Keeper Of The Dark Dead

Fred weasley x Oc.
It was a misty morning at Hogwarts for the day the students would be returning. Though unlike usual, one student had arrived much earlier and as she walked from Hogsmeade station up to the castle by herself on the quiet muddy road, though she would not dare complain, the silence around her was as though she were walking to a funeral. But in fact she was pleased, even if her expressionless exterior said otherwise. A cloudy grey sky remained overhead, the clouds swirling about causing an irregular breeze to blow through as the sun tried to make it's way visible from the cloaked sky, but it's efforts fruitless as it never stayed long. It was strange weather for what was likely going to be a strange day, if not a strange new beginning.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or it's caharcters, nor do I own the art. But it is my story, so enjoy.