Not A Coincidence (Fred Weasley)

Ch 1: A Mysterious Parcel

Early May, 1989

"Chelsea, hun, time to wake up." My mother sings as she glides over and sits on my bed. Pulling back the covers, she smiles down at me with her beautiful smile. She has the most beautiful smile with the whitest teeth that seem to gleam in the light. She is the prettiest person ever! And it's definitely not a biased opinion, for my father thinks the same.

Groaning I roll over, facing the window seat, where the curtains just so happen to be closed. I can feel my mother slowly get off my bed, grinning I presume, and making her way over to the curtains.

Abruptly, the curtains are ripped open. Light streams into the room, filling every corner and crevice. "Mummmmm!" I groan, pulling the sheets over my head. "It's the holidays, can't I sleep in?" My voice comes out muffled.

"It's 1:00 PM, awful long time for an eleven year old to sleep in till, time to get up. There's a parcel downstairs for you."

Ripping the sheets back, I rush past my mum and zoom down the stairs. I can hear my mum laughing behind me as she slowly makes her way downstairs into the kitchen.

"Morning pumpkin," Dad smiles up at me from his place at the kitchen table, "sleep in, did we?"

I grin at him. "G'day, Pops, just a bit." After kissing him on the cheek, I look around, but I can't see any white package with the familiar British flag stamp. "... Where's my package?"

"Honestly Percy, that speech of hers is out of hand. Should never have brought her up in Australia." Mum laughs, "No wonder people think she's adopted."

I eye her, my parents always make fun of me. "Hey, this is your own fault, if you didn't move to Australia when I was born this wouldn't happen. Just because I have an accent does not mean I'm adopted- and the neighbours do not think I'm adopted!"

My parents just laugh at my dispute. "No need to get your panties in a twist."

"And you guys think I sound funny." I grumble.

"Your package is right here," Dad hauls a large, heavy- dad made that very clear with his grunts and groans- wooden box on to the table. After staring at it curiously for 10 minutes, I open it, after my parents hassle me that is. They're just as curious as I am.

Inside is a bunch of books, picking up the first one I look at the cover. "There's no title, no author, just an illustration of a boy standing next to a train." I pick up the next book, "And this one has the same boy, but he's hanging on to a bird. Hey, he has a scar, nice, I wonder where he got it from..." I trail off as something hidden deeper in the box catches my eye.

"There's a letter." Leaving my parents to look over the books- they seem very excited, I look over the letter.

Miss Chelsea Gidget

That's all it says on the front, flipping it over, I break the seal -rather messily because who can actually properly open an envelope, and I'm a rather "destructive" child, as my parents put it.

Dear Miss Gidget,

You may be wondering who would send you books, why they look so odd, and why books. But I'm afraid for at this moment I can not tell you. Right now, all you have to do is read them, I need you to learn them, you must know every detail of these books.

Why you? Well that can not be shared at this moment in time. I am afraid that this is all I can tell you for now, but I will contact you when the time is right.

Till then, enjoy the books, and have a splendid Summer Miss Gidget.

A. P. W. B. D.

I look back to my parents, utterly bewildered. Mum catches my eye, she sees the letter in my hand and comes over, dad's still looking at the books with an ecstatic face, he's always loved books. Especially mysteries, and these books sure are a mystery. Why are hey here?

"What's that, hun?"

"Hm?" I look back up at her, her gaze falls to the open letter in my hand. "Oh, the books came with a letter. And it-uh- said.." She slowly grabs the letter out of my hand, after reading it her eyes widen.

"Percy! Come here, quickly!" She squeals.

"What sweetie?" He says sadly, as he's pulled away from the books. He reads over my mother's shoulder and looks to where she's pointing. "Are those- no, it can't be."

"But they have to be," She says excited, looking back at the envelope, "the seal has gotta prove it."

Feeling left out I pop my head under mum's arm, right in front of the letter. "What? What can't it be, what proves it?" They jump, gasping. I can't help but grin, I have always loved scaring my parents.

They both look at me, speechless, not knowing what to say. How hard is it to explain what you're talking abou- actually it's very hard, I've done it on a number of occasions when I've pulled over-the-top pranks on my family and friends, and they've asked why. I mean why not?! It's always a good laugh- we're goin' off story, back to the point, why won't they tell me what they're so shocked about? I mean they're not the ones needing to read books for no apparent reason.

"Oh, it's nothing, just something from when we were younger." Dad interrupts my thoughts.

"Dad, I know that's what old people say when they want their kids to stop nagging them." Truth is my parents aren't that old, they had me in their early 20's, been sweethearts since they were in high school, and still are to this day. I just like making fun of their age, because they make fun of my accent.

They both stare at me, appalled, dad feigns to wipe a tear away. "Old? We're basically your age. One day you'll regret that." His faux tear turns into a grin, I realize what that means and run off, forgetting about the letter. I can hear dad's feet stomp up the stairs, in to my room where I'm hiding under the bed. I can see his boots wander aimlessly around my wooden floorboards, stopping directly in front of me, bending down I can see in to his deep blue eyes. Squealing, I wriggle out and run back downstairs in to the tight hold of my mother-dearest. Dad comes over and wraps us in a bear hug, laughing. These are the moments I cherish with my family, and will always hold close to my heart.

...

Been a couple of weeks since I received the books, and I've read them at least 8 times, each. I've practically memorized them through and through. Beginning with "Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much" and ending with "All was well." Never fully understood that last line. Apparently they're about this boy, named Harry Potter, who's parents were killed by this evil guy with no nose, he had many adventures with his two best friends, killed a giant snake, battled Voldemort- the evil dude with no nose-, made an army and loathed this chick called Umbridge (I personally hated her! With a passion.). All and all were a great bunch of books, but I don't understand what they have to do with me and this letter. I guess I'll find out in "due time".

...

"Chelsea, can you come down here, sweetheart?" Dad calls up the stairs moments after the doorbell rung, maybe they have something in common.

I put down my book -Harry Potter of course- and head downstairs, stopping at the entrance to the living room. Sitting on the couch opposite my parents, happily chatting away as if they were old friends, was an older woman with dark brown hair, silver streaks were scattered throughout. Wearing an unusual emerald green... cloak?