Chapter One
Thank you for checking out my story! Feel free to review it and tell me what you like and don't like about it. This is just a short intro, but future chapters will be longer. BTW, I obviously do not own Harry Potter. I wish.
Lilly Potter was best friends with Molly Weasley. They were both sweet natured and loved being mothers. Not only that, they were very talented when it came to charms and casting spells. When Lilly and James Potter went into hiding after finding out that Voldemort was looking for them, Molly and her husband, Arthur were devastated . They knew that deep down this could only end badly if they couldn't defeat he who shall not be named.
They were even more heartbroken when they learned about Lilly and James Potter's death. However, they were glad that their two children had miraculously survived, Harry and Lucy Potter. Lucy Potter had been sleeping downstairs in the living room when Voldemort arrived at what was supposed to be their safe house. Voldemort either hadn't noticed the baby girl or didn't pay any attention to her. That hadn't been the case when it came to her twin brother. He left his mark on Harry's forehead.
The Weasleys offered to adopt both of the children, but Dumbledore was very adamant that Harry had to go live with his aunt, Lilly's petty sister. However, their aunt wouldn't take in both of the children, so Olivia was separated from her brother, the chosen one, for the first time and was sent to live with the Weasleys.
There Molly Weasley held her pretty much all day long. She fed Lucy formula and sang little enchantments and songs to her. When she had to do the laundry or prepare food for her other children, she sat Lucy down on a soft quilt with toys scattered around on it to play with the twins, Fred and George. Even then, they shared quite a connection. Fred, George, and Lucy all slept better at night when they were in the same room.
The older the twins and Lucy got, the closer they became. Fred and George were there to help her take her first steps and comfort her when she fell. They also entertained her. They made funny faces that made her laugh, and when they were grew up a little bit more, she accompanied them around the house while they pranked their other siblings, Ginny, Percy, Charlie, Ron, and Bill.
When she was happy, they were happy and vise versa.
When Lucy was six years old and the twins were eight, Molly Weasley sat them down in the living room to have a serious discussion. She knew that they wouldn't like what she was about to bring up, but she felt like it was important.
"Lucy since you are older now, I think its time that you shared a room with Ginny," she said, her brown eyes serious and focused. The twins moaned and Lucy frowned. Even though she liked Ginny, she got along with the twins a lot better. Sometimes, she felt like they were meant to be friends, meant to be family. She didn't want to be separated from them when she didn't have to be.
"Come on, mom," Fred said. "Don't be like that! We've always shared our room with Lucy."
"Yeah, it would be strange without her," George added.
Lucy leaned into Fred, seeking comfort while George wrapped an arm around her shoulders, understanding what she needed.
"I think that now that you guys are getting older, you guys should sleep in separate rooms. Lucy doesn't want to sleep with stinky boys every night," Molly said even though that wasn't the reason why she wanted Lucy to sleep in Ginny's room. Lucy almost always snuggled with the twins at night, and since they were getting older, she believed that it was no longer appropriate.
"T-they don't s-stink," Lucy said, stuttered.
Both Fred and George grinned. They thought that Lucy's stutter was adorable, along with her blue bug eyes. The Weasley family was sure that she would grow out of the stutter eventually. She was a very bright girl.
Molly smiled warmly at Lucy. "I'm glad you don't mind their stench dear, but I am sure that you are only being polite," she said.
"We don't stink, mum," Fred said. He couldn't imagine waking up in the middle of the night and not having Lucy there.
"We can clean our room if its a problem," George added. He enjoyed listening to Lucy talk/stutter in her sleep and her adorable little snore. He didn't want to miss any of it.
"Fine," Molly said. "You can continue sleeping in the same room, but no funny business."
"Okay," Fred and George said in unison catching their mother's meaning. Lucy blushed, not understanding. They spent the rest of the day hanging out like they always did, trying to put that stressful conversation behind them.
After Lucy begged them, they played with her dolls and dollhouse before they went outside and chased each other. Lucy found herself shrieking with laughter most of the day and when things calmed down a bit, she had a soft smile on her face. The twins were also less serious (not like they ever were in the first place) and more cheerful in her presence.
Lucy had a very different childhood than her brother even though she didn't know it. She was loved, and when she was having a good time with the twins which was pretty much of all of the time, she didn't have time to wonder about her brother. Sometimes, late at night, she was curious about him, but she was six, a kid and didn't know how to find out more about him.
Maybe Fred and George could help her.
I know that this was short, but I just wanted to give you a taste of what this story will be like. There will be a plot eventually when they go to Hogwarts, but I was thinking about slowing it down a bit and writing cute little chapters about their childhood experiences. What do you think?