Few Words Spoken - Fred Weasley Fanfic

Chapter 1

"Escape from Azkaban! Sirius Black is out!"

The Daily Prophet seemed to scream at the young girl who held it in her dainty hands.

"How is this possible?" She wondered. The man on the page looked insane, with unruly black hair and a manic look etched into his worn face. Though many did interpret this look as insanity, she knew the truth. The truth that made both her mother and brother sneer when his name is mentioned.

Sirius Black was nothing but an innocent man, accused of betraying his best friends and murdering another one. A man who was no other than her uncle, whom she always wondered if he would be happy to know her. Happy to accept another one of the Black family disgraces.

Zelenia"Nia" Walburga Dolohov was the second child of Antonin Dolohov and Vega Dolohov-Black, both infamous Death Eaters. Nia's older brother Hyperion Arcturus Dolohov was perfect in her parents eyes. As a child he was rude and cruel, characteristics that won her parents affections. When the Dark Lord was defeated Antonin was sent to Azkaban while Vega got off by stating she was under the Imperius Curse by her husband, an utter lie concocted by Antonin himself. The only loving gesture Antonin had ever given his wife.

Antonin wasn't there to witness Zelenia's upbringing though he would have been just as disappointed as his wife and son. While Hyperion was a Slytherin prefect during his time at Hogwarts, who turned to be more malicious as time grew on, Zelenia was quite the opposite. A gentle Hufflepuff who was strong and loving, who was quite adored by most anyone once they got past her family name.

Honestly the only thing she shared with her family was her striking features. Her hair was as black as a ravens feather with curls that combated those of her cousin's, Bellarix LeStrange. Her eyes were a steely grey and her lips matched that of the roses out in the family garden. Her skin, however, was as pale as the moon she was named after. She looked much like her mother, stunningly beautiful yet Nia held herself with more elegance compared to her sneering mother who always seemed to hold a frown.

It was even now as the pair made their way down Platform 9 3/4 the older Dolohov scowled at those around them. Nia's skin flushed as she wanted to escape her mother as fast as possible. Nia loved her family but disliked them at the same time. She couldn't find it in her heart to truly hate them, she just didn't want to be apart of them.

"Hurry now girl, why must you move so slow." The woman chastised her daughter, her nose twitching up in disgust. Many families recognized the pair of women and moved out of their way. Nia saw some visibly flinch as they came near. She wondered how many of them had family members that came victim to her parents horrid acts during the First Wizarding War, both muggles and wizards and witches alike.

Finally they came to a halt as her mother secured a spot next to the Malfoys.

"Vega darling!" Narcissa Malloy exclaimed with a pleasant smile, going to kiss her mother on the cheek. Nia didn't truly mind Mrs. Malfoy as the woman had always been kind to her, it was Lucius Malfoy that she disliked. Proud and vicious but a coward nonetheless, someone who was all talk but Nia believed that was all he was.

"Oh Zelenia how grown up you look! Quite a beautiful young lady you have here Vega." Mrs. Malfoy commented as she kissed Nia's cheek as well.

"Yes well she takes after me in that department, the only thing I will take credit for with this one." Narcissa frowned slightly at her cousins words as she studied the girl in front of her. It was true that Nia had grown up this yearly . Her chest had filled out quite a bit and she had gained some nice curves in her waist and hips.

Narcissa had turned back to Vega and her and Lucius, struck up a conversation on no other than Hyperion's success at the Ministry.

"Hello Draco, how was your summer?" Draco Malfoy, who was silently standing next to his father looking rather perplexed. At the sound of his name he turned towards his cousin and gave a faint smile. His father always spoke ill of his Hufflepuff cousin but he rather liked her. They were quite close in age as she was only two years older than him, her starting her fifth year while he was starting his third.