Silence. Cold dead silence swept through her like a waterfall. Cascading in one direction, with a hard splash like affect on her mind. She could not remember the last time she had seen any other angels, or any other mortals for that matter. Even at that age Tradiea knew that she wasn't with her parents in the above world, she was down on earth. She knew because she could see the deep green grass her mother had told her about when she was younger. Tradiea (Pronounced Trade-e-a) was three mortal years old, which in the above world made her not more than one year old. With tears in her light blue eyes, and the silent waterfall sweeping through her she called out to her mother, her father, her older sisters, her older brothers and her brother and sister whom she was part of triplets with (that is not grammatically correct I apologize). The sad fact of reality set in on her very quickly as she was not a dumb girl. Tradiea had been thrown down from the above world and abandoned…. By her own family. She couldn't count the hours she spent roaming the vast green fields. Her feet aching, her wings dull and numb and above all her cries. "Mother!" she called her undistigishable accent twanged with pain. She called for her mother over and over and over again until she fell onto the short grass. She weeped into her tiny hands. Until that is she heard two voices from behind her "Are those wings you have?" one of the voices said. "Looks like they are George" her heart fluttered at the second voice. She felt a sense of home in that boys voice. She wiped her tears away with the sleeve of her dress. "Excuse me girl?" the first voice called. She slowly turned around to face two taller, paler, mortal twin boys. To her both boys were very easy to tell apart, the second one was the best looking one to her above all factors. She felt like he might be familiar, but that was impossible. She had never met a mortal before. "Why do you have wings" the second boy asked. "W-Why don't you h-h-have wings?" she hiccuped wiping away another one of her tears that escaped her eyes. "Well Im not sure, its not really normal." the second boy said his voice now softer. "Are you okay?" he asked. "No! My family threw me onto earth and abandoned me" she said her voice thick with tears. "What do you mean threw you onto earth? Have you not always been here?" the first boy asked her. "No! I come from up there… The above world" she pointed up towards the sky. "Its just the sky?" the first boy remarked. "You can't see it from down here. Its very very far up!" she said. "FRED! GEORGE! Oh there you boys are-" a plump women with orange hair ran over to the boys, her brows furrowed as she took in Tradiea. Tradiea lowered her eyes in fear. "Who is this?" she asked the two boys not taking her eyes off of Tradiea. Tradiea became angry that the women didn't directly address her when she spoke about her, she balled up her tiny fists and said "My name is Tradiea" and in a flash her anger was gone and her sorrow, pain and fear returned. "Tradiea! Why thats an angel name!" the women spoke her eyebrows raising. Tradiea nodded, "If your here then that means you've fallen." she stated. "I was thrown!" she said tears pouring down her cheeks. "Was your family thrown with you love?" she asked her eyes filling with compassion. "No. I think they are the one who threw me!" she broke into sobs. "Oh dear! Come here little one!" the women took Tradiea into her arms and Tradiea let go of her fear and hugged the women. "Well we can't just leave you out here alone now can we?" she remarked looking at Tradiea. "I think we shall adopt you Tradiea! Now how does that sound!" the women smiled softly. "Will I ever see my family again?" Tradiea asked. The women frowned "Im afraid not love! The best I can do is adopt you and raise you like my own. Would you settle for that?" the women asked. Tradiea looked at the boys, and then at the women and then at the second more important boy. She realized just how badly she wanted to be with that boy. She nodded and wiped off her eyes. "Well come on then!" she smiled and took the little girls hand. "Im Fred and this is my brother George! Welcome to the family Tradiea!"
The sun was nearly blinding as a nineteen year old Tradiea rolled out of her bed. She scooted over and hopped off the bed, and landed with a faint thud. Her eyes still wanted to stay closed, and her wings wanted to stay wrapped slightly around her small body. She couldn't let them though, not with the events in store for today! She shuffled her way over to her closet and looked in the mirror. Tradiea was like all other angels, gorgeous, stunning, captivating. The only thing different was her height. She was small for an angel, small for a mortal too. She stood at only five foot, two inches tall. She let her wings slide into her body, not leaving a trace of their existence behind. After a few moments she was able to visibly see herself in the mirror, her eyes now fully awake. She opened up the doors to the closet and quickly picked out a green quarter length sleeve top, a pair of light wash boot cut jeans and a simple pair of black canvas sneakers. She put her light blonde, long wavy hair into a pony tail and dashed downstairs. "Morning Tradiea!" Molly called from in the kitchen. "Good morning Molly! Smells good in there!" she remarked as she sat down at the table and waited for the rest of them to show up. Ginny was the first to walk down the stairs. "Hey Tradiea, good morning mum!" Ginny called as she slid into the seat across from Tradiea. "Hey Ginny!" Tradiea replied with a yawn. "Still tired are we?" Ginny asked smiling. "If it was not for a good reason, I would not be up right now!" "Don't we know it!" Arthur walked in and gently hit Tradiea in the back of her head with the newspaper. "Wow Arthur it looks like you put on your sense of humor today!" Tradiea teased him. He smiled at her and kissed Ginny's head before going into the kitchen. "Are Fred and George up yet?" Tradiea asked. "No. Well yes I heard them bickering when I came down here!" Ginny replied. "Of course they were arguing!" Tradiea shook her head. "Of course who was arguing?" Fred asked as he and George made their way down the stairs. Tradiea's heart fluttered as she looked at Fred. It always fluttered that way. She was used to that by now. "You two!" Ginny said rolling her eyes. "We were not fighting!" George slid into his chair. "Like Merlin you were not! Your father and I could hear you from in here!" Molly called from the kitchen. "Told you!" Ginny said. "I see you are wearing Irelands color as well!" Fred said to Tradiea sliding into the seat across from George, on Traidea's right side. "That I am! Thank you for noticing!" She replied. "Well just wait until Ron comes down and sees that! He'll throw a bloody fit that he is the only one not supporting Ireland!" George laughed. "Well I never told him I was not supporting Ireland!" Tradiea laughed. "No but you never said you were either! In fact what did you say again?" George asked mocking ignorance. "Yes George I think it was along the lines of this 'my support is disclosed on one team, which is disclosed in my head. Therefore you all shall find out on the day of the world cup!'" Fred mocked. "Oh haha your all so bloody funny!" she rolled her eyes smiling. "I think we are yes!" Fred said. She looked at him and smiled and he looked at her with a smile. Their eyes locked for a split second, "Fred! Come in and help me fix this! You too George!" and the moment was gone. Just before someone could have noticed that. "Will you excuse us!" Fred's face was slightly flushed. Tradiea wished deeply she could tell him of the connection they both had. She had read up on it in the Hogwarts library during her third year. She was baffled by the magnetic pull like attraction she had for Fred. She found out he was her mate, unfortunately most mortal imprints of fallen angels never realize the attraction. She knew she could tell him, but the odds of him believing her and not thinking she was a nut case and admitting he felt the same way were slim to none. Tradiea had also been baffled with the fact she had received an invitation to attend Hogwarts, as she was not a wizard or a witch. She read up on that before she started her first year and it turned out that fallen angels are able to absorb powers of whatever type of population they fall into. Therefore she radiated and was able to mimic the powers of a full-blooded wizard. She went into her first year as a Gryfindor with Fred and George. She never adapted to calling Arthur and Molly her mother and father. She was to set with her real parents, and family. She felt like everyone but Fred was her sibling though, if that does not sound like to weird of a way to describe her ties to the Weasley's . Back to the present. Ginny opened up her mouth to say something but Ron cut her off. "Not you too Tradiea!" he groaned walking over to them. "Sorry Ron!" Tradiea shrugged her shoulders with a smile. "Oh you all underestimate the power of Victor Krum! I can assure you that!" he shook his head angrily as he sat down. "You mean your gay butt buddy?" Tradiea said. Ginny burst out laughing! "Its okay Ron, we accept you for who you are! No one here has an issue with the gay community!" Tradiea went on, Ron's face growing redder and redder as she continued. "He is not my gay butt buddy!" Ron yelled. "Ronald Weasley! How dare you use that language around your little sister!" Molly yelled from in the kitchen. Tradiea and Ginny bursted out laughing. "Mum!" Ron protested. "No! In here now!" she yelled. "I will get you back for this Tradiea!" Ron growled as he walked away, "Not with Victor Krum's wang in your butt you won't!" she said and Ron nearly blew a fuse. Fred and George came out, there faces red with the laughter they had to contain in the kitchen. They both gave Tradiea a high five as they slid into their seats. "Ron how dare you accuse her of such a thing!" Molly roared. "But mum!" Ron wailed. They all burst out laughing. "Quiet in there!" Molly yelled. They all began to silently laugh. "That means no laughing once so ever!" Arthur poked his head in. "Laughing? Us?" Ginny said mocking innocence. "Ginny…" Her father warned. "Yes?" he raised his eyebrows and she turned around holding in laughter. "We're done Arthur no need to worry!" Tradiea said. He furrowed his brows and leaned back in. They all broke out into silent laughter.
"Victor Krum is the best quidditch catcher in the world. Bulgaria may not have won but he caught the quidditch and that is the best moment" Ron went on and on and on about how amazing Victor Krum is, as they all headed to their tents for the night. Fred and George had been right on their bet, Ireland had one but Krum caught the snitch. Tradiea hadn't felt like betting, but she agreed with Fred and George one hundred percent. "Looks like somebody really likes their butt buddy." Tradiea said suppressing laughter. "Yeah Ron, your butt buddy sounds like a great guy!" Fred chuckled, "He looked so dashing on the field did he not?" George said. "Knock it off!" Ron fumed. "Oh come on now Ron, just admit it you've got a crush on Victor Krum!" Ginny said as she tossed a shirt in the laundry basket. "I do not!" he yelled. After a short break into song, Molly and Arthur stuck their heads in through the door. "Fred, George, Tradiea head over to your tent now. Stop bothering Ronald!" Arthur said with a slight smile. Tradiea rolled her eyes smiling, and nudged Fred's elbow. "Come on now, lets leave before Ron starts to-" "Don't even say it Tradiea!" Molly interjected before she could speak any further. Laughing the three left the tent and began to walk over to their tent. "Its funny to see Ron get so worked up over a silly joke!" Tradiea smiled. "You'd think he really does have a fancy for Krum!" George chuckled. "Yeah if it wasn't for the way he looks at Hermonie I'd say he does!" Fred agreed. "He does ogle her quiet a lot!" Tradiea agreed. Tradiea didn't notice but in the dark Fred watched her, he loved the thing she'd do with her bottom lip after she got done speaking. Honestly he loved her, and there had always been a certain level of attraction when it came to him and Tradiea. He knew though, that she would not feel that way. They were so different, and she was just so gorgeous. She could have any bloody man she wanted, thats why he was so surprised she had never had a boyfriend before. She had been asked plenty of times, but always refused. Back to the present. As they made their way into their tent their was a loud crashing noise, followed by a big bult. "Death eaters!" George yelled. They grabbed their wands and ran out. It was already a chaotic scene. Half the field was on fire, and people were running everywhere. "FRED GEORGE TRADIEA!" it was Molly's voice. "MOLLY!" Tradiea yelled as loud as she could. "COME ON WE NEED TO FIND HER!" Tradiea said to Fred and George who nodded. Somehow in all of the confusion she had been split up with Fred and George. She looked around her, fire enclosed her in one spot. She let her wings unfold but instantly regretted it. The fire was tainted with angel sage, the only known substance that could cause any harm or pain in and angel or immortal. She cried out and fell to the ground, instantly she was struck in the side of the face. "Well well well, what do we have here!" she looked up into the face of a female death eater. Smoke billowed all around them, making it impossible for any mortal to breathe. She hoped that everyone was okay. "Who are you?" she growled putting her wand at her side. "No the question my love is who are you? Your not a wizard I see…. So how on earth did you end up with the Weasley's?" she asked her voice scratchy and ugly. "That is not of your concern!" she spat, "Oh but it is darling, you see along with the chosen one our dark lord knew there would be another, stronger force in our way and it seems that the force is you! A fallen angel…" she said clawing Tradiea's face. "Time to say goodbye little angel!" she laughed. "Not today bitch!" Tradiea yelled and kicked the women in her stomach, with a loud cry the women went flying into the air and landed somewhere unknown. Even with angel sage, Tradiea was one of the strongest angels ever born, not that she knew that… No one knew that yet. Tradiea got up and flew up into the sky briefly, she landed near an empty space away from the fire before heading back into it to fight.
"Say it one more time, exactly as she said it to you!" Arthur said for the millionth time that morning. Tradiea rolled her light blue eyes which begged to shut. "Oh but it is darling, you see along with the chosen one our dark lord knew there would be another, stronger force in our way and it seems that the force is you! A fallen angel" Tradiea quoted the women again. Arthur shook his head and began to pace the kitchen again. "Can I please go to bed now!" Tradiea sighed. "No-" Molly cut him off, "Love look how tired she is, she had it worse than any of us last night!" Molly argued. Arthur looked at Tradiea and his eyes softened. He had helped raise the young girl and he couldn't help but feel as if she was his daughter. "Im sorry Tradiea you're right…. Go and get some sleep!" He smiled gently at her. She nodded and got up. When she hit her bed she fell asleep instantly.
"Lets not talk about it anymore!" Tradiea said to Fred and George as they sat on the train waiting for Angelina to get back. "Alright, alright!" Fred said shaking his head. Tradiea looked out of the window and at first she was just looking at the landscape. Then she noticed in the reflection Fred was staring at her. She met his eyes and he instantly looked away, his face flushing. Her eyebrows furrowed but she looked away. Why had he been acting so strange lately. "Hey guys!" Angelina said sliding in next to George. "Hey!" Tradiea smiled, Angelina was one of her best friends. Other than Hermonie and Ginny she was the only other girl that did not drive her to crazy. "So I heard about the death eater attack, were you guys there?" she asked astonished. "Yes, we were there." Tradiea said, her good mood slowly evaporating. "Lets not talk about it though!" Fred interjected quickly. Angelina nodded. The rest of the ride was full of idle chat, and Angelina trying to convince them to stay out of trouble this year. "No way Angelina, thats our life right there!" Tradiea laughed as they got off of the train. "Guys please!" she whined. "Are you whining?" Tradiea mocked astonished. "I think she is!" Fred teased…
Alright so thats it for chapter one. Hope you guys liked it! More to come!