It was my 11th birthday and I was all alone. What else could I expect? My family to come looking for me? Bellatrix had told me countless times how my family didn't even remember me.
Sighing, I sat down in front of a tree, leaning my head back against the rough bark. I threaded my fingers into the damp grass, and stared up at the clear night sky. A full mooned looked down upon me.
It had been a week since I ran away from Bellatrix. She had been holding me hostage for as long as I can remember, treating my cruelly and only providing me with enough to survive.
She always mentioned some great "Master" whom I've never met. I was supposed to meet him on my 11th birthday, but here I am...
I can't even believe I've survived for this long. I only have a few drops of water left in my last water bottle, and I'm just out of food.
A twig snaps and I jump up.
"Hello?" I ask tentatively.
"Who's there?" a voice asks gruffly.
"Er, no one important," I reply, getting ready to run.
A huge man emerges from behind a tree. He's big and tall and has long, dark hair and a shaggy beard.
"What ye doin 'round here?" he asks.
"Erm, I j-just wandered here I suppose," I squeak.
"You a Weasley?" he says.
"A...a what?"
"Never mind. Come with me."
I know I shouldn't follow a stranger, but I would die if I stay out here for much longer, so I reluctantly follow him.
He leads me on to a boat, and we cross a lake.
"Look up," he tells me, pointing.
I oblige, and gasp. A huge stone castle sits before me.
"It's beautiful!" I exclaim. "What is it?"
"Can't tell ye yet," the man replies. "I'm Hagrid, by ther way."
"I'm Sophia."
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The Long Lost Weasley
FanfictionShe used to lived in the shadows, but the long lost Weasley is ready to join the family at last. The eighth Weasley is here. ~~~ All characters belong to J.K.Rowling. The story, however, belongs to me. Enjoy!
