A/N: This is chapter 3. I need ideas, as I am slightly short on ideas for
this story! I also ask that you read my other story, A Black Christmas.
It is part of a story that I am currently working on. It will be very
good, well at least I hope. My profile will tell you more about it.
If you have any ideas for this story, tell me! Here ya go!
Oh I almost forgot!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters. The wonderful, and genius, J.K. Rowling is the brains behind it all. Not moi!
LOL
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Chapter 3: Escaping
Her trunk was loaded up, her father was at the other end of the station, and she was surrounded by her aunts, uncles, cousins, and her two wonderful grandparents. Pipy was content where she was.
Pipy envied her cousins. They all led happy lives. They did not have a father who did not love them or was ungracious to have been blessed with her. They had loving families, and in cases such as Fred and George's families lived close to each other, as did Ginny's and Ron's. Pipy, though, lived with her family on the outside of London. In her childhood days, during the year, Pipy had passed time with her brothers. Pipy had grown close with Phillip, until two years ago, when Pipy was nine and Phillip eight, Percy had changed him. Phillip was no longer the nice, kind, considerate brother. He was now the mean, teasing, hurtful brother. Pipy now had spent the last two years with little Peter. But he was only 5 now, so he would never be close to her. All Pipy could do with him was baby-sit really, which made her very skilled with young children.
"Pipy, dear, I can't believe you are to be the first back at Hogwarts!" Pipy's grandmother fused. Molly Weasley was known to adore her grandchildren so much, that her own children teased her that she likes the grandchildren better.
"But I can think of a better choice," Arthur Weasley added and smiled at the young eleven year old. He was Pipy's grandfather, along with being the Minister of Magic. He had been in that role for five years now, which is how the Weasley were all able to obtain the lake summer houses. Arthur received the role when Fudge died, and so far the magical population enjoys this minister much more than the previous.
Pipy just glowed in this attention. Though no one knew, this kind attention, praise giving attention, was rare for Pipy. She would get it every noun and again from her mother, Penelope Clearwater Weasley.
"Shall we load up that trunk of yours? It's almost time for the train to leave," Harry Potter commented. He was someone who Pipy did not feel that close to, since he was her only uncle that was not a Weasley. But he was nice and Pipy knew that when he was growing up, his family life had been no better than Pipy's, probably worse. At least Pipy had parents. Harry had no parents, and then he lost the closest thing, his godfather. Pipy, though, did not know Harry's godfather's name. But the rumor among her cousins, though the Potter and Ron's children said nothing to confirm or disprove the theory, was that his god father was Sirius Black, the mass murderer.
Pipy nodded to her uncle, showing yes she would like him to load up her trunk. It was time to clamber aboard the train.
"My grandbaby!" Molly exclaimed. Her eldest grandchild was leaving for Hogwarts. Pipy hugged her very tight. "I love you," Molly whispered in her ear. "Be safe, and don't worry about your father. You'll do just fine." With that, Pipy climbed aboard the train, and waved until her extended family were just spots.
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A/N: What do you think? Sorry it is so short! Ciao for now, 'Mione!
p.s. I have re-done a few things on the last chapters, so u might want to
go back and read them.
If you have any ideas for this story, tell me! Here ya go!
Oh I almost forgot!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters. The wonderful, and genius, J.K. Rowling is the brains behind it all. Not moi!
LOL
************************************************************
Chapter 3: Escaping
Her trunk was loaded up, her father was at the other end of the station, and she was surrounded by her aunts, uncles, cousins, and her two wonderful grandparents. Pipy was content where she was.
Pipy envied her cousins. They all led happy lives. They did not have a father who did not love them or was ungracious to have been blessed with her. They had loving families, and in cases such as Fred and George's families lived close to each other, as did Ginny's and Ron's. Pipy, though, lived with her family on the outside of London. In her childhood days, during the year, Pipy had passed time with her brothers. Pipy had grown close with Phillip, until two years ago, when Pipy was nine and Phillip eight, Percy had changed him. Phillip was no longer the nice, kind, considerate brother. He was now the mean, teasing, hurtful brother. Pipy now had spent the last two years with little Peter. But he was only 5 now, so he would never be close to her. All Pipy could do with him was baby-sit really, which made her very skilled with young children.
"Pipy, dear, I can't believe you are to be the first back at Hogwarts!" Pipy's grandmother fused. Molly Weasley was known to adore her grandchildren so much, that her own children teased her that she likes the grandchildren better.
"But I can think of a better choice," Arthur Weasley added and smiled at the young eleven year old. He was Pipy's grandfather, along with being the Minister of Magic. He had been in that role for five years now, which is how the Weasley were all able to obtain the lake summer houses. Arthur received the role when Fudge died, and so far the magical population enjoys this minister much more than the previous.
Pipy just glowed in this attention. Though no one knew, this kind attention, praise giving attention, was rare for Pipy. She would get it every noun and again from her mother, Penelope Clearwater Weasley.
"Shall we load up that trunk of yours? It's almost time for the train to leave," Harry Potter commented. He was someone who Pipy did not feel that close to, since he was her only uncle that was not a Weasley. But he was nice and Pipy knew that when he was growing up, his family life had been no better than Pipy's, probably worse. At least Pipy had parents. Harry had no parents, and then he lost the closest thing, his godfather. Pipy, though, did not know Harry's godfather's name. But the rumor among her cousins, though the Potter and Ron's children said nothing to confirm or disprove the theory, was that his god father was Sirius Black, the mass murderer.
Pipy nodded to her uncle, showing yes she would like him to load up her trunk. It was time to clamber aboard the train.
"My grandbaby!" Molly exclaimed. Her eldest grandchild was leaving for Hogwarts. Pipy hugged her very tight. "I love you," Molly whispered in her ear. "Be safe, and don't worry about your father. You'll do just fine." With that, Pipy climbed aboard the train, and waved until her extended family were just spots.
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A/N: What do you think? Sorry it is so short! Ciao for now, 'Mione!
p.s. I have re-done a few things on the last chapters, so u might want to
go back and read them.
