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Note: In my story Fred will be alive because i'm still in denial of his death. Other than that it loosely follows the plot line after Deathly Hallows. there is a lot more dialouge in here then I usually tolerate so it isn't going to be like this usually. Also Ferdinand was in the same year as Oliver and Percy. Hope you like it so far! Keep Reviewing.

Gigi


Leanne and I sat down in her apartment for a long time. We had nothing to say, we were afraid. The cause sat on her coffee table, The Daily Prophet. Usually we wouldn't have bothered with it, but the man who ran it now was different. Lee Jordan was the head of the Daily Prophet and since he took over, it spoke the truth and only the truth.

Unsatisfied Death Eaters

Since Voldemort's defeat his followers (known as the Death Eaters) have disbanded, but very few have stayed loyal. Those few who have stayed loyal have been turning homes, shops, and other public places inside out. They're looking for whom they blame heir loss on; the few Slytherin's who didn't join them. The ones the Death Eaters have found have been brutally tortured. Millicent Bulstrode, age 19, is in St. Mungo's after being under the Cruciatus Curse for fourteen hours straight. Lists have been found near Knockturn Alley.

Here are a few of whom they are looking for (the rest on Page 4):

Magalia Abince

George Anselmo

Evan Bialo

Matt Devonson

Marcus Flint

Terence Higgs

Ferdinand Musking

Theodore Nott

Graham Pritchard

Leanne Zabini

Blaise Zabini

We here at the Daily Prophet are hoping for you, and if your name is on the list we suggest you hide. Hannah Abbot, August 21st

"We should hide." Leanne whispered under her breath.

"I'm not going to, you should, but they won't bother with me." I looked into my cup of coffee, expecting a sign.

"Ferdinand, you should hide!" She said hastily.

"You're a Zabini! They will come after you first." I yelled at her and then realized my mistake. Leanne rose on her feet.

"Don't you ever say that, I am not or never will be one of them!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. "While you have your famous daddy and brilliant mummy. I've got nothing; I raised myself, because my mother is a brute. She went and killed my father when I was seven, and in front of my face. Now you stand here, you were the mistake; you should never have been in Slytherin. Did you know what we all called you behind your back?" I sat there speechless. "We called you the unofficial Gryffindor. That's were you should've been, because after that little incident with you and Oliver, we all knew who you really were loyal to!"

"What did I tell you? I told you to never bring up that incident ever!" I was huffing with anger. My eyes were drawn to a slit. "Now if you don't mind I'm leaving." I slammed the door on my way out; I looked down the street grumpily.

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Sundays were always the most boring days. People drift in and out of your shop's sometimes not buying anything. To make worse it was raining. The other thing about Sundays is that I work the front counter on Sundays.

"I want a bagel, no; actually I'll have a coffee." I started pouring the coffee when she changed her mind yet again. "Hot chocolate and that's final."

"Are you sure?" I chuckled under my breath. I handed the women her hot chocolate, and received her money. "Your change is three sickles." My eyes followed her out the door, which had happened to be opening. Two identical boys walked up to my counter. I knew exactly who it was, Fred and George Weasley, one of them caused my long coma.

"Is Miss Musking here?" The one on the left asked.

"Right here, may I help you?" I had never seen such a look on their usually gay faces. They had the entire colour drained from their face.

"You must come with us. After the prophet put that list out, the Order of the phoenix became responsible to hide those who were on the list." The one on the right was hoping for an easy surrender, of course I didn't give them one.

"I'm not going to hide." I whistled as I wiped the crumbs from the counter.

"Did you know George Anselmo?" He firmly inquired. I nodded, yes. He was a friend of Leanne's. "Well he was found hung in his house." I gasped, my head began to speak.

"Since the ministry took the Death Eaters wands away, they have stooped so low by using muggle techniques." The left one jumped up yelling this. Everyone in the shop looked at us.

"Where will you take me?" They settled themselves and straightened out their clothing.

"The Burrow."

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The house was built in all different angles and was at least five stories tall. Fred and George explained the Order of the Phoenix to me, and how the burrow was the new headquarters. I gawked at the disorganized beauty of it all. The garden was bursting with colour, there was a quidditch pitch in their backyard, and the kitchen had a large window that must never close. I couldn't keep my eyes off of it. Fred and George shoved me a bit, because my staring resulted in me standing there for a couple of minutes. The front door opened to a plump woman with flaming red hair, she was looking very displeased.

"Fred and George, one of your new inventions exploded in your room." She squeaked at them. "Now our guest will have to stay in Charlie's room. Speaking of which, where is she?" Fred and George moved their head towards me. "She's gorgeous." I turned bright red as I over heard this, because I was never told I was pretty. When I asked my parents they told me that I was always beautiful in their eyes, and even when I dated Oliver he never told me I was pretty. "Hello deary, Ferdinand is it? I think Ron got engaged at your bakery." She looked deep in thought.

"It's nice to meet you Mrs. Weasley." I said politely, she smiled and lead me inside the house. There sat a bunch of people and suddenly I felt very inferior. All of them red headed except two, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.

"This is my son Bill," a tall man with scars all over his face stood up and shook my hand "My daughter Ginny," She was a very pretty girl whom asked me if I played quidditch, I told her yes "My other son Ron and His Fiancé Hermione," He said that it was a pleasure to meet again and the girl didn't really put any effort into shaking my hand "and this is-"

"Harry Potter." I said dazed. "You are one of the most amazing seekers I have ever seen in my life!" I was delighted to meet him. He was startled that I didn't say anything about you-know-who or any of that. I really didn't care about that but man was he a good seeker.

"Thanks, you were a pretty legendary beater up there with the Weasley twins." I blushed and heard the twins bask in the compliment.

"Well I guess you're up there with a Weasley, Charlie was pretty amazing too." I chirped.

Mrs. Weasley led me up the stairs right after that, thanking me for the compliment I gave Charlie. She was explaining things to me I really didn't take in. She opened the door to a room decorated from head to toe with quidditch stuff. I ran over to the old Montrose Magpies Poster.

"Wow. I haven't seen this one for years." Mrs. Weasley looked over my shoulder. I spotted my dad who was ten years younger smiling and bearing a captains badge. "See him?" I pointed to my dad. "That's me dad!" Mrs. Weasley looked surprised.

"Your father is Cormac Musking?" The twins stepped into the room. Then I heard then groan, because they knew my last name.

"Yep- they must be worried sick about me." I whipped around to stare at Mrs. Weasley.

"It's alright we took care of it, your parents know you're safe."