(A/N- I told you I'd be fast! Thanks for reviewing!!)
Chapter 6- Lost and Found
Alyson looked up. Chris was sitting on the maroon couch, staring into the flickering fireplace. Alyson slid against the wall, clutching her stomach.
"So it's true." Chris' voice echoed off the walls. "They lied to me. They lied to me!"
"At least they wanted you," Alyson said, her voice trembling. "At least they didn't abandon you."
"It can't be, it just can't!" Chris said. "Wait, we're the same age, right? How can we have the same parents?"
Something in Alyson's mind clicked. "Because I'm supposed to be in fifth year."
"What?" Chris looked at her.
"It's true," Alyson said, trembling. "I was born October 15th, and Claire was born January 3rd. My aunt and uncle wanted us to be in the same grade, so they got special permission from Dumbledore to hold me back a year."
Chris sucked in his breath. "I was born August 5th. 10 months after you."
Alyson nodded.
"Aly," Chris walked over to her, and led her over to the couch with him. She reached over and gave him a hug, her tears splattering his robes. "It's gonna be okay. I promise."
Alyson pulled away. "Thanks bro," she said, giving him a sad smile.
"Anytime, sis," Chris said, returning her grin.
Alyson turned to face him. "Okay. We're going to figure this out. Rationally."
Chris nodded.
"My parents probably had a good reason for running away and leaving me. Probably. And then they had you."
"My parents are Muggles though, Aly."
"Muggles? Have they ever seemed magical to you? I mean, at all?"
Chris frowned. "Not really. My dad's always been really interested in magic though. When I went to get my schoolbooks before I started school he practically bought out the whole bookstore to read up."
Alyson smiled.
"My dad's name is Tim. My mum's is Christine. My Dad's a reporter. He's kind of famous. He goes all over the world. My mum goes on trips with him while I'm at school." Chris took a breath. He seemed to be on a roll.
"I don't have any relatives except for my godmother, Clara. She's my parent's best friend. And, well, that's about it." He looked at Alyson.
Alyson took a breath. "My mom was Ginny. My dad was Harry. They defeated Voldemort and then disappeared. No one has ever found them. I was only a couple days old. And, well, I really don't know much about them."
Chris nodded. He seemed to be calming down a bit. "So you're parents defeated Voldemort, then ran away, changed their names and had me? Why?"
Alyson shrugged, feeling deflated.
"My parents would never do that Aly, never! And it doesn't sound like yours would either. There must be some other way it's possible."
Alyson smiled. "Thanks for trying to make me feel better Chris, but I highly doubt it."
Chris looked discouraged. "So, what do we do now? Go to Dumbledore?"
Alyson looked up. "No, no Chris we can't. Not yet."
"When then?" Chris looked at her. "We have to tell someone."
"Why don't you go home for Christmas, and try to find out some stuff about your parents. Then, after Christmas we'll tell someone. Alright."
"Okay," Chris smiled.
"Thanks. I think I'm going to need my little brother right about now." Alyson said.
"Little? Little? We'll see about that!" Chris said.
The teenagers sat on the couch for a while, staring into the flames.
(A/N- Next chapter we meet all the various Weasleys! Stay tuned.)
Chapter 6- Lost and Found
Alyson looked up. Chris was sitting on the maroon couch, staring into the flickering fireplace. Alyson slid against the wall, clutching her stomach.
"So it's true." Chris' voice echoed off the walls. "They lied to me. They lied to me!"
"At least they wanted you," Alyson said, her voice trembling. "At least they didn't abandon you."
"It can't be, it just can't!" Chris said. "Wait, we're the same age, right? How can we have the same parents?"
Something in Alyson's mind clicked. "Because I'm supposed to be in fifth year."
"What?" Chris looked at her.
"It's true," Alyson said, trembling. "I was born October 15th, and Claire was born January 3rd. My aunt and uncle wanted us to be in the same grade, so they got special permission from Dumbledore to hold me back a year."
Chris sucked in his breath. "I was born August 5th. 10 months after you."
Alyson nodded.
"Aly," Chris walked over to her, and led her over to the couch with him. She reached over and gave him a hug, her tears splattering his robes. "It's gonna be okay. I promise."
Alyson pulled away. "Thanks bro," she said, giving him a sad smile.
"Anytime, sis," Chris said, returning her grin.
Alyson turned to face him. "Okay. We're going to figure this out. Rationally."
Chris nodded.
"My parents probably had a good reason for running away and leaving me. Probably. And then they had you."
"My parents are Muggles though, Aly."
"Muggles? Have they ever seemed magical to you? I mean, at all?"
Chris frowned. "Not really. My dad's always been really interested in magic though. When I went to get my schoolbooks before I started school he practically bought out the whole bookstore to read up."
Alyson smiled.
"My dad's name is Tim. My mum's is Christine. My Dad's a reporter. He's kind of famous. He goes all over the world. My mum goes on trips with him while I'm at school." Chris took a breath. He seemed to be on a roll.
"I don't have any relatives except for my godmother, Clara. She's my parent's best friend. And, well, that's about it." He looked at Alyson.
Alyson took a breath. "My mom was Ginny. My dad was Harry. They defeated Voldemort and then disappeared. No one has ever found them. I was only a couple days old. And, well, I really don't know much about them."
Chris nodded. He seemed to be calming down a bit. "So you're parents defeated Voldemort, then ran away, changed their names and had me? Why?"
Alyson shrugged, feeling deflated.
"My parents would never do that Aly, never! And it doesn't sound like yours would either. There must be some other way it's possible."
Alyson smiled. "Thanks for trying to make me feel better Chris, but I highly doubt it."
Chris looked discouraged. "So, what do we do now? Go to Dumbledore?"
Alyson looked up. "No, no Chris we can't. Not yet."
"When then?" Chris looked at her. "We have to tell someone."
"Why don't you go home for Christmas, and try to find out some stuff about your parents. Then, after Christmas we'll tell someone. Alright."
"Okay," Chris smiled.
"Thanks. I think I'm going to need my little brother right about now." Alyson said.
"Little? Little? We'll see about that!" Chris said.
The teenagers sat on the couch for a while, staring into the flames.
(A/N- Next chapter we meet all the various Weasleys! Stay tuned.)