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A/N: Okay, here's the next chapter and thanx for not killing me.

Andria and Tommy looked at the metal gate in front of the mansion

"Well…it does seem pretty unlikely that she ran away." Tommy said, after thinking about it.

"Yeah…"

"But what if-"

"Nope. I already thought of that. It's impossible."

"Maybe she-"

"Why would she have been kidnapped? Who would want to do that?"

"I guess so. But maybe-"

"Tommy that's the dumbest idea you've had yet!" Andria said, rolling her eyes.

"Andy! You haven't even heard what I was gonna say!"

"So? You're predictable. I always know what your gonna say."

They were silent for a moment, trying to think of where their sister had gone. Andria was rather worried. Krissie was small and not exactly strong. She could've easily gotten hurt.

"She'll be okay." Tommy said, as if reading her mind. But there was still doubt.

Meanwhile, Krissie was sitting on a bench the park she'd just discovered. She wiped away a few tears and tried to think of what to do.

"Are you okay, kid?" someone suddenly asked. Kristen looked at him. He had red hair and was rather freckly.

"Um…I'm not s'posed to talk to strangers." Krissie said quickly.

"Is something wrong?"

"No…I mean, I'm not lost or anything." she lied quickly, with a nervous laugh.

"Where are your parents?"

"Home…"

"And where is that?"

"Um…"

"Are you sure everything's okay?"

He seemed nice. Krissie thought maybe she should tell him. Maybe he could help her get home, or something. But what if he decided to tell the press? It would be all over the papers. Her family would be so ashamed. She didn't want that to happen.

"I'm fine." She said, smiling as brightly as she could in her current situation.

"Well, okay…" the man said. He reluctantly started to walk away. Krissie's mind went into panic. This could her last chance for help…

"WAIT!" she yelled at the man before she knew what she was doing.

"What?" he asked.

"I…I'm lost. Some guy tried to kidnap me and…and I got away but now…I have no clue where I am and I'm scared and I want to go home and…and…and…" Krissie found she was short of breath. She breathed deeply, feeling slightly dizzy.

"Whoa, whoa. Slow down. It's okay." The man said. He sat down beside her and waited for her to get herself together again.

"I have to go home."

"What's your name?"

Kristen paused. She didn't want to tell him, but she knew she had to.

"Kr-Kristen Riddle, sir. I'm His Highness's daughter, sir." She whispered. She regretted everything she'd just said at that moment. Now he would cause a huge scene and she'd be on the front page of every paper in the world.

But he just simply patted her on the back and stood up.

"Well, Kristen, my name is Fred Weasley. Now I guess we'd better get you home. It's a good piece from here though."

Krissie stood up and followed him to his car.

"You want a chocolate frog?" he asked. Kristen nodded eagerly. Without thinking of her manners she snatched the chocolate frog from him and ate it hastily as if it would vanish any second.

"Thank you sir." She said.

"I need to make a stop first, is that okay with you?"

"Where." She demanded rather than asked.

"My place."

"What for." Again, demanding.

"Just to ask someone a question."

"It's okay then." She said, crossing her arms and leaning back in the seat.

Fred's POV

He had to admit, the kid wasn't exactly polite. But he didn't say anything about it for two reasons. One, she had a very, very powerful father. Two, she was probably brought up that way by her father. And there was a third reason too, she was his niece.

And that last thought disturbed him. His niece was the daughter of Lord Voldemort. His sister was married to the git, too. He knew that Kristen had a brother and sister, too. They were triplets.

"So, if I recall correctly, you're a triplet." He said, trying to make conversation.

"Yes. My brother's name is Tommy and my sister's name is Andria. But sometimes we call her Andy."

"You three are quite famous."

"I'm aware." She said.

"You're nine now, right?"

"I'll be ten soon."

"You're not very talkative."

"I know. That's Tommy's job. He talks all the time. And Andria plays outside all the time."

"What about you?"

"I read. I have to study to be a good student when I go to Hogwarts. I've been preparing since I was five."

"All by yourself?" he asked, astonished that she was so dedicated.

"No. My daddy tells me I have to study hard every day to be ready to go to Hogwarts. He helps me."

Fred rolled his eyes. The poor kid has no childhood whatsoever. What has Ginny got to say about this? He thought. Then he realized that she probably had no say in it at all. Riddle probably controlled her and their children their whole lives. The more Fred thought about this, worse he felt about taking Kristen home. Sure, he didn't want Ginny to worry about her daughter. But he didn't want to leave his niece in the hands of that monster, Riddle.

He wanted to get his nephew and other niece from there too. And Ginny. He didn't want them around Riddle. He hated every picture he saw of Riddle with Ginny. His little sister's life had been snatched away. Fred had hoped she'd marry Harry Potter actually. Or at least someone he knew and remotely approved of and didn't detest with every bone in his freaking body…

He made his decision. He wasn't taking Kristen home. He couldn't do it. He had to protect her from that monster. He knew it would make up for letting Ginny fall into Riddle's clutches…but it was a start.

Kristen's POV

When they reached Fred's house, he helped Kristen out of the car and they walked up the steps to the door.

It was small house. Nothing compared to the mansion. But when she stepped inside she loved it immediately. It was so cozy. It wasn't big and empty-feeling like her mansion. She could feel so much love in the little house.

"Wow…" she whispered.

"It's a bit small…"

"It's so wonderful! I love it! I wish my home was like this. Wow!" Kristen exclaimed, smiling a real smile for the first time in a long while.

"I'm glad you like it. It's nothing compared to your parents' mansion, but-"

"It's ten times better." Krissie assured him. Fred let her explore the house. She examined every detail, taking a few minutes in each room to make sure she didn't miss anything. She suddenly felt very sad, she would have to leave soon. She missed her family…but she already loved this house, and Fred too. He was so kind to her. Most of the people she met merely looked at her, said a comment (usually a disapproving one), and moved on. Lucius Malfoy did it all the time. Then she remembered.

"Sir!" she called, running back to find him. She needed to tell him about Malfoy. Then he could tell her parents and they could have Malfoy arrested. He was in the kitchen, talking to someone that she guessed was his wife. She stopped short, she'd always been taught never to interrupt a conversation.

"I can't take her back to…him." She heard Fred say, in a low voice.

"But Ginny's there. And don't you think she misses her daughter?"

"I know…but I hate Tom Riddle."

Kristen bit her lip. This man seemed so nice…how could he be an enemy? Maybe she should leave. He could be a danger to her. Kristen's father always told her that she should stay away from his enemies because they were dangerous…crazy even.

"What do you think is best for her then?" his wife asked him.

"I don't know. It's like she's missed out on an entire childhood, living there. And I honestly think he plans for her to take his place when he dies. The way she talked, all she does is study. I think he's preparing her."

Kristen listened closer. She already knew this, of course. But she'd never been entirely sure she'd get to be the next ruler. She thought it would be her brother.

"What's that got to do with it?"

"Well…he's obviously training her to think the way he does. That's the last thing we need."

"But…Ginny-"

"How do we even know he lets Kristen talk to her that much?"

Kristen tried hard not to run right at that moment. He had no right to talk about her family. He had no right to say any of that stuff. Unfortunately these people were her only chance of getting home. So she stayed.

A/N: And I'm gonna end here. Please review! Bye!