Nothing but trouble..

How it all began... (pt3)

It was about an hour before the man finished abusing the poor girl. She was swollen, cut, bruised, scraped, stabbed, punched,kicked, you name it. She was covered head to toe in injuries.

Her captor walked down the ladder, somewhat more calm than before. Once he was downstairs, y/n decided she needed to get out of there. She pulled out of her pocket, a knife that her 'father' decided not to use and foolishly put on the floor, to be forgotten.

She continued to cut off the ropes that bound her, glancing at the marks on her wrist for only a split second, before grabbing a hammer and smashing the ceilings.

The man heard this, and charged upstairs to find the girl on the roof. He tried to grab her, but y/n jumped down into a bush. She winced at the scratch of the twigs, and remembered that this is how far she'd gotten before, she she'd got caught again.

Y/n ran as fast as her little 10 year old legs could run. She made it to the closest neighbour's house and summarised what happened to her.

The neighbours locked the doors and called 911. They heard rapid banging and yelling on their front door.  It was y/n's captor. She hid behind a counter in the kitchen. Flinching at every bang he made.

The police arrived, and chased after the running man who decided to flee the scene. The cops arrested him in front of young y/n's eyes. The police attempted to ask the girl what happened to her.

Y/n ran away. She stumbled upon an odd looking house and knocked upon the door. A strange woman with curly ginger hair answered the door, she looked very delighted indeed.

"Hello, darling! Are you lost? Would you like me to call your parents?" The woman enquired after starting at the child for a moment.

"No p-please, no, don't!" Y/n blurted out.

"Alright then, well I suppose you should come inside, then." Hesitantly, y/n entered.

She stood face to face with two identical boys. "H-hello..." she said, gingerly.

"Hi! I'm Fred!" "I'm George." The two boys instantly put their hands out to shake. Y/n flinched at their sudden movement toward her. One of the two boys, Fred, slowly gripped her hand and shook it, confused.

"Well, come on! I was just knitting some sweaters for the boys here! What's your name?" The woman asked, "I'm Mrs Weasley, but you can call me Molly!" She exclaimed.

"Y/n  y/l/n"

"That's a beautiful name, y/n! Shall I make you one as well? You should change out of those clothes too-" Molly cut herself off, "what is all this?" She pointed to the countless scars and stab wounds and cuts and bruises and scratches.

"That was my.. dad. He's gone now though." A sudden panic filled her eyes. "Oh please don't send me back! You're not going to send me back are you?" Y/n said, backing away toward the door.

"After he did that? No! We don't exactly have any spare rooms here, but you can stay here until you get your letter." Molly exclaimed.

"My- my letter?" Y/n said, confused.

"Why yes! Your Hogwarts letter! You're a witch. I just know it!" Molly explained.

"A witch?" Questioned y/n. "Those aren't real, they're only in fairy tales." Y/n had snuck a book with her to the attic with which she read many times, she loved the witches in the book, they weren't scary, they where nice. "You think so?" Said Molly with a smile on her face. She walked over to the fireplace and make a flicking motion with a wand that she gained from her pocket. Suddenly the fireplace was alight.

Y/n stood, her mouth wide open in shock. What did she just witness? Was magic real? Could she do that? A million thoughts buzzed through her head at once.

Molly must have noticed this, for she reassured y/n. "Hey, don't get too overwhelmed, it's really not that complicated. Soon you'll be able to do it too!" Y/n smiled for the first time in years. The thought of being able to do magic! Oh what wonderful things she'd do!