When the older lady said my name I flinched. How does she know my name? Was she a friend of my parents?
She seemed like a kind women and she was beautiful for her age, which I'm guessing is in her late 40's. Her face was pale from the color draining from it when she saw me, as if she was seeing a ghost.
Shaking off my thought I spoke "How do you know my name?"
She blinked a few times, probably trying to see if I was real or not. After a few minutes of this, she smiled at me.
"You look so much like your mother, so I only could've guessed it was you," she says walking forward, I cautiously took a step back. I wasn't accustomed to such closeness with other people, given the fact that all I had known was the torturous death eaters.
The boy, Fred I think his name was, looked between us. He looked quite confused about this whole situation. Probably because like me, he wasn't really expecting something like this to happen.
"Mum, what's going on here?" He finally had the courage to ask, stepping up beside me, which made me flinch as his arm brushed mine.
His mother, who's name I still didn't know, let out a long breath. "Shaylynn, this is my son Fred Weasley," she says making a gesture to the boy, "Fred this is Shaylynn Potter,"
Upon hearing my full name, Fred's eyes go wide. The kind of reaction a famous person might get when noticed in the streets.
Though, I wouldn't call myself a famous person. Mostly because the whole wizarding world probably thought I was dead and that I'm nothing special.
My brother Harry on the other hand, his name was known throughout the whole magical world, like mine. However he is known as the boy who lived, having survived the killing curse and stopping the dark lord from taking over the world.
I miss Harry.
Not a day went by that I hadn't thought of him. What he looked like. How tall was he? You know things that older sisters should know about their younger brothers. I always wondered if he even remembered me, as he was only a year old when everything happened.
I don't even know where he is, I hope he's alright. Once again my thoughts were broken by someone speaking.
"Shaylynn Potter, as in the girl who disappeared? As in that Shaylynn Potter?" Fred says looking over at his mother, a look of shock on his face.
"The very one," I say hesitantly looking up at him. Slowly he extended his arm towards me with his hand out, it was so close to me that I involuntary flinched at the close proximity.
He took notice of my behavior "It's alright I promise I just want to shake your hand," he states trying to reassure me as my eyes shot back down to the floor.
After a few minutes I slowly brought my hand towards his and shook it. This was the first physical contact I've had with anyone in the last 11 years but baby steps were always good.
The moment his hand touched mine I felt sparks shooting up my arm. I didn't really know what it was, as it felt almost like electricity coursing through my skin. Its probably because I'm not use to human contact, however it made me quickly move my hand back to my side.
"It's nice to meet you," I tell him offering a shy smile. Which was not normal for me as I've had nothing to smile about after the hell I went through.
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well," he says with what I think is a playful wink. It made me feel uncomfortable especially since this was the first guy I've seen in those eleven years that wasn't a cruel death eater. Fortunately Fred doesn't seem hostile.
"And I'm Molly, it's so nice to know that you're alive after all these years," Fred's mum says pulling me into a big hug which made me flinch. One, because I'm not use to hugs and two, because my stomach is bruised. Now I'm definitely not comfortable, something Fred took notice in.
"Mum I don't think it's wise to just pull her into a tight hug like that, seeing as she's not use to it," he says which caused Molly to pull away.
"Fred, can you go help her get cleaned up and into a clean pair of clothes. I'll make something to eat," She says before moving further into the kitchen. Fred just nods at her retreating back.
"Follow me pretty lady," Fred says walking through a doorway. Is he flirting with me?
I quickly followed after him not wanting to stay in these dirty clothes any longer. We walked though what I can assume is the lounge. There were other people sitting about this room, all ginger headed like Fred. They must be his family.
As Fred began to climb the stairs everyone started to take notice of me. They watched me as I crossed the living room in pursuit of Fred.
"Who's the girl?"
"Where'd she come from?"
"Is she ok? She's bleeding,"
"Was she as the door?"
Those were some of the things I heard as I made my way up the staircase. I would've answered them, but I don't really know them and I really wanted to get cleaned up. Plus I could feel their eyes watching my retreating back as I followed behind Fred.
He seemed to notice the freightened look on my face and yelled out "ASK MUM," before leading me to the bathroom.
"The pink bottle is girls body wash, and the blue one is the shampoo, I'll leave some clothes outside the door," he says whilst handing me a fluffy blue towel.
"Alright, thank you," I replied giving him a kind smile.
"You're very welcome Princess," he says leaving the bathroom, shutting the door behind him which I proceeded to lock.
Stripping off my ruined clothes, I stepped into the shower. Then I turned the water onto its hottest temperature, when it warmed up I scrubbed all the dirt and grime from my body. It stung on my open cuts as the dried blood began washing away. I hadn't showered in so long that I'd forgotten what it felt like. It's pleasent how the heat of the water can relax your muscles and the feeling of fresh clean hair and skin can really make you feel refreshed.
Another thing I hadn't felt in awhile.
Once my body was clean I grabbed the shampoo and washed my hair, there were a few twigs and leaves that fell out as I rubbed the shampoo through my long hair. Feeling all the dirt run off of me and down the shower drain.
After about 30 minutes, I got out and dried myself with the towel. It felt nice and soft on my damaged skin. Wrapping the towel around me, I opened the door to find a stack of clothes in front of it.
There was my bra and underwear, which Molly must've washed by magic. A grey pair of sweatpants, and a blue knitted jumper with a big letter F on it. I put them on and instantly felt better.
Now it was time to face Fred's family downstairs. Something I didn't feel ready for.....
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The Girl Who Disappeared (Fred Weasley)
Fanfiction(On Hold) Cover by: -urawizzardharry Shaylynn Potter is the older sister to the famous boy who lived however she never got sent to the Dursley's with her brother. In fact no body knows where she is, as her body was not found in the house with her pa...
