living room.
Arthur sighed and stood, picking Ron up from the floor and walking over to his wife. Ronald shook with tears in Arthur's gentle arms, silently crying as the twins mocked him from afar. Ron was passed to Molly as Mr. Weasley trudge up the stairs after giving a goodnight kiss to his wife and youngest son.
It was then that Molly noticed a strange rustling outside her kitchen window, a black cloak rushed passed. She lightly set the crying Ron down in his highchair as she moved slowly towards the front door, never loosing sight of a window. out of the corner of her eye Molly saw the figure again, followed by a tiny scream, though it did not sound like one of hers. With her wand at the ready she reached the front door, through the murky glass she saw a black cloaked man, his face shadowed by a dark hood. Molly stood on the opposite side of the door, staring in confusion at the man, who seemed to be looking right back at her. The man slowly disappeared from her view, and she slightly panicked, but was too scared to move. Her appeared only a second later, with a curt nod he turned and walked into the tall grass on the other side of the lawn.
She ignored the cries of her children and with curiosity pushed the creaky door open. At first she saw nothing, just the darkness of the sky and field. Then a cry, the cry of a child, reached her ears. She quickly looked around, again finding nothing. Her foot moved an inch and she felt it softly hit an object. With hesitancy she looked down to see a bundle of black cloth surrounding a figure. Molly knelt beside the bundle of cloth and, as the moonlight shone down on them, moved aside the dark hood, revealing a tiny pale face. There, on her doorstep, was a baby girl, no more than one.
A bright pink blush covered her cheeks, most likely from the cold of the night. A pair of electric green eyes peered up at Molly with the most innocent look. Some curly dark hair had started to sprout from the little girl's head. Small, pink lips open and closed as she took in tiny breaths. She had a cute button nose just to top it off.
Molly scooped up the baby, cradling her gently in her arms as the thing started to slip into sleep. A note fell from the cloth and onto the cold concrete porch. Without waking the mysterious baby, Molly picked up the note and carried her back in. Her boys surrounded her, loudly yelling and shouting to be heard. As soon as they heard the cry of the girl in Molly's arms they fell silent. Her two oldest cocked their heads to the side in confusion, the younger just stared wide-eyed at their mother.
"Mother?" Percy spoke, tugging lightly on Molly's skirt.
His mother replied sweetly, "yes, dear?"
Percy went to speak, but the twins beat him to it, "WHAT WATTTHH THHADD?" They shouted, causing both Ron and the mysterious girl to break out in tears.
Ronald scurried away and up the steps, the twins turning and following after him with shouts of their own. Molly ignored them, hushing the crying little girl in her arms. She order her other boys away, told them to get ready for bed. Bill shuffled off with Charlie at his heel, but Percy stayed behind. Molly smiled and gave her son a kiss on the head, sending him off grinning. When her last son disappeared up the stairs a heavy sigh escaped Molly's lips.
She made her way slowly into the living room, placing the now sleeping child down on the sofa next to her. The note she had seen earlier had fallen again and, again, she picked it off of the ground. She opened the letter, unfolding it slowly. It was sloppily written, yet still legible. There was another message concealed inside the main letter, and that she placed on the small table in front of her. Molly began to read the mysterious note, perhaps it would shed some light on this little girl and her strange appearance.
Wealseys,
You are the only one's I've heard of with the ability to take care of my little angel. He is coming for me, and if he knew she existed I fear for her life. Hide her for me, hide her from the world, from You-Know-Who. Please, I beg of you, please do this for me.
Her name is Isabella Katherine, her last name is yours to choose. I would never curse her with the last name Riddle. She was born on August 11, 1981, the same date as your Ginevra I presume. Protect my daughter from the horrors of the past and of her near future.
If you are reading this then I am probably dead and a strange man had delivered her to you. I warn you now, Molly, take arms for he is coming. If not now, then he will later. I wish you all the best of luck. God bless you and my daughter.
The letter was not signed, not fully anyway. The only letters written were A and N, another letter was in the process of being written when the ink was smudged. The letter was dated, December 25th, 1981. Molly stared at the letter in confusion. Her brain did not process who this note could be from. Who would want her to take carer of their child? Who trusted her so much that she gave her child? Who did she know with the last name Riddle?
"Riddle?" She repeated out loud to herself. That name was familiar, but the only person she knew with the last name Riddle was... "No, it can't be!" She reread the note several times, each time getting some new clue towards who this desperate person was. She was in the middle of reading it a seventh time when her husband came down the stairs.
"Honey," he sighed, "the boys were telling me that you ha-" he stopped his sentence as he noticed the bundle of cloth sitting next to Molly.
Molly ignored him, picking up Isabella and making her way pass her husband and up the creaky old steps. She moved by the boys rooms and into her only daughter's. Ginny was sound asleep in her wobbly crib. She smiled at her daughter and then down at the girl in her arms. She gave a light kiss to Isabella's forehead and place the sleeping girl down next to Ginny in her crib.
"Welcome to the family, Isabella," Molly spoke to the girl. Unbeknownst to her that this girl would be perhaps one of the most important witches of all.
