Summers at The Burrow - Fred Weasley

Chapter One - Arriving

The prospect of my father is not talked about, not thought about, and frowned upon in all of society. Of course that didn't stop people from talking about me which is exactly why my mother and I moved to the English countryside.

We found a small community of wizarding families that lived around the area and started constructing a small cottage for the two of us. My mother hired muggle contractors as to not look suspicious to a nearby town and I was forbidden to mention magic at all.

My mother wanted so desperately to hide from the world. She was a Slytherin herself and my father only brought her home to impress his family. The noble house of black was not graceful however, and as soon as I was born, my mother was banned from the house.

It was like my mother had given up on everything. She was completely infatuated with my father she used to love how I looked just like him but now I look too much like him. I've seen pictures from old prophets of how he's been in Azkaban practically my entire life. Sirius Black couldn't have been that bad. I know what he did but I couldn't be mad at him. I love my father and I have no shame. That's why my mother hates me.

I don't know why she still keeps me to be honest. My magical talent started showing at such an early age that I was setting things on fire before I could even talk. To be fair I was a late talker. Even now I barely say a hundred words a day because I annoy my mother so much. I feel like I have to earn her love and even then, it doesn't exist.

I turned eleven last April on the thirteenth. I was giddy with excitement to finally escape my life and go to Hogwarts. Then we had to pack up and leave our home and my summer was consumed with constant busy work.

We were finally moving in.

Three loud raps on the front door snapped me out of my thoughts and I ran to open the door when my mother got their first. She pushed me away but I put up a fight until my mother opened the door plastering a very fake smile on her face as she shoved me back one final time.

The people at the door all had fiery red hair and two of them looked completely identical. I smiled seeing people my age which was a rare thing.

"Hello, we heard you moved in just a bit aways from our house. I thought I'd bring my two sons over to meet your daughter since there her age." The cheery woman said. I liked her already.

"Now's not a good time but I appreciate the offer." My mother lied as she closed the door on them rather harshly.

"Your going to make them think we're nutters." I complained.

"You already are." She said in an annoyed tone as she pointed upstairs in the direction of my bedroom.

I reluctantly ran up to my room slamming the door heading straight to my only window. I pushed the curtains open and stared out. I watched the red haired people walk away from our house when I got a very bright idea.

I began trying to pry my window up but it wasn't budging. I even tried the lock on the window but it was being held down my magic. I kept trying in hopes that magic would be on my side today and sure enough the window clicked slamming open causing me to fall out of the second story window.

Luckily I landed on my feet but I didn't go unnoticed by the red headed Family. The two twin boys came over to me with big smiles plastered across their faces like me falling out the window was the greatest act in all of circus history.

"My mother doesn't like people but I do so I snuck out." I said proudly.

"What's your name, dear? The mother asked.

"Chloe." I answered making sure not to tell them my last name. "How about yours?"

"Molly Weasley but you can just call me Molly. This is Fred and George." She pointed at each of them and I analyzed each of them trying to find a difference only to fail. "They'll be going to Hogwarts in just a few short weeks and so will you as I've heard."