𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧.
an experience of a sudden and striking realization
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things often change far too quickly for amelie brown. those things could include the sudden death of her auror mother and father or the sudden switch to live with her grandmother and gra...
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I WOKE UP on the morning of the 31st of August to the sound of rain on the roof of the Burrow. By the brutality of the raindrops falling, I could tell that the storm outside was rough. I could hear faint thunder as I rubbed the sleep away from my eyes and stood up. Looking around I saw Ginny Weasley, still fast asleep in the comfort of her bed.
I checked the alarm clock on Ginny's bedside table: 7:47 am.
"Merlin.." I whispered. It was far too early to be up but judging on the increasing storm outside and the continuous drumming of the rain above, I wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep. It was a wonder Ginny could sleep peacefully through the sounds of the rough storm outside.
I quietly opened the door of Ginny's bedroom and tip-toed down the stairs, trying my hardest to be silent. I didn't want to wake anyone up, especially the boys. They weren't always the nicest when they woke up early.
Today, the Weasleys and I had a busy day. Hermione was supposed to be coming at around nine. We were going to arrive in Diagon Alley around noon, not only to get our school supplies but to meet up with one of my best friends, Harry Potter. He had been staying at the Leaky Cauldron, which was where we were going to stay for the night.
Tomorrow, we were all off to Hogwarts.
I was rather excited to go back and attend my third year, as well as the Weasley children and Hermione Granger, one of my other best friends.
As I entered the kitchen to get a glass of water, I was greeted by Mrs. Weasley, who was cooking a delicious breakfast as per usual.
"You're up early." she smiled at me as I grabbed a glass cup.
Mrs. Weasley had always treated me as her own, even before my parents were murdered when I was nine. I was, and still am, very grateful for her hospitality and love because I'm not very used to change. My parents were excellent aurors, having served in the first wizarding war. This, however, gained them plenty of enemies from You-Know-Who's side. My mother was killed first and just mere months later, my father was killed too. Right after my father's death, I moved in with my grandparents. It was all too much for nine year old me and four years later, it still is. Change is hard, especially when you're still a kid.
"The rain woke me up." I yawned, filling up my glass with water.
"Well, breakfast should be done around eight. I'm sure that someone will be awake by then." Mrs. Weasley smiled as she continued her cooking.
I took my glass of water and sat on the couch in the Weasley's living room, sipping away as I listened to the storm outside. I wondered how any of the Weasley children could still be asleep.
At five to eight, a girl with messy, flaming red hair came down the creaky steps of the Burrow. She walked into the living room and sat beside me, rubbing her eyes and grumbling as she went.
