Fred and George W.:17 yrs
Ron W.:15
Harry P.: 15
Hermione G.:15
Angelina S.: 17
Destiny:15
Ginny:14
Fred +Angelina
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone but Destiny!
Chap 2
"What are we going to do about her?" asked Fred. Mrs. Weasley rubbed her eyes.
"I contacted Professor Dumbledore, he's on his way" Decided Mrs. Weasley. Percy scratched his head.
"Let me get this right, we're going to keep a muggle here, in a magical house until he gets here? She could escape!" asked Percy looking around at everyone around the table. All they could do was nod, except Hermione who was getting drunk on Odgen's Old Firewhiskey. She really couldn't get over the idea that she was "losing" her magic. But it wasn't like nobody tried. Just about everyone had tried to pry the bottle out of her hands but she had whipped out her wand and cast a protection spell on the bottle. with some rather nasty side affects of jelly legs and arms and headaches.
"Don't you listen? Dumbledore!!! Hullo! He's not some slow old geezer who needs a cane! He'll be here any moment." cried Ginny.
"Where is she?" asked Angelina.
"George is keeping an eye on her."
Upstairs:
Destiny woke up and realized that she hadn't been dreaming. She was in a warm dark room, lying on a bed near a window. The storm had stopped to reveal an even darker night with a bright half moon. She carefully got of the bed, trying not to make it squeak too much. She could hear people downstairs talking..how to get rid of the body or how to kill her most likely, she thought. She had to get out of this mad house. Suddenly 8 years of trying to escape the reform school kicked in and she undressed the bed and tied the sheets together, then attached her makeshift rope to the bed's metal frame. Then she quietly pried open the window and dropped the rope out the window and started climbing out.
"You're quick, a minute and a half. It usually took me around three." Said a voice in the dark. Destiny spun around and George turned on the lamps. He had been sitting in the corner of the room watching her with a huge grin. She climbed out of the window and put her hands on her hips.
"You know you can't keep this a secret much longer!" she said bravely though she felt quite the opposite.
"We've kept magic secret for hundreds of years." Reasoned George. Destiny rubbed her head.
"You still believe you have magic! Come on! Your probably older than me! Isn't it time to give up that silly little fantasy? Any ways, I meant keeping me against my will, otherwise known as kidnapping!" she said, exasperated. George walked up to her and closed the window.
"I'm sorry but we have to, if word got out that someone knew about us then our world would be destroyed." Said George smiling. He looked out the window as a gnome tried to drag Errol into it's burrow.
"Your not very convincing. Please let me go." Said Destiny softly. George looked into her silvery blue eyes. She was scared.
"I can't." said George reluctantly.
"You aren't going to...hurt me, are you?" she whispered.
"Never, it's not in my nature!" George reassured her. Destiny smiled weakly.
"George! Can you wake up Destiny? Dumbledore's here!" called Mrs. Weasley. George smiled at her and pulled her out the door of the guest room and down the stairs. As soon as they entered the living room Destiny gasped and said:
"Grandpa Albert?!?"
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone but Destiny!
Chap 2
"What are we going to do about her?" asked Fred. Mrs. Weasley rubbed her eyes.
"I contacted Professor Dumbledore, he's on his way" Decided Mrs. Weasley. Percy scratched his head.
"Let me get this right, we're going to keep a muggle here, in a magical house until he gets here? She could escape!" asked Percy looking around at everyone around the table. All they could do was nod, except Hermione who was getting drunk on Odgen's Old Firewhiskey. She really couldn't get over the idea that she was "losing" her magic. But it wasn't like nobody tried. Just about everyone had tried to pry the bottle out of her hands but she had whipped out her wand and cast a protection spell on the bottle. with some rather nasty side affects of jelly legs and arms and headaches.
"Don't you listen? Dumbledore!!! Hullo! He's not some slow old geezer who needs a cane! He'll be here any moment." cried Ginny.
"Where is she?" asked Angelina.
"George is keeping an eye on her."
Upstairs:
Destiny woke up and realized that she hadn't been dreaming. She was in a warm dark room, lying on a bed near a window. The storm had stopped to reveal an even darker night with a bright half moon. She carefully got of the bed, trying not to make it squeak too much. She could hear people downstairs talking..how to get rid of the body or how to kill her most likely, she thought. She had to get out of this mad house. Suddenly 8 years of trying to escape the reform school kicked in and she undressed the bed and tied the sheets together, then attached her makeshift rope to the bed's metal frame. Then she quietly pried open the window and dropped the rope out the window and started climbing out.
"You're quick, a minute and a half. It usually took me around three." Said a voice in the dark. Destiny spun around and George turned on the lamps. He had been sitting in the corner of the room watching her with a huge grin. She climbed out of the window and put her hands on her hips.
"You know you can't keep this a secret much longer!" she said bravely though she felt quite the opposite.
"We've kept magic secret for hundreds of years." Reasoned George. Destiny rubbed her head.
"You still believe you have magic! Come on! Your probably older than me! Isn't it time to give up that silly little fantasy? Any ways, I meant keeping me against my will, otherwise known as kidnapping!" she said, exasperated. George walked up to her and closed the window.
"I'm sorry but we have to, if word got out that someone knew about us then our world would be destroyed." Said George smiling. He looked out the window as a gnome tried to drag Errol into it's burrow.
"Your not very convincing. Please let me go." Said Destiny softly. George looked into her silvery blue eyes. She was scared.
"I can't." said George reluctantly.
"You aren't going to...hurt me, are you?" she whispered.
"Never, it's not in my nature!" George reassured her. Destiny smiled weakly.
"George! Can you wake up Destiny? Dumbledore's here!" called Mrs. Weasley. George smiled at her and pulled her out the door of the guest room and down the stairs. As soon as they entered the living room Destiny gasped and said:
"Grandpa Albert?!?"