Sad, Beautiful, Tragic ~ f.g.w

𝟐𝟎. 𝐊𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭.

When the Weasley's arrived home, Mrs. Weasley was quite frantic.

"Oh, thank goodness! Thank goodness! You're all-" she looked at her husband, who was carrying a young girl, who seemed to be passed out. "Who is this?"

Arthur was going to speak, but Fred cut him off. "My friend."

George laughed, "That's a word for her-" Fred elbowed him in the stomach, before speaking again.

"Her name is Maia. She got hurt at the cup. It would have been wrong to just leave her."

Molly was silent for a second, pressing her lips together. Then she nodded, speaking again, "Yes, well. I'll have a look at her then."

Arthur set the girl on the family's small sofa, Fred not leaving their side. The rest of the kids went their separate ways about the house, except for Ginny and George. Small spots of blood began to appear on the sofa, making Fred's eyes widen in fear, as Molly began inspeacting Maia's head for the gash.

"Goodness me..." Molly breathed in. "Ginny? Be a dear and grab me the dittany will you?" Molly asked softly, parting Maia's curly brown hair every which way.

The younger girl nodded, and scurried into the kitchen. After a couple minutes she came back holding a small vile.

"Is she gonna be okay, mum?" Fred spoke quietly.

Molly nodded, "Yes, yes, once I-" she let out a sigh of relief. "Aha! Found it."

Molly took the vile from Ginny's hands and dropped a bit onto the small cut on the backside of Maia's scalp. She took a hand towel from next to her, gently lifting up Maia's head and putting it under her.

"That should heal her right up! We'll give her a little bit, I doubt she'll be out much longer." Molly nodded. "Now- let's contact her parents shall we?"

There was a pause of silence. George looked at Fred, with a face reading "What do you want to tell her?" Fred cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Frederick Gideon Weasley." Molly folded her arms, as Fred gave a sharp inhale at his full name. "What are you not telling me here?"

No one dared intervene now, not even Arthur, who also wanted to figure out who to contact.

"Mum." Fred smiled a bit.

"Frederick." Molly scolded, while George snorted. "Who is she? Her full name, and who do we contact to let her know she is safe?" Molly spoke, sternly.

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Maia's eyes snapped open. She couldn't tell where she was, she could just hear the sounds of bickering. It sounded like a woman who was doing most of the talking. She was quite angry.

"-daughter of a wanted criminal in our family home-"

"Mum-"

"And no less! Her legal guardians are the Malfoys-"

"Mum, please-"

"Now, Molly-"

"We are going to have to owl that vile man-"

"Mum!" the second voice yelled, and then there was silence.

Maia blinked a couple times, clearing the blur in her vision, and finally realized who the voices were. "Fred?" she muttered, meeting his eyes.

"Hey." he breathed out.

"Hello, dear." Molly spoke, trying to hide the anger in her voice.

"Where am I? What happened?" Maia sat up a bit, rubbing her head.