Love that never DIES (Fred Weasley)

The Clean-Up (Chapter 1)

I struggled trying to keep my arm moving up and down painting my bedroom wall a light shade of violet. Every once in a while i would stand back and check how i was getting one. I notice the tin of paint was now done. I shouted.

"Hey Gran" i waited for a reply.

"...Yeah" i heard her shout back

"Were out of paint" i shouted to her again

"I'll pop out now and get you another tin and something for your dinner" she replied as i heard the rattle of her car keys.

"Ok" i shouted

Moments later i heard the door close and the car leave the drive. I sat my paint brush down and sat on my knees to look through my box of unwanted things that my Gran was going to leave in the attic. For my entire life i was never aloud in the attic for some reason. I know looked at my Granda's shirt which i used to paint or do house work in, it was big and baggy which i liked and i was wearing black leggings with a pair of white beat up trainers.

I looked at the box once again and that one thought came to my mind. I picked up the box and walked to the attic door. I tried opening it, trying to steadily hold the box under my hand. It wasn't for opening, so i pulled a clip out of my hair and tried picking the lock.

I frustrated shouted "COME ON"

I stopped and was about to turn away when the door suddenly opened on it own.

"Ahh thats not creepy or anything" i said to myself

I walked up the stairs which lead to the attic. I started to look around quickly trying to take everything in before Gran got home. I sat the box down on this table and looked around in more detail. I started to look at the ceiling, still walking when i tripped over a box and went flying to the floor as boxes fell on top of me.

I sat up and rubbed my palm as i noticed my palm now bleeding. I tried picking up the documents without smearing them in blood, when a name caught my eye. 

"Dad" i said reading this type of newspaper called the 'Daily Prophet.' I was really confused i have never read a newspaper called the Daily Prophet. Then i read a letter saying, 'Michael David McKenzie, you have been accepted to Hogwarts school of Wizardry and witchcraft.' 

I dropped the letter even more confused than ever. Then i saw a letter with my name on it.

'Helena Tatiana McKenzie, you have been accepted to Hogwarts school of Wizardry and Witchcraft.' I sat the letter down and found a broken wand in the box. I put my shaky hand over my mouth and whispered.

"Wizard"

I came to reality when i heard the car pull up in the drive. I bolted down the stairs of the attic turning to close the door, as it did it self, i ran to my room when i heard the door open.

"Helena, im home" Gran shouted

I stood in my room still shocked. I walked down the stairs to greet her in the kitchen.

"Oh sweetie i got you your favourite mash for dinner." she turned and smile but her smiled dropped when she saw my hand was bleeding. "Oh sweetie your hand its bleeding."

"Ah yeah i tripped over my box i left... in my room" i said half truthful.

She walk over and put the tea pot on the table and started to strap my hand up.

I watched her nervously, thinking on how i was going to approach what i wanted to say, so i decided to just come out and say it.

"What's Hogwarts" i blurted out watching her facial expression.