a/n I made this a two-parter because my left hand is injured by the way of the nerve in my shoulder.Word of Caution: Never try to turn a corner while on a linoleum floor, with new socks.
If I someone else tells me to add more angst or sex into my fan fiction, I'm going to send my ninja squadron on the lot of ya. You know who you are. Seriously, grow the hell up. -anger officially vented-
This was, by far, the best week he's ever had since the time his mum had given him a Nintendo when he was 4, which involved two days of realization of a world he never knew about, One day of meeting new people, not to mention getting punched in the head by an arrogant bully, and two days of running around the woods next to the Burrow with Maggie, His first real friend.
"You can't catch me!" Maggie yelled running away. She was right. He had never seen anyone run that fast, but, not wanting to be a poor sport, ran anyway.
"I….Can… Can't… ke…keep… up" He panted as he was a good twenty to twenty-five feet behind. She turned around with a smirk
"Not so quick now, eh, William." He gave a very comically resentful look with his hands on his knees, gasping for air. She jogged quickly over to where William was/
"I'ma…I'ma get you for that!" He took a few more breaths before lunging at her again. She was ready for it, and he landed on his face. She laughed at him.
"You couldn't catch the wind off my arse!" she laughed again helping William up. "Ready for another go?"
"I think we can officially say you win" He smiled. Maggie turned red as a beet. There was a momentary silence.
"Getting a bit late, we have to get up early to get to Scotland!" She said excitedly, walking in the wrong direction.
"That's an idea, but we need to be heading this way." He pointed to the wrong direction as well.
"Oh! Well.. Uh…" she walked toward the direction William pointed to. He followed her, close behind.
"I'm not sure this is the right direction!" She looked up to the sky as it grew dark. "William!" She looked to William who was looking frantically at the trees around them. Soon the sky faded until there was nothing but moonlight.
"William! We need to get out of here.. I have no idea what could be-" She was cut off by the rustling of the grass nearby. Tripping on a stick, She fell back into William. "Th-There is s-something there!" she pointed into the darkness.
A ghostly figure appeared. It was a cloaked figure, holding out a slimy, scaled hand, holding a wand. Before he could tell who or what it was, Maggie fainted into his arms. Running on his better judgment,
He grabbed her legs, and to his surprise, lifted her quite easily. Just before turning around to make a run, though, the figure lifted up it's hood. Even In the dim moonlight, he recognized the head.
Before realizing what he was doing he high-tailed it out of the woods toward where he thought the burrow might be. For great luck, he was right, for he saw the twinkling of the Burrow's kitchen in the distance. 'How could this be?' he felt himself yelling in his mind. Many more thoughts had rushed though his confused mind. He tried so hard not to think about what he just saw, but it just kept coming back… haunting his every step.
Soon he came to the edge of the woods… there stood two figures of men.
"Riddikulus!" said the figure on the left, in glasses, as he ran past. William made it all the way to the kitchen, before Mr. Weasley ran out screaming.
"Where have you two been? What happened to Her? I was so worried!" Mr. Weasley came out to grab Maggie off his shoulders.
"W-we.. Got lost… some…thing… attacked us…" William panted out, catching his breath he felt he was about to collapse. Mrs. Weasley sighed the look that she was about to murder them faded away into a more worried look.
"Are you alright, what was it?" She asked, but as he was before, he was beat to the punch.
"A boggart... Took the shape of a dementor. With the head of a man I'd never seen befo-" It was Ron, he was followed by closely Harry.
"My dad… how would it take the form of him?" William interrupted, quietly.
"They take the form of the thing you fear the most." Harry said, leaning up against the house.
"I didn't know Maggie feared dementors." Ron said, faintly surprised. Mrs. Weasley looked angry.
"I told you to lay off the stories of those blasted things… she was way too young!" She scowled at Ron. Harry laughed.
"Well you better get to bed, William, have to get up early for the game, eh?" said Ron trying to change the subject. William ran to the living room, looking to Mr.. Weasley with disgrace.
"I should of fought it. I know I should of…"
"She's only fainted." He still looked to the ground, as if he had lost a war. "It's not your fault.. Not many 11 year olds can fight magical creatures, William. Especially without a wand." He looked back up to Mr. Weasley, who had a surprising smile on his face. "Go up to bed, we need to get up bright and early in the morning. " with that note, William escaped up to his room for some sleep.
THE NEXT DAY
"William!" through the darkness of his sleep, he heard a familiar girl's voice, calling to him. "William!" The voice had gotten deeper. "William. It's time to get up." It was Ron's voice, sure enough, when he opened his eyes to look, there stood the indifferent freckled man that he had met just a few days before.
"We are leaving soon, get dressed and be ready for a day and half of camping!" Before he could ask any question, Ron was gone without a trace. William spent about twenty minutes packing an old bag full of two sets of robes. Lugging the bag downstairs, he noticed everyone was waiting for him in muggle clothing.
"Ron, you forgot to tell him that he needed to wear muggle clothing?" said Hermione under her breath leaning to the freckled man.
"Umm, William, You need to be in muggle clothing." Ron said hesitantly. Hermione slapped him in the back of the head.
"I don't have any, other then the clothes I came in…" William stated after some thought. "And they are nothing more then smelly rags." Mr. Weasley thought for a while.
"No matter. Go up to the attic, there should be a chest full of clothing." he said after a second.
William quickly ran up the stairs toward the attic.
A/N Part 2 (Which will be a hell of a lot longer) will be up tommarrow, As I have no life, and nothing better to do.
