Well, here's chapter four. Enjoy. Oh and I do not own Harry Potter blah blah blah.
You're Adopted
Silvertongue stood at the gate and looked at the house in front of him. It looked like it had been designed by a five year old with building blocks. Silvertongue was good at his job, but it was at times like this that he wished he'd stayed an accountant for one of the lesser families. He was an envoy of sorts to the Most Noble and Ancient Houses. He delivered good and/or bad news to all the families and, occasionally, to people associated with the families. He was at the Burrow to inform Miss Weasley of her true heritage and offer her a chance to meet her brother. The only people, other that the goblins, who knew where she was, (and where her sister was), was Albus Dumbledore, who had to know for school reasons, and Sirius Black, who was godfather to all the Potter children. Talking with her should be easy, the problem was Mrs Weasley.
Even in the Goblin nation, her tempers were legendary. When she turned eleven she started arriving at Gringotts once a year. She would yell at her brothers for misbehaving, her father for dawdling and random strangers for accidentally bumping into her. When she married Arthur everyone thought he had calmed her, but the goblins thought he just delayed the eruption of mount Molly. She probably just waited until she got home, and then made some Howlers.
Those were something that Gringotts had been getting a lot of since the previous July. William Weasley had joined Gringotts as an apprentice curse breaker as soon as he had graduated. His mother was not pleased. She had wanted him to work at the ministry like his father, but Bill wanted to make his own name. They were lucky apprenticeships only lasted a year. He didn't think their ears could hold out longer than that. Some of the higher up goblins were planning to send him to china, just to get rid of the Howlers. When he got wind of the plan he respectfully asked to be sent to Egypt as it was warm and exciting. They said yes, it wasn't like they could hear her Howlers from there.
It seemed anything sent the Weasley mother into a temper these days, he had no idea why.
He mentally prepared himself for the verbal battle about to commence and opened the gate. When the twins had been placed at their respective homes, Gringotts had left a letter with each of them. They explained a few things, but not everything. The letters stated that their family had gone into hiding and couldn't take them with them. It said that they were to know they were adopted and that they would be told everything as soon as possible.
But Molly was a prideful woman. She raised the girl so she was her mother. But the question wasn't if she raised her, but how well the girl was raised? The girl would have to unlearn everything she had ever been taught anyway to be able to learn to live and work as a Lady of the House of Potter. There was also the question of how well she would cope? Not with the new found wealth or the new name, but with the changing from a Pureblood status to a Halfblood status. Most Purebloods were subconsciously bigoted to something if not out right bigoted.
Then again, the girl was only seven. At such a young age she might cope well, she wasn't set in her ways yet. It would depend on what she had been taught by Molly.
Silvertongue had made it to the door and knocked. He adjusted his files and straightened his tie. He was about to knock again when the door opened. Molly Weasley was a short, plump woman with light red hair and dark blue eyes that looked at him with a hint of worry. Maybe she knew it was time.
"What can I do for you? Is there something wrong with William? Is there a problem with our account?" Of course not, but maybe she was trying to distract him.
"No. But I am here on official business. Are your family home?" She nodded once. "May I come in?" She nodded again and moved to the side.
"Of course Charles and Percival are at Hogwarts and William is at Gringotts, but the rest are in the living room, its Arthur's day off." Molly showed him through the kitchen and into the living room.
"Well then, I'm sorry to ruin it with business, but I'm afraid it is rather urgent, the client is quite eager." Arthur stood up to greet Silvertongue. Arthur was an average man. Average height, average weight, average pale blue eyes. He was a bit stocky and had grey flecks in his depleting light red hair.
"Good afternoon mister?"
"Silvertongue." He shook Arthur's hand and looked about the room. There were the twins, who looked like they were building something in a corner. There was a younger boy playing chess by himself. All three had flaming red hair and blue eyes of different shades. And then there was the girl. Dark red hair and brown eyes, she was the opposite of her brother. She was the image of her mother, but she had her father's eyes.
"Well then, down to business. Now I trust you all know why I am here?" He looked around expectantly, but received only the shaking of heads. "Very well. Let's just say that I hope Miss Weasley is more than ready to finally hear about her true heritage."
"What are talking about? She is a Weasley!" There was more than a passing panic in Molly's voice.
"Don't tell me you never told her." Silvertongue was shocked. This had never happened to him. He knew he would likely have to fight his case, but he thought she would have at least told the girl that she was adopted.
"Tell me what?" Ginny was confused and slightly angry. She didn't know what was going on and she hated it when people spoke about her as though she wasn't in the room.
"Well, that you're ad…"
"NO! I forbid you to say it. Children, go to your rooms." Molly was getting into a temper.
"But Mum!"
"What's going on?"
"But I'm hungry!"
"I want to know!" The four children were trying to be heard over each other.
"NOW!" Molly screeched and the children ran for the door to the staircase. They were stopped, however, when they heard a snap and all the windows and doors to the room slammed shut.
"She has the right to know and you can't stop her from finding out." They turned around to see the goblin was now standing away from and looking at their mother. Molly started whimpering.
"No. No. She's my daughter. The family is dead. All dead. She doesn't need to know." She was starting to cry.
"They are not all dead Mrs Weasley. She has a brother, who is very anxious to meet her, and a sister, who was placed with another family. I will be going to collect her soon. Ginny, you are adopted. Your birth parents went into hiding during the war, but couldn't take you or your sister with them. They died at the end of the war, but you have a brother who survived. Would you like to meet him and your sister?"
Before Ginny could respond Molly had regained her temper.
"No. Her family is dead." She hissed "There were no survivors. The letter I received told me that."
"Who was this letter from?" he had his suspicions, but he needed to confirm them.
"From Professor Dumbledore of course," 'of course' "he said the family had all died and there was no need for Ginny to know anything. That she should have a normal childhood. And I agree. A normal childhood, playing and laughing and dreaming about becoming Mrs Harry Potter like all girls her age."
"I should certainly hope not, because Harry Potter is the afore mentioned brother."
There was silence.
Sorry it took awhile. I had a whole bunch of headaches last week. And a couple of exams. And I watched Doctor Who last night. It was brilliant. Such a magnificent twist that I never saw coming. I don't think anyone did. Anyway, please leave your comments. Next time we meet Luna.
