Out of the Dark (A Harry Potter Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3- The End of Something

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE HARRY POTTER STORYLINE, SETTINGS OR CHARACTERS, ALL CREDIT GOES TO J.K ROWLING.

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There was a gasp from the mother of the family. Suddenly she took me into a big bone-crushing hug “Oh my dear! I never knew Sirius had a daughter!” She said in great excitement, I was taken aback slightly, I didn’t expect that, but I laughed and hugged her back anyway. Then she started talking again, with the smile still plastered on her face but I noticed it was only there to cover up the hint of grief in her eyes, like someone dear had been lost. “I must introduce you to my family! I’m Molly Weasley” she said pointing at herself. She turned to man next to her, he had ginger hair which was thinning at the top and like Molly he had the same look of grief which he hid behind a smile, which, I noticed the whole family shared. “This is Arthur, my husband” she said, turning to the next member of the family “Bill, my oldest” she rested her arm on the shoulder of a man with long hair and a scar across his face, a woman was clinging to his other arm who scowled when Molly turned to the next person without giving her a mention. “Charlie, my next oldest” Molly said, another man not much younger than Bill smiled at me, he had short hair and burns up his arms “he works with dragons” she said proudly noticing that I was looking at the burns. Another son joined her side, again only a couple of years younger than Charlie, “Percy” she touched his arm; she looked at him with particular care, like he had been gone for a long time. He came across as quite pompous, he had his shoulders back and he was looking down his nose at me, but he soon came to his senses and smiled kindly, like he was trying to redeem himself.  Molly was just about to speak again but was interrupted “George Weasley” a man, about my age held out his hand, he was the only one out of the family to introduce themselves apart from Molly. I noticed that he only had one ear; a battle scar no doubt; a cheeky smile and the grief behind the smile was greater than everyone else’s.  I recognised him as one of the ginger twins that were the pranksters of Hogwarts, I chuckled to myself “One half of the Weasley twins and owner of the highly respected Weasley Wizarding Wheezes Joke shop” he said holding out his hand for me to shake, I laughed out loud this time and took his hand “Athena Black nice to meet you. But can I ask where the other half of the Weasley twins is?” I had obviously said something I shouldn’t because everyone winced or sniffed. It took George a long time to answer “My brother, Fred, is laughing with angels.” It gave me the answer to the false smiles and silent grieving; there wasn’t much I could say. “Oh, I’m sorry.” I managed to stutter, I looked down at my feet, trying to hide the embarrassment of not realising. Then after a minutes silence, suddenly George spoke again “I’ll finish all the pretty introductions” he said smiling at his mother and taking my arm, leading me towards Ron and Hermione “Ron my baby brother and Hermione the love of his life” he said cheekily.

“I know who they are, two of the Golden trio” I smiled at them “The third being Harry obviously”

“Bloody hell; is that what they call us?” Said Ron, surprise drawn across his face.

I laughed “yes!”

“It’s a little glorified don’t you think” Hermione muttered “It makes us sound like we were the only ones in the fight!” Our conversation was suddenly interrupted by the woman who held on to Bills arm, “why did not get a mention?” said a French accent said sharply, she looked annoyed and slightly upset.

 “Oh Yeh that’s Fleur, Bill’s wife” George muttered briefly. “Back to it,” he continued “and last but not least Ginny my little sister” he ruffled her perfectly curled hair “George!” she said indignantly, desperately trying to put her back in place.