Danie The Gallant witch HP fanfic

Chapter 10

I woke up from someone calling my name over and over again. Groggily I sat up and dried the sleep out my eyes.
The one to awaken me, was none other than Ginny and it didn't take her long to explain it was time for my birthday dinner. Apparently, I had slept through lunch and my stomach rumbled lowly in attempt for me to eat something.
Well downstairs, we was greeted with all of the Weasley waiting for us. The once who were old enough to use magic legally, shoot up confetti in to the air and they all started sing happy birthday, no where close to synchronized.
The smile that never seemed to be far away when with them covered my face and it stayed there the rest of the night. Sometime around six a clock, we decided to eat dinner and right after, me and the boy she sneaked outside to fly on the brooms. I got to borrow Bill's old one that he had left behind when moving out. It was a old Cleansweep 4 and George insisted on test it first to see if it hadn't gone wicked or something and would decide to throw the rider off suddenly.
It hadn't, luckily enough and she was permitted to use it. Though Fred said it had a tendency to jerk away a bit longer than you planed.
Laying it on the ground I took a deep breath, ignored the eyes that were on me, and said "Up!"
It worked. At least sort of. The handle flew up first, the rest came after, but not all the way and it fell back to the ground again.
Annoyed, I held my hand up once more time I said up, and this time it worked. The broom was in my hand and I couldn't help but smile.
Sure it wasn't that graceful, Harry will do much better on his first try, but I think it went well considering how much worse Ron and Hermione will do when they try doing it.
" Wow, how did you do that!?" Ron asked and looked surprised.
" It's a trick I learn from a book I read. You not need to  use magic to do it. They use it at Hogwarts when giving flying lessons," I explained before swinging a leg over the broom, readying myself for start." and is am I doing right?" I asked hesitant. If anything, I didn't want my first flight to end with me falling off because I held my hands the wrong way.
Charlie checked and moved my legs and hand slightly before deeming me ready.
" Okay, let's start small. We will just fly a meter above the ground. All of us. Got it?" The oldest redhead asked and was answered with several yes and brothers rolling their eyes at him.
The rest of them sit up on their brooms and together we kick away from the ground.
It was the weirdest feeling, to know you are soaring above the ground with the only things stoping you from falling being a twig.
" Holy shit! This is awesome!" I exclaimed and laughed as I made the broom go forward by leaning forward.
" Hey there was one thing I was thinking about, Danny," Ron said as he flew up to my left.
" And that is?" I asked while at the same time trying to contain myself from trying to fly quicker and bolder.
" Why don't you talk with a British accent? You sound like an American," he said, and I nearly fell off the Cleansweeper in surprise.
Another problem with having earlier lives. It's hard to hide your accent. Especially when you are like me and forget about it or simply suck at it.
Of course I couldn't just say that it was because my mother in my last life was American. They would have me locked inside some forgotten corner of Saint mungus hospital in a matter of seconds if I said that.
" Eh.. I think dad said it probably because they listened to so much American music when I was little," I said an drew did whatever I could to make it not sound like the right through lie it was.
The full moon apppeared from behind the clouds and my attention directly turned towards it, preventing whatever awkward silence that may have occurred otherwise.
No matter how impossible I knew it was, I felt that familiar feeling inside me which told me to do rash desicions, except this time it wasn't to jump over a fence or climb up as high as possible in a nearby tree. No, this time it was to fly as close to the moon I could and try to touch it. I was hesitant as to I finally I should even consider doing it. Then there was something's inside me of me that realized something. What was the meaning of living thousands of lives and perhaps only one which was guild with magic, unless I used my time here for truly living as much as possible?
I moved the handle of the broom almost straight up and leaned  so close to the shaft, I was almost laid flat against it.
Up I went and I grinned as the wind blew my hair back.  I leaned slightly backwards to the right so that I began traveling upwards in a sort of spiral. It was like all of my worries and fears was left behind back on the ground.
" Bloody Merlin, what's she doing!?!?!" I could hear someone say somewhere far beneath me.
I had now at least a mundred meters between the top of the Burrow and myself. Still I kept going until an hand gripped my wrist. Quickly, I put the broom back in to a 180 degrees angle and sat up straight, making the Cleansweeper 4 stop almost immedietly after. Looking to my left, I saw Mr. Weasley with a worried look.
" By Merlin's beard, Dan! What were you thinking!?"
I didn't answer, not emidietly at least. Seeing his worried look, I felt ashamed for making him worry.
A pair of warm arms pulled men to a hug, and I felt how he dried a tear away from my cheek.
" I-I'm sorry," mumbled against his chest and he hummed back in reply.
" How comes you're crying? Is it because of the fight between your mum and dad? Oliver told me," and I let out a hiccup before breaking out in tears.
" It's my fault! I promised daddy I wouldn't u-use magic and I tried! But I-I was do happy and- and my concentration slipped! It's my fault momma hates u-us now. She don't want me!" I cried out in between sobs.
" Of course she wants you, she was just surprised, that's all sweetheart. Your dad told me how brace you were. He said you made your own fire and packed everything without needing his help. You're both smart and brave, just like your father. He couldn't be prouder of you. Now, I think I heard something about you getting a guitar as birthday gift. Why don't we go back down again and I'll make sure Molly knows you'd fancy a cup of tea and then you can play something for us. Don't worry, I won't tell her about your little flying stunt. Nothing happened after all. You are safe and has definitely had enough flying for today, that's all that matters," he said and dried the last tears away.
Sniffling one last time, she gave him a weak smile and together they flew back in a slow phase.
Still, my landing was - to put it nicely- not that graceful, and Arthur saved me from falling by taking a grip on my jacket.
" A word about this to your mother or sister and I will personally see to that the stack of candy I all know your hiding is comficated," Mr. Weasley said firmly and all boys nodded as quickly as possible.
" Good, then let's go inside. It's time for cake and opening presents," he said with a calmer tone and all the boys ran inside, nearly forgetting to put their brooms away.
Thanking him once more, I ran up to Ginny's and my room, fetched the guitar and morphed in front of the mirror so you couldn't see I had been crying.

The rest of the evening went by in a blur of colors and laughter all at once. I nearly lost my eyebrows from a explosion the twins had put in my gift from them and Molly gave them hell. Ron gave me at least fifteen chocolate frogs and lots of the cards you cole t from them that he had more than one of. Apparently he remembered that I hadn't eaten any before. Ginny gave me a book she liked about a witch falling in love with a wizard during their time on Hogwarts together. It turned out to be pretty cheesy but I read it anyways. It was fun consider it was my first time reading that type of books in The magical world.
Charlie gave me a copy of ' Hogwarts a history ' which I wouldn't stop thanking him for. Lastly, from Mrs. and Mr. Weasley, I got a Remembell which I soon realized was the same thing that Neville got by his grandma during his first year at Hogwarts.
After that we stayed up a bit longer, talking about whatever was on our minds and I started playing the guitar somewhere along the line. Once Molly noticed what time it was, she quickly got in to work with getting us all in to bed. It took a while, but I managed to get permission staying up a bit longer with argues like it was my birthday and I usually couldn't fall asleep before eleven anyways.

With some encouraging words from Mr. Weasley, she agreed and the rest of the children went to sleep. Although not without making their opinion on the matter heard clearly. It ended with just me, Charlie and his parents sitting quietly, all of us mining our own business, enjoying a moment of silence.
Charlie was reading some dusty, worn schoolbook his parents probably had bought him as secondhand for some test he thought Flitwick would give him the moments stepped inside Hogwarts' gates again.
Molly was knitting something and with the help of magic, she had a second pair of knitting needles knitting by themselves in the seat next to her. Arthur was... well to be honest he didn't look like he was doing anything at all except perhaps sleeping.

Me? I went back to trying to play my guitar for a while before suddenly looking up from my instrument and asking:
" Do you have a parchment and a pen I can use to write a letter?"

Arthur stirred from his slumber when I interrupted the silence
" Yeah, of course hun. Wait a sec," he said and with a low groan got out of his seat to fetch it for me.
" For God's sake, Arthur you need to exercise more if you are going to sound like that every time you get out of an armchair!" Molly told him and I giggled slightly while Charlie just rolled his eyes at their grabbing.

" When am I supposed to have time for that!? And I'm in no need of any extra training thank you very much."  he added and I snorted.

" Anyhow, here you go Danny. What will you do with it?" Arthur said and gave me a bottle of ink, a feather pen and per
" I want to write a letter!" I said and smiled before leaning forward towards the coffee table in front of me and used it to write my letter on.

" If you want you can send it with Errol tomorrow morning." Molly suggested which got the old owl to let out a squeak of disapproval from his place on his usual pillow. Giving the owl a quick glance, I shook my head no, decides bag I actually wanted my letter to arrive within a week.

" Nah... it's for Professor Dumbledoor actually so I was thinking, maybe you could give it to him personally Charlie?"
The red haired boy shrugged his shoulder and smiled.
" I don't see why not. Just make sure I get it before leaving tomorrow."
" It'll be my number one priority." I said before beginning to write.

To use ink to write with proved harder than I thought. I had to re-write the first sentence alone twice because of using too much ink the first time and too little the next. Luckily enough the spelling had gotten better during my 200 years on this earth so at least I didn't need to worry about that.

The second I finished, Molly practically ripped the paper an pen from me and shoed me up the stairs.
Tiered from the long day and the still sore muscles from my flights  on the broom, I practically merged with my pillow the second my head hit it and it didn't take much for my brain to calm the ever going storm in there enough for me to fall asleep in to what would be a night filled with bad dreams