It has been two weeks since Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord the Ministry of Magic was scattered throughout the house of Lestrange, everywhere Aurors trampled around, wands at ready. The Lestrange's were known to be horrible people so everyone was on their toes for anything suspicious. One at a time each room was cleared, a simple red dot on each door signaled it was safe. Since it's previous owners were dead and on the loose it was under law to be investigated and because they were Voldemort's supporters. Minister Shacklebolt was desperate for any information on what they could use against Rodolphus' warrant to be sentence to Azkaban.
Nearly five hours into the raid they finally find something useful. An older muggle girl was locked in a hidden dungeon that smelled like death and fescues. She was chained and shackled to the concrete wall by her ankles and neck while her hands were tied together with a hefty rope. Her face didn't look any older than early twenties, but her appearance said differently. Her skin was pale and covered in dirt, her bones stuck out in unnatural places, her dark brown hair was matted and filthy, the clothes she wore were nothienng but old rags, and her deep violet colored eyes were filled with pain and fear but had full fledged rage in them.
"Oh Merlin..." said Kingsley. When he came forward her scream echoed off the walls, as if a murderer came for her with a bloody machete. The others stared in horror "How could they do something like this?" a man asked. Another Auror shoved her way out of the room and heaved into an empty cauldron just outside the door. Two of them assisted her outside. "Let's get her out of here." Kingsley shouted to the frozen Aurors. Seven of them walked towards her but she screamed louder than they thought possible and curled up in a ball.
"Poor thing..." a woman said. She tucked her wand away and slowly made her way over. When she knelt by the quivering woman she saw the true physical pain she carried. She had large slits in her back, probably from the Lestrange's using her as a practice target for new spells and curses and where she was chained her skin was red, bare, and bloody. She lightly touched the girl's shoulder but she pulled away and whimpered. "You can trust us..." she whispered in a soft motherly voice "You're safe now..."
"I want my mother..." she whimpered softly.
"Where is she?" the female Auror asked.
The woman gulped "Sh-She's dead..." The raid party stayed quiet.
"Do you have a name?" the girl didn't answer.
"Okay. I'm going to try and get these shackles off of you." she touched the metal rings but the girl tried to keep the screams from coming out; her exposed wounds were freshly bleeding. "Shh, it's okay... it's okay..." there was no key hole anywhere on the collars so she assumed it was controlled by magic. She pulled out her wand and brought it to the girl's neck.
"NO!!!!!" she screamed and jerked away. "YOU'RE ONE OF THEM—YOU'RE KIND KILLED MY PARENTS!!"
"If you want to die here we can just leave, but if you want to see the sun again you have to trust us." Kingsley said. She hesitated for a moment but allowed them to get the ropes and shackles off her. She couldn't stand properly but managed to show get out of the room. Even limping slightly she was at least three inches taller than the woman who helped her but one of her arms had bones sticking out at an awkward angle.
She led them to a secret room. "This is where they would kill and practice things on the slaves. The roof opens mechanically." She gestured to a room. When the party poked their heads through the door three of them rushed outside, covering their mouths. The room had a horrible death smell, there were shackled bodies everywhere. One body in particular hurt the girl the most. A tall ill-looking woman with bright red hair looked like she was tossed next to a tall man. "They showed us no mercy..." She said quietly and walked away. Luckily her walk got better and now she was five inches taller than the woman.
"She is strong." Kingsley said to the woman "But we need to get more information from her. We must take her to the Ministry."
"How would the others react to her?" she asked worryingly "You know how much Arthur loves muggles..."
Kingsley chuckled "Yes. But don't worry Greta. We will get everything we need from her, but we have to give her the chance to see that not all of us are out to hurt her."
*****
"Arthur. Would you come up to the Minister's office" the receptionist's Patronus disappeared. Arthur Weasly was already up to his ears in paperwork and projects. He swore to himself and followed his orders. Up in the first floor he saw a large group of people crowding around the Minister's office, most of which were reporters. He saw more and more people coming out of the elevator, all of them apparently were headed in the same direction. The crowd didn't budge when he pushed his way through the crowd but the real trouble was getting through the door. Every pound was muffled by the commotion caused by the reporters.
Suddenly the door flew open "THAT'S ENOUGH!!!" Percy's magnified voice made all of the reporters fall back "Everyone who doesn't work here must leave the premises at once!" his voice dropped back to it's normal sound. Angrily they all fell back.
"Percy what's going on?" Arthur asked his son.
"Shacklebolt and the rest of the raid party found something at the Lestrange's but they didn't say what." he said. They both entered the office and saw every director of the Ministry department in the tiny office.
"Everyone settle down!" Shouted Kingsley "This is no time to be fooling around people, this is serious business." He paused dramatically "During the raid, we found numerous accounts of torture, and mistreatment to muggles. There were at least an estimated forty muggles on the premises, all of them were dead. Except one. One was found alive, but she suffers major trauma and hatred towards wizards. Before she's brought in I ask of you to not judge her..." He turned to the back room "Greta will you come in here?"
Everyone fell silent as the short female Auror, Greta brought in the towering muggle girl. "Come on honey. It's okay." She said in the quiet motherly voice. She was given fresh clothes and now that she was somewhat clean her hair was a dark wavy auburn color with brown streaks in some places but since she didn't trust the wizards to perform healing spells on her yet her wounds were dressed in gauze and absorbent cloth and her left arm was wrapped, to keep her bones growing in the right place. Her figure strongly resembled a ghost: tall, anorexic, and pale white. All of them gasped at how horrible her health condition was.
"Everyone. This is only person that was alive when we came. She... doesn't feel very comfortable telling us anything but she has agreed to let us call her Miracle. She has told us that her parents are dead and she is the one who showed us where the rest were murdered and tested. Miracle doesn't say much so she will remain here until she feels she is comfortable with wizards again. Because of her age and condition we will not wipe her memory or taken back to the Muggle way of life." He paused "That is all." No one didn't notice that Kingsley said they could leave because they were staring at Miracle with sadness and pity. Once they were snapped out of the shock they all left to go back to work. Arthur was not breathing. He and Percy stood close to her but they didn't move an inch.
Miracle was taken in the back room where she would be given another check on her foot and some much needed sleep with some of the other women healers. When Arthur finally moved, he rushed up to Kingsley with blinding speed "Um Kinsley, why did you decide to keep her here?"
"Because we'll have a close eye on her and incase Rodolphus isn't caught yet we can have a large number of people to watch over her... why do you ask?"
"Well I was thinking..." he scratched his neck "Maybe she can stay with Molly and I at the Burrow...."
Kingsley rubbed his chin "That's not a bad idea Arthur... when do you think you can take her in?"
"As soon as possible, hopefully..." Arthur thought about what his wife would say, but she did love children. "I'll talk to Molly tonight and I'll give you a follow up by owl."
"Good, good and the Ministry will pay for any expenses she will require. Food, clothing, anything and give you money for taking her in..."
This is perfect Arthur thought Molly's always wanted another daughter.
Percy was shocked at his father's offer "Are you and mum really going to take that girl in?"
"It seems like it..." Arthur walked to the back room and peaked through the slightly cracked door. He saw Miracle in a bed against the wall but she had her legs pulled up to her chest and her arms were pulled over her head.
"Come on Miracle. We just have to make one more check on your arm and you can get some sleep..." an older healer edged her way towards her, from where he stood it looked like she was talking to a statue.
Without knowing what drove his feet to the scene Arthur was at the bedside before he even realized it. "Miracle?" he knelt down "Miracle?" slowly her face appeared. Tears rolled down her cheeks and didn't look like they would stop soon. "Hello. My name is Arthur Weasly, and... soon uh... hopefully soon you'll come back to my house and live there until you think you're better. There are a large number of people who stay at the house. Erm..." he took out a picture from his back pocket his entire family was waving up at them "there's my wife, Molly, my sons Bill, Charlie, Percy—they come by once and a while—Fred... he was killed during the war... George, Ron and my daughter Ginny." Miracle lightly touched George's smiling face "We also have a couple other people who stay too Harry and Hermione."
"H-H-Harry P-P-Potter?" hr voice cracked.
"You've heard of him?"
"Madame Lestrange always talked about his death with Master Voldemort..." she paused "I'm glad she's dead.... She and her husband killed my mum and dad..." the pain was very easily spotted in her voice.
"My wife is the one who killed her..." he said Miracle's eyes lit up "One of Bellatrix's friends killed my son Fred and she almost killed my daughter Ginny, and Molly went berserk. The duel was amazing, finally Bellatrix was killed. Molly hit her square in the chest with a killing curse." They both smiled tearfully.
"I owe my life to those who killed Madame and Master Lestrange..." she said quietly and lay her head back and slowly drifted to sleep...
As Arthur watched this young person sleep he was confused and terrified of the way this young girl was treated but he figured he will have to wait until the time came that she felt comfortable with them. This young woman suffered more an ordeal than one person could ever imagine. She spent countless years in a dungeon of one of the Ministry's most wanted criminals. She saw the murder of her parents, and many other people... She is indeed her given name, Miracle meaning "wonder and marvel" and in the English language meant an "extraordinarily event". She was the only one who survived when her and many other muggles were taken. She lived through all of the Lestrange's and who knows what else and is still alive...
"You are an amazing young woman..." he said softly. The healers told him to leave now that they finally have the time to examine her arm. As he left the Ministry he felt the strong urge to stay with her but he has a family and that family will have a new member. He made his way to the Floo system and grabbed the shiny powder "The Burrow!" he shouted and was consumed by bright green flames.
*****
At the Burrow almost everyone was socializing with each other. Harry was talking with Bill, and Ginny about Quidditch, Ron and Hermione snuggled up next to the non-burning fireplace, Charlie was talking with Fleur about dragons, George was mourning as usual, and Mrs. Weasly was knitting a large green and gold sweater. Bright green flames scared everyone but it was only Mr. Weasly; finally home from work. He was greeted by numerous welcomings from every angle. "Molly can I see you in the kitchen?" he whispered as he passed by his wife. she gave him a weird and confused look but followed him.
"Did something happen at work?" she questioned.
"There was a find during the raid... a whole slew of dead muggles--dead..." He paused "All but one. A girl, probably a little older than Hermione or Ginny's age. She's a nice girl and I told Kingsley we could take her in—she doesn't like it at the Ministry." He said before she could say anything "Molly... if you saw her... you'd want to help. She already loves you."
"What on earth are you talking about Arthur?" she huffed.
"She was bitter about Bellatrix and Rodolphus killing her parents and to help her I told her you were the one who killed her, but I didn't want to say anything about us not finding Rodolphus..." he took a seat "Molly... she doesn't like the Ministry. She doesn't see anyone except those healers and they're all old enough to be her grandparents. It'll be better for her here because it resembles a family better and when she gets comfortable around us and the Ministry would be able to get some information on what the Lestrange's did to her."
Molly was frustrated, she started rubbed her temples "Arthur... where are we going to put her?"
"The twins' room is cleaned out right? She'll go in there. The Ministry will pay for anything she'll need and they'll give us money for taking her in...." he walked over and kissed her "Come on Molly. You said it yourself you'd want another daughter. Well here's your chance."
She chuckled "Okay fine... what's her name?"
"She didn't say her real name but the Ministry calls her Miracle."
"Miracle? That's beautiful... when does she get here?"
"Hopefully tomorrow." He pecked her cheek "if you'll excuse me I have to go send Kingsley an owl..." he came around the corner, Ron was staring back at him.
"Did I hear that right dad?"
"uh... yeah... we're taking in that girl from the Ministry" Ron looked shocked.
"uh... well... okay?"
Arthur walked in the main room and called everyone to attention. "Everyone... We're having another member of the family..." he said happily.
"MUM"S PREGNANT?!" Ginny shouted.
"No! your mum isn't pregnant!" he laughed "No one's pregnant... I hope." He glared at Harry and Ron "She's a muggle, she was found at the Lestrange raid. She's going to be staying here for a while..." Everyone stared around and suddenly bombarded him with questions.
"HUSH!" Mrs. Weasly shouted "Arthur you go send an owl to Kingsley and I'll explain to everyone about her." No one wanted to speak out of line when Mrs. Weasly had to raise her voice because they were afraid she'd hex them into oblivion. He smiled and pecked his wife on the cheek before making his way to the private studies. He scribbled the note quickly with an unsteady hand and read it over a few times before tying it to his sons owl Pig.
"It's about time you had a family Miracle..." he whispered as Pig disappeared passed the faintly visible tree lines.
Okay I re-did this story again because I figured out that there were a lot of things that didn't make sense and/or were not described well. I'm really sorry.