Harry Potter and his sister Alison

Chapter 27

"Come now, dear. You need to finish your plate." Molly said as she instinctively wiped some lemonade from the corner of Alison's mouth. "If you want to get well enough to go to school tomorrow you've got to get most of your strength back."

Alison sighed and put her elbow on the table next to her half-eaten plate, resting her head on her hand while her other hand pushed around the uneaten food with her fork. She'd been forced to stay at the Burrow while the others got to go to Diagon Alley to visit Fred and George's new shop, insisting she needed to rest and recover as much as possible before going back to school.

At least she'd been let out of bed. Harry and Molly hadn't let her leave Ginny's bed for nearly two days straight saying she needed the rest. But being stuck in a small cell for nearly two months had made her feel restless, especially now that she was free. She just wanted to run as far as her legs would carry her just because she could now.

She slowly forced herself to swallow another forkful of pasta, nearly gagging as she pushed it down. While she understood she had been starving before and Mrs. Weasley was trying to help her gain the weight she'd lost back, her appetite had almost completely vanished; her stomach shrinking so small she could barely keep down more than a few bites each meal.

"I've finished." She declared as she pushed the rest of her plate away. "I can't eat another bite or I'll explode. Truly." She added when the red haired woman looked like she was going to argue.

"May I step outside for some fresh air?" She asked, grabbing one of her brother's jackets he had left lying on one of the sofas. It was a sunny summer day outside but Alison almost always felt cold now, the chill of the dungeons never seeming to fully leave her.

Mrs. Weasley looked like she really wanted to say no but hesitantly nodded her head anyways, forcing a small smile. "Go ahead, dear. But stay close to the house so I can see you, alright?"

Alison nodded as she opened the back door and walked outside relishing in the fact she could feel the sun on her face. She took a deep breath of the air that smelled like grass and dirt and walked over to a large tree that stood only a few yards from the house, sitting down in the grass under it and leaning against the wide trunk.

She pulled out a long and thick blade of grass from the ground and twisted in between her fingers, her mind wandering to Draco Malfoy. Why had he saved her when he hated her? For years he had tormented her every time they crossed paths in the halls and now, suddenly, he helped her escape from his father's house and get back home? It didn't make any sense to her.

She had kept her promise to him though. She hadn't spoken a word about what he had done for her and told everyone who asked that she had no idea where she was. That she hadn't really looked around long enough to recognize anything, too focused on getting out of there as fast as she could before she could get caught, once she left her dark cell.

She hoped he hadn't gotten in trouble for helping her escape, despite all the years she had spent hating him and wishing he would take a very long walk off a a very short pier. He had looked so frightened when he pleaded with her to stay quiet about what he had done she just couldn't be angry with him anymore. Plus he had, essentially, saved her's and Harry's lives by helping her escape. Voldemort would have killed her after the  Veritaserum would have forced her to give away her brother's location, no longer needing her, then he would've gone after Harry and killed him too and anyone who would've gotten in his way.

She slowly pulled up the left sleeve of the jacket and looked at her forearm. Mudblood. It was just faint scars on her arm now, but she could still feel the pain of Bellatrix carving it into her skin like it had just only just happened a moment ago. No one but Mrs. Weasley and Ginny knew about it and she had asked them not to tell. She couldn't stand to have one more thing people would give her pitiful looks about.