Renegade
Disclaimer: I own nothing, just Niccola
Chapter 1: Look what the professor dragged in
The storm wasn't letting up near the Weasley home.
"Jeez, it's raining buckets out there." George Weasly said as he looked out the front window.
"George, come sit down dinner's going to get cold."
"Okay Mum-hey Poffesor Dumbledore's out there, and he's carrying something!" He said looking a little shocked. As he got to the door and opened it, with his mother standing behind him, Dumbledore was already standing there carrying a little girl who looked to be asleep. She was so skinny you could see the bones in her little hands, and she was wearing very baggy clothes. Dumbledore looked excedingly tired and theywere soaked to the skin.
"Mrs. Weasley could you care for this young lady till I come to retrieve her? I fear she is in mortal peril from Lord Voldemort and his followers." Mrs. Weasley stepped forward and took the young girl in her arms.
"Oh!" She said, her eyes filling with tears. "She's so skinny I can feel her little bones! Of course i'll take care of her Proff. Dumbledore. Didn't anyone feed her?" She said the last question more to herself, but Dumbledore still heard it.
"I only found her tonight. She had found a way to contact me from her location, she was chained to a wall, quite cold, and obviously very underfed. when she wakes up i ask that you not question her to heavily, she will tell you everything in due time." He leaned forward and ruffled the little girls dark hair and said to her sleeping figure. "Good night little one, I'll come see how your doing, and then you can give me the information you told me about." He nodded to them and walked outside and apperated away. Back inside the house Mrs. Weasley turned to Fred and George and said.
"Go upstairs and prepare a bed for her in Bill's old room, I'm going to get her changed."
A short while later...
"Do you think she'll be okay Mum?" George asked leaning against the doorframe to bill's room as his mother laid the girl down in the bed, clothed in Ginny's old clothes. She nodded sadly.
"Physically she'll be fine, as long as she get's some food in her, but psychologically... he said she was chained to a wall, and the clothes she was wearing was three times to big for her. I can't guess what horrors she might have gone through. Come on, time for bed." she said as she kissed the girl on her temple and ushered her son out of the room. He paused and looked back at the small form of the seemingly 4 year old girl.
"'Night kid, don't worry, we're looking out for you now." After he left the room the young girl sleepingly opened her eyes and looked out the window.
"Hear that dad? I'll be fine, as much as you hate that. It just figures doesn't? The daughter of Lord Vodemort being saved by the people who want to stop him, I can't wait till your dead so I can dance on your grave you stupid man." She let out a soft chuckle and fell asleep.