Voldemort's Daughter: Chained by Fate

Chapter 2: The Burrow

Your POV

I was packed within the hour and standing in the fireplace the next. Making sure Bagel was secure – she liked being wrapped around my ear so she could whisper to me – I took a handful of glittery floo powder, threw it down out my feet and yelled with an unmistakeable smile,

"The Burrow!"

And I exploded in green flames.

The smell hit me first: blown-out candles, freshly baked bread and the nostalgic, salty tang of frying bacon. Memories of warm hugs, laughter and incessant chatter flooded my mind. Never was there a quiet moment at the Burrow, and that was what I loved most about it. After months of silence at Grimmald Place, this was exactly what I needed.

"Delphini!" Someone yelled. My eyes opened to the familiar sight of Hermione's brown curls as they barreled towards me. I managed two steps out of the fireplace before she pulled me into her warm embrace.
"Hermione," I sighed contentedly, the two of us ignoring the soot I was rubbing onto her clothes. "I've missed you so-"
"Uh, make way, make way," George announced, pushing himself between us. "We all know I'm her favourite."
"Since when?" Fred retorted, ruffling my hair. "I'm everyone's favourite." I chuckled, fighting my way out of their hug to put my arm around Hermione.
"Sorry to break it to you guys, but Mione is the only favourite around here."
"I heard that Del!" Ron said from behind me. I turned to see him coming down the stairs.
"You're second," I smiled, putting my arms around him. "Don't tell Harry," I whispered.
"Some people just can't handle the truth," He grinned. "Which reminds me." He took his cloak off the hanger. "We're off to get him now."
"All ready Ron?" Someone asked.

I turned to see two ginger strangers. The first had a mop of short curls and a sweeping of unkept stubble around his chin. He almost reminded me of Percy, if he was not so uptight. He had the signature Weasley freckles and warm grin, his sleeves rolled up to reveal toned arms marred by scars and blisters. He had to be Charlie, the Dragon Keeper; which meant the man beside him was none other than Bill Weasley. I had imagined the banker brother to be as serious as Percy; sour-mouthed and arrogant. Oh how wrong I was. Bill was ruggedly handsome with long hair brushing his shoulders and a claw earring hanging from his piercing. He donned a black leather grey coat over his shirt and tie, paired with a set of lace-up black boots and a mischievous smile. There was no denying it; Bill Weasley was gorgeous. The two of them spotted me gawking and introduced themselves.

"I'm Charlie," He smiled, shaking my hand – his were coarse with blisters.
"And I'm Bill," He grinned, kissing the back of my palm. I could have swooned. The twins rolled their eyes. "And since you don't have a scar or glasses, I'm guessing you're Delphini."
"Delphi among friends," I smiled. I sincerely hoped I was not blushing. "It's nice to finally meet you both."
"It's a pleasure to-"
"Right then!" Mrs Weasley shouted, entering the kitchen in a flurry of crocheted shawls, Mr Weasley following behind her. I waved and he winked back. "Everyone into the fireplace! Time to go." Just as she ushered everyone into the fireplace, she spotted me. "Oh, Delphi darling," She chuckled, pulling me into another hug. "You'll have to forgive me, we're a bit of a disaster at the moment."
"Not at all," I smiled. The Burrow was the best kind of chaos.
"Charlie and Bill can help you with your luggage. Hermione, you'll show her the room?" The three of them nodded. "Brilliant," She smiled. "Now, off to get Harry."

Mr and Mrs Weasley got into the fireplace first, closely followed by Ron and the twins. Taking in Mr Weasley's long green robes and remembering what Harry had told me about the Durselys, I could only imagine the disaster that was about to occur.

"Say hi to the Dursleys for me," I called as Hermione led me up the stairs.
"Oh, we will," Fred winked. George pressed a finger to his lips as he pulled out a bag of sweets from his pocket. I grinned – it was about time Dudley had a taste of his own medicine.