Harry Potter One shots

Weasleys

I sat in potions, moping around. It had been exactly eleven years since I had seen my parents, snice I had seen anyone in my family. At age 6, I had been taken from my family in the middle of the night, I remembered them briefly, the sweetest people in existence, towards me anyway. Two years later, I was sent a letter from Hogwarts and decided that since my family were magic, I may find one of them there...six years later, at age 17, I still hadn't found them. In all honesty, I knew they would all look different now, I could only remember the appearance of my parents now, none of my siblings names, ages or appearances remained with me after the age of 9. 

So again, her I was, moping in Potions when McGonagall quickly opened the door in excitement, although hiding it very soon. We all turned to stare at her. I sat next to this Gryffindor boy called Lee.

"Professor Snape, could I borrow Miss Killan?" We all looked to the greasy haired teacher. He sighed and motioned me to follow the other teacher.

"Miss Killan, gather your things and go." 

I stacked my books and tucked my quill and sealed ink into my pocket with my wand, sending a smile to the Slytherin teacher before following Gryffindor's head of house. Personally, I was a Hufflepuff, very quiet and relaxed. I followed McGonagall from the dungeons and we ended up heading right up to Dumbledore's office. After being led into the room, I was told by  Dumbledore that I should go to my dorm and put my books away. I followed instructions. 

On my way back from the dorms, heading towards the Great Hall just as classes let out, a voice called out my name, my first name. Their voice was laced in curiosity and soon, urgency. I looked around the corridor but failed to find the source, until I spotted a ginger man waving his arms above his head by the entrance to the courtyard. Out of pure wonder, I wandered over to him, seeing Hagrid not very far away from him. 

"(Y/n), right?"  I nodded, replying just as he was about to speak, taking a step towards me.

"Do you know me?" I asked. "Do I know you?" I added, curiosity getting the better of me.

"I'm Charlie Weasley. I'm, ah, how do I say this...?" He spoke to himself quietly, muttering as I admired his many many freckles. "I, uh, I'm one of your brothers." I stared at him, utterly confused. 

"One of my brothers?" He nodded with a sad smile.

"Yeah...we've got a sister and five other brothers." He carefully set a hand on my shoulder. I let him. "You've been gone since I was eleven. Bill was thirteen. Mum and dad have spent years looking for you." By now, Charlie had pulled me to the side of the corridor and I stared at the floor. 

"How old am I? My mum says I'm seventeen." Charlie shook his head. 

"You're a triplet, with Fred and George. You're eighteen, only just though." I smiled with a sad laugh.

"How do you know I'm the right (Y/n)?" Charlie's smile faltered but immediately returned, even brighter.

"You've got ginger roots." He pointed up to my dark hair. "You've got freckles." I smiled with a small nod. "You responded to (Y/n)." He gently took my hand. "And you look just like mum when she had Bill." I smiled.

"I look like her?" The ginger nodded, offering me his other hand, I took it.

"How about at Christmas, I meet you at the train station in London, and we can go see mum together?" I nodded gently with tearful eyes.

"I'd like that. So, if I'm a Weasley...does that mean I'm related to Percy?" Charlie sighed with a dramatic groan, slinging an arm over my shoulder and leading me on his journey through the castle with Hagrid.