[Harry Potter] Chained by Fate: Voldemort's Daughter Fanfic

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 at my feet and yelled with an unmistakeable smile,

"The Burrow!"

And I exploded into green flames.

The smell hit me first: freshly baked bread, blown-out candles and the salty tang of frying bacon. Warm memories of hugs, laughter and constant chatter flooded my mind. There was never a quiet moment at the Burrow, and that was what I loved most about it. After months in the silence of Grimmauld Place, being there was just the remedy I needed.

"Delphini!" Someone yelled. I opened my eyes to see the familiar sight of Hermione's wild brown curls barrelling towards me. I managed two steps out of the fireplace before she pulled me into her embrace.

"Hermione," I sighed contentedly, the two of us ignoring that I was getting soot all over her clothes. "I've missed you so-"
"Uh, make way, make way," George announced, pushing himself between us to hug me. "We all know I'm her favourite."
"Since when?!" Fred shouted, 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 and broke into a smile.
"Obviously you're second," I replied, giving him a hug. "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 wasn't so uptight – a strange concept I know. He had the signature Weasley freckles and a warm grin, his sleeves rolled up to reveal toned arms marked by a collection of scars and blisters. It had to be Charlie Weasley, the Dragon Keeper, which meant the man next to him was Bill. I'd imagined the banker brother to be as serious as Percy; sour-mouthed and arrogant. Oh how wrong I was. Bill had this ruggedly handsome atmosphere with long hair brushing his shoulders, 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 hot.

The two of them spotted me gawking at them 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've swooned there and then. 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, sincerely hoping I wasn't blushing. "It's a pleasure to 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 at him 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 in for 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 will 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 what Harry had told me about the Dursleys, I could only imagine the surprise Vernon and Petunia were in for.