I wake up when I feel my body hit the ground. I groan getting back up. I look at the floor. Its not my floor. Its not the floor in Malfoy Manor. So where the bloody hell am I? I hear a soft knock from outside the door. "Are you okay?" I hear someone's voice say from outside. I stand up and swing open the door. I recognise the ginger hair. Its George. "Why am I here?" I ask. "Yesterday night?"George says raising his eyebrows. " What in Merlin's beard happened last night?" I ask quietly. Everyone else is probably asleep. "To much to explain here,care for a cup of tea?" He asks.
20 minutes later I'm sitting with a cup of tea in my hand as George explains everything that happened. I nod a long for a bit before realizing I was supposed to get back to Malfoy's. That's the last thing I remember is Lucius telling me that. I start having a full fledged panic attack. I'm actually going to be murdered. It's one thing disobeying your own parents but another person parents is a whole other story. All the while George trying to calm me down. After a while I calm down a little bit. "Charlotte are you okay?" I hear Ron say as he walks down the stairs. I nod as he appears in the kitchen. About an hour later the whole family had gathered in the kitchen. Molly cooked us breakfast. I pick up my fork after thanking Molly for the food. I look up to see everyone staring at me. "What?" I say. The continue staring "Good Merlin what's wrong?" I ask setting down my fork. "They think you're a deatheater." Ron says. What? They seemed perfectly fine with me yesterday. I still look puzzled so Ron decides to elaborate
"They think you had something to do with the attack" "What? I had no idea that was going to happen." I say defensively. "Well it does look a tad suspicious. Being with the Malfoys and all" George says. "Yeah, especially seeing Lucius's past" Fred says sipping a cup of milk. "For heavens sake I'm not a deatheater" I say standing up and leaving. I walk outside into the fields surrounding The Burrow. I can feel tears streaming down my face. The Weasleys are great friends of mine. Accusing me of being a deatheater breaks what ever trust we had. I brush the tears away from my cheeks. "Charlotte?" A small voice calls. Its Ron. "Leave me alone." I say harshly. "Charlotte?" He calls again getting closer "Ron I said leave me alone" I say swinging around. "I believe that your not a deatheater" He says. I look up at him "What?" I ask. "Yeah, you're too smart for that" .
After about an hour of sitting outside in the sun with Ron laughing about anything and everything we decide to go back inside. As soon as I enter the kitchen Arthur stands up "Charlotte, we're sorry fort the way we acted and if there's anything you want-" I cut him short by saying "I just need one thing to get back to Malfoy manor." "Well there's only one way to do it and that's flying car" Fred says standing up. Molly grabs him by the shoulder and says "We don't have a flying car anymore. Floo powder will do the trick".
" So this will take me there"I ask with powder in my hand . "Yes just say the name very clearly. Don't want to end up in the middle of no where" Arthur says. I take a deep breath in through my nose. "Malfoy Manor" I say as a flash of green smoked covers me. This better work!
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There Must Be Some Mistake! Harry Potter!
FanfictionLife isn't easy for Charlotte Peverell. In her youth, she was always pressured by her family to complete everything to perfection, to not make a single mistake and to do whatever her parents would say. But that all changed the day she was sorted int...
