Ethereal ✭Fred Weasley✭

87.

A few days had gone by and Sophia had done the same thing. On the first day, she had walked out of the forest and was absolutely starving. But she couldn't buy any food from Muggle places and wouldn't dare go into any Wizarding shops. She would just have to fight off the hunger for a while longer. She luckily had picked up a bottle from her house and had it in her backpack, allowing her to keep it full from the Aguamenti spell. But it never satisfied the monster in her stomach.

It had gotten to the forth day and the hunger was unbearable. She needed food in her and felt that if she didn't, she would drop dead and all this hiding would have been for nothing. This forced her to apparate (to which she did without splinching) to a Muggle street she knew of in Brighton. She casually strolled down the street and saw that a private grocer was displaying fruits and vegetables outside his shop window. Just the sight of the red luscious apples and appetizing bananas was enough for her to do the most irrational thing she had ever done (maybe tying with the time she went with her Father to the Department of Mysteries where she was then captured). She walked by and snatched an apple from the stand, rushing away and turning down an alley way to apparate.

Once she had appeared in the field she had previously been in, she threw her backpack down on the floor and devoured the apple. The poor fruit didn't stand a chance as it was finished within a minute, filling Sophia with immense joy. But as soon as she could see the core, she craved for another. She mentally punched herself for not grabbing at least two more. At least now she could walk on for a little longer.

She didn't know where she was heading. She didn't even know if the field she was currently in was still in Brighton or not. Maybe she had even gone past Hove. But it would be pointless to know as she had no idea where she was meant to be going. Her Father told her to just stay away from the Burrow and she presumed that she should also stay away from the Ministry and Hogwarts. That basically cut out all the places she knew. Where else could she possibly go?

Another day of walking mindlessly went by. Sophia craved for another bite to eat, a good night's sleep and a warm shower. She had been able to find a few forests for sleeping in but had come across times where there was no such thing in sight. She had resulted to sleeping among the grass fields for a couple nights and was occasionally awoken by sheep chewing on her hair or her clothes. She swore that it was the same sheep following her across the hills and into the occasional forests.

Hogwarts' term will have started now too. If she wasn't one of the most wanted people in the Wizarding world, she would probably be returning for her sixth year as she obviously missed last year. She could imagine herself getting back on the Hogwarts Express and having to be in the same classes as Ginny. But this wouldn't bother her at all. Although it would be odd to not have Fred and George there anymore. This brought her to think of the two twins she had left behind with the rest of the Weasley family.

She remembered the look on Fred's face when he saw her holding her wand and sending him a tearful smile. She hated herself for making him look so horrified and with the urge to stop her, only to leave him hanging as she disappeared right before his eyes. She never even got to say goodbye or even have a dance with him at the wedding. Hermione had pulled her away before she could even think about it. It broke her heart to think about him being left at The Burrow with no way of knowing where she is or if she was even alive. He must be worried sick.

But then the thought came to her.

"Diagon Alley..." she muttered to herself as she jumped up from the grassy field. The sheep that were eating around her jumped away from her sudden action and could be heard belching at her in disapproval. But she didn't care.

She grabbed out her wand and closed her eyes, thinking long and hard about the street she had known since she was eleven. The picture of the once colourful street full of shops and life was definitely not what she would be greeted with, but it didn't matter as it was the location that she needed. She flicked her wand and felt the hook feeling pull her through a whirlwind of colour and noise. Her feet touched the pebbled ground and she stumbled for a split second, immediately hearing a blaring alarm that begun to ring throughout the street.