The red haired girl looked up from her coloring book, watching her two oldest brothers play Qudditch, which was probably the most boring thing in the world. But the snitch had managed to disappear causing the two brothers to fret, she smiled.
"Charlie?" she shouted, for they were in the air and she was on the ground.
"Not now Gin!"
She put her hands on her hips, oh, how she hated being ignored; she was only six after all. But she knew the rules; they weren't supposed to be playing with real Qudditch balls. Charlie and Bill would get it, if it wasn't found. The snitch flew passed her, buzzing around her ear. Whilst her brothers searched the air, it played on the ground, daring her to catch it. And being the adventurous girl she was, she ran after it. It took her into zigzags and circles, never flying out of her reach, it took her far away from the home she grew up in and she followed it without a care.
It would never leave her to wander off on her own; it would constantly buzz around her, messing up her beautiful red hair to make sure she was still playing. She would always swipe at it, with sticky hands and a smile on her face. She had no idea where she was heading, but she didn't really care. She was six and she was playing a game that took her far away, from her mother crying at night and her father sitting outside praying that he was okay. Who was he anyway, and why did he get all of their attention? They were her parents but they still cared more for a boy who wasn't their son more. It made her hate the boy, that one they whispered about and wouldn't say anything about it when she asked who he was, because she was too young. But today she didn't have to worry about him, for she was chasing a snitch that gladly played with her. Because it didn't know about the boy and she would keep it that way.
When she could almost touch it, it would fly just a little faster but it would never go higher. It wouldn't leave her behind, not like Bill and Charlie who had Qudditch and wouldn't let her play. Percy with his books she was too little to understand. Fred and George with their jokes and pranks that she would get them in trouble for, or that's what they told her. Ron, well, not so much Ron but he still wouldn't let her play Qudditch. Because she was a girl they said, because she was too little they complained. Because once she told Mum they were going to blow up the Borrow!
She stopped, looking around for the snitch she realized, looking up that it was no where to be seen. She turned around and still couldn't see it, she had lost it or rather it had lost her. She bit her lip, but she kept on walking onward because she needed to find that snitch or her reason to why she got lost was gone. Or maybe it was something else that drew her farther and farther away from the place she grew up. She wandered deeper and deeper and tears slowly began to fall down her face.
Because they wouldn't come looking for her, she was too much of a bugger and they loved him more. She stomped her foot in frustration, it wasn't fair. She looked up in the sky, it was long passed lunch much to her dismay. She had never been away from home for so long, it was a bit of an achievement to her; she smirked to herself and kept walking. She was frightened and cold, but she didn't want to stop she just wanted to escape. Because she was tired of being ignored, she had six brothers after all and none of them would bother with her. Two very loving parents, but sometimes their heads were in the clouds.
Where the bloody hell—a phrase she got from Charlie, were they? They didn't really forget about her did they? She sat down; her young legs were beginning to ache. She sighed, waiting for the snitch to come back but she knew it wasn't coming. Fighting off the urge to cry, but she knew she was going to start soon. She was all alone, there was nothing left.