Fanfiction – The Angel of Death

Disclaimer: These are all J.K Rowlings characters apart from the girl who's name you'll find out later. Harry Potter is not mine only this storyline is.

Chapter 1 - Meeting

Fred Weasley wandered through the woods, the orange glow of the day's sun gradually disappearing behind the leaves of the trees, causing them to cast long, dark shadows on the forest floor. Most 7 year olds would have been terrified by the dark shapes and the absence of the sun, and their minds would have started to create monsters out of innocent objects, but not Fred, he was a fearless Weasley twin! A prankster extraordinaire!

Fred had a wide Cheshire cat grin plastered on his face; he was contemplating on how he had just totally and most definitely defied his mother! Molly Weasley had told her children not to venture out of the garden because it was too dangerous, although the real reason was probably to make it easier to keep an eye on all of them, seven children was just a ridiculous amount. But Molly had set the law and she expected it to be kept; nobody crossed Molly if they had half a brain, she had the temper of a lioness and the bite of one too!

But right now all the young boys of the house were ill; dragonpox, and it was nasty. Wards had been placed by the patient's bed so you didn't step into to the firing range; unless of course you wanted a shot of burning snot on you. Since Molly was being rushed off her feet with so many ill children she didn't notice the disappearance of one of the redheads. Fred had become a sulk after a week of making chicken soap and had decided if his mother couldn't bother keeping a check on him he wasn't going to bother following her instructions.

The young boy had begun to feel the weight of boredom and the blisters on his feet, without his other half George by his side he had nobody to gloat his success of escape to, and what was the point of doing something if you didn't get any appreciation for it? That's why the twins had started to confess to any pranks they pulled, so somebody (who wasn't the victim) would complement them on their devious ways. Although these days they didn't need to confess, as they got blamed for anything that went wrong in the house; the curse of being a prankster!

Fred was so caught up in his thoughts he didn't notice a moss covered tree root gutting out of the ground, so he promptly tripped over it and found himself with a face of dirt and other suspicious substances. "Stupid tree root" He muttered angrily, picking himself up and dusting off; he could feel a light trickle of blood running down his skin under his jeans and tears started to form in his eyes. No, I'm a big boy now; he quickly blinked back the tears before puffing out his chest and rolling his shoulders, trying to feel manlier. That's when he heard it, a small noise coming from among the trees. It was rugged and sharp, a shaky gasp could be heard every few seconds, it sounded like someone was crying; in the woods of all places.

"Hello, anybody there?" Fred whispered his legs seemed to move on their own accord, following the noise of distress. Branches were snapping under his step, leaves rustling against his trousers, the sounds seemed to magnify the nearer he got to the crying. Fred approached a tree and placed his hands on its rough bark; he slowly peeped around the side of the trunk to find a young girl. She was in a pitch black hooded coat that looked like it had quite a bit of wear and tear, it was messily draped over her body that was sprawled on the floor. Dry leaves formed a light blanket on her back, they must of fallen off the overhead trees, how longs she been here? The girl's sobs were shaking her whole body; maybe she's having a fit. Fred automatically felt uncomfortable, he didn't like it when girls cried, they acted so weird, one minute they make you stay and listen to their problems, the next they shout at you for asking about their personal life. Well that's what Bill had told him anyway, 'Just leave them to it, they'll recover,' these were Bill's wise words. Besides, the only experience Fred had with crying girls was his baby sister, and that was bad enough.

Fred felt awkward just watching the situation so he let out a quick forced cough, but before he could take in another breath he had a wand pointing directly at his chest, the no longer crying girl holding the said wand, a cold, merciless look in her eyes. "Who are you?" The girl snapped with the authority of a full grown witch, her wand jabbed him as she spoke. "Um.. your gallant handsome knight?" Fred let out a nervous chuckle, he was always one to joke when he was scared, the girl's eyes narrowed menacingly and she raised a sleek eyebrow at him. Fred gulped, "I…. uh.. what I meant was…um…" Get it together Fred.

"I asked for your name!" The girl demanded, her voice still hoarse from crying but her wand remained firmly attached to Fred's chest.

"Me? I'm Fred. Fred Weasley, prankster, twin, not evil…." His voice shook as he finished the sentence, his eyes flicking between the girl and the wand. The girl's wand lowered slightly but her eyes didn't waver from him for a second; her pure black eyes. Wait! Pure black? Fred focused on her eyes and decided that they were indeed pure black, the surface looked dead and cold giving the girl a terrifying mannerism of death but Fred thought he could see something else; was that fear?

"How old are you?" The girl questioned; Fred was snapped out of his daze and drew his focus back on the girl as a whole.

"I'm seven," The girl's wand lowered slightly more at this statement and Fred got a bit braver, "You?" The girl froze at this question and Fred could feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead, he searched the girl's face for a sign of what she thought of his question and he nervously bit his lower lip waiting for her reaction and for the fact her wand was now pointing between his legs. The girl tilted her head, inspecting him, she seemed to ponder whether or not to answer him, her lips forming a small pout. "Same" She curiously replied and Fred gave her a weak smile, the girls eyes darted to his mouth and she seemed to observe his expression, a look of confusion in her eyes.

Both children stood in silence for a number of minutes. Fred hated silence but didn't want to offend the physco girl by talking so he kept his mouth shut. After a few minutes of nothing the girl fully lowered her wand to her side and mirrored Fred's earlier weak smile on her own face, the expression looking awkward on her features as if the muscles were alien to the movement. Doesn't she know how to smile? Fred returned the smile and decided to be brave, so he warily asked, "Can I sit down?"

The girl studied his face again as if searching for a reason to say no. She gave a slow nod and gracefully fell to the floor, her cloak forming a circle around her body, closing her off from the boy in front of her. Fred proceeded to copy her movement but tripped over his own foot and landed with a thud on the floor, "Oww…. That's not the look I was going for." He groaned to himself. As he pushed himself up he caught the girl's eye and saw what he was sure was a hint of a amused smile on her face. Seeing this ghost of an emotion Fred thought to himself, I'm going to make her laugh properly one day, she'll be my friend, yeah a friend I make myself not someone who my mum brings around, look out girl because you've got yourself a friendship with Fred Weasley!

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