“Here, you can borrow a pair of my pajamas.” Ginny tossed her a large night-shirt that was really long. It went to her ankles. How Ginny could have walked in it, was a mystery. Annie got into her bed, and looked at the ceiling.
“Do you like it here, Annie?” Ginny asked.
“I don’t know.” Annie said. “It is so different from the manor.”
“Do you think you could see yourself living here?” Ginny asked.
“Promise not to tell anybody?” Annie replied. Ginny stiffened, but nodded.
“Yes.” Annie sighed.
“Why can’t I tell anybody?” Ginny asked.
“Because. If Draco ever found out I would be in big trouble. I couldn’t look him in the face.” Annie sighed. “Half of me is Annie Weasley, the other half is Veronica Malfoy. How could my parents- I mean the Malfoy’s… do that to me? Kidnapping? That was low.”
“You fit more as a Weasley. You don’t have the blonde hair.” Ginny said.
“I USED to have blonde hair, you know…” Annie smiled. Ginny smiled too, and turned away, snuggling under her own covers. Annie smirked and looked at a picture of the Weasley family, waving. She saw two other people she didn’t know, too. One with bushy brown hair, and one with a scar…. Wait… Harry Potter!
She felt something walking around on her stomach. Trying to push it away, she failed and received a sharp pain in her hand. She jumped and saw a small brown potato-like creature looking back with barred teeth. She screamed with all her might. She tossed it on the floor, and climbed on the windowsill, still screaming. Ginny woke up and covered her ears. She saw a gnome jumping, trying to get on the windowsill. She saw Annie’s face covered in butter. Arthur and Molly were in front looking around frantically. Percy had a hand over his mouth, and the twins had their eyes closed a bit, trying to wake up Annie noticed Ron wasn’t there. Fred picked the gnome up and left the room, looking irritable from being woken up so early.
“What happened?” Molly asked, looking at the butter. “Why do you have butter on your face?” Annie looked at her confused and wiped some off with two fingers. Her eyes narrowed and she bolted out the door but was caught around the stomach by Arthur. She tried, uselessly to get away.
“Ron. Did. It. I. Know. It!” She hissed, trying to get away. “He will pay!”
“RONALD WEASLEY! GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!” Molly screamed up the stairs. Ginny moaned, pulling her covers over her head.
“It’s too early for this…” George slumped off to his bedroom. Annie stomped off to the bathroom and washed her face, hearing Mrs. Weasley’s screams.
“-HOW DARE YOU? WHAT HAS SHE DONE TO YOU?-“
Annie stomped out passed the garden, by a small pond and kicked rocks into the water, resting her head on a tree. She heard really faint yelling. But she couldn’t listen much longer, her eyes closed and she fell asleep.
She woke up the next morning, in her bed. Was it a dream? Why was she still here?
“You ‘wake?” Ginny mumbled. Annie turned to her and nodded.
“Ron can be such a dork. There is no way I am related to him.” Ginny smiled weakly, rubbing her eyes. Annie smirked.
“Uh... I am so tired, but I can’t go back to sleep.” Ginny huffed.
“Ah, you’re up.” Percy walked in. “I was hoping to work on the project today. Are you still up for it?”
“Up? No, I’m still sleepy. But sure I’ll help.” Annie smirked. Percy looked at her, confused. “Yes.”
“That’s great! I was hoping you wouldn’t sink to Fred and George’s level. That’s the path that Ron is taking. Ginny, I hope you know what’s best for you too.” Percy said.
“Yeah. Sure.” Ginny mumbled, pulling her pillow over her head.
“Alright. Mum’s washed yesterday’s clothes for you.” Percy held out the dress. “See you in my room.” With that he left.
“What Percy is trying to accomplish is stupid. Cauldron Leaks.” Ginny said. “So that’s what you will be doing.”
“Hey, I want to get to know everyone better.” Annie shrugged and went into the closet and changed. She walked to Percy’s room and looked at a small clock on his desk. 5:15!
“Alright. Now I have to work on Cauldron Leaks. It has to work on all potions, without leaking. I have this chart so far.” Percy took out a piece of tag board about the size of the kitchen table. In tiny writing, it had all the lists of potions, what they reflect and what keeps them stronger.
“So, I tried from here… to here…” He pointed to the front and to the middle. He took out a box, about the size of a pillow. He took out a finger-nail-sized cauldron and enlarged it.
“Wouldn’t you just use the Kilo Potion for the insides… you know, to give it extra hold, so the potion cant burn through it. And then a Lightening spell or something to take off extra weight.” Annie yawned, her head in her hands, dozing off once or twice.
“But… wait…” Percy got from his chair and took out another box full of different potions that had been shrunk to fit into the box. He took a red one out and scrubbed the inside with it, and made it feel lighter. He mixed potions quickly.
“Breakfast!” Molly called up the stairs.
“Er… Percy… Percy? Its breakfast time… Percy…?” Annie tried to say something, but he was too caught up in his work. She walked downstairs, meeting Ron half way. She glared at him, and he glared right back. Annie stomped down the stairs.
“Good Morning dears.” Molly smiled, until Ron came down. “Ron, you will be cleaning the attic today. I don’t know what has gotten into you but you better shape up! We will be going to Diagon Alley to get some clothes, later on, and when we get home you better march up there and clean.”
“Yes, Mum.” Ron sighed as he sat down. Everybody glared, but not as bad as Annie.
“Nice going Ron, How did you know we liked being woken up at 1:00 in the morning?” Fred asked irritable. Ron glared at his plate.
“No more talk about this.” Arthur said, as Errol toppled in. Annie looked at it curiously. Arthur took to paper, and Annie took the owl in her arms.
“Is he okay?” Annie asked.
“He’s fine.” Ron snapped. She glared.
“Hey, how did they get this? Fudge said he would keep it secret for a while.” Arthur sighed. He handed it to Molly, who read it and clicked her tongue. Then she got to read it.
Missing Weasley FOUND! by wendy green
Anita Melie Weasley, Daughter of Arthur and Molly Weasley, was found a few days ago, after being kidnapped for 14 years. She was in good condition and not found to have been neglected or abused. The girl had been taken from the Weasley home when she was a little under a year old. She is now safe with the Weasley’s after living with the Malfoy family most of her life. Lucius Malfoy denied having Anita with him, but having his own daughter, Veronica Louise Malfoy.
“We never took the Weasley girl! Veronica is ours!” Quoted Narcissa Malfoy, crying. “I should know! I am the mother!”
When in truth, their correct daughter was killed the very night that Anita was taken. Investigators say they found the baby blanket that Anita was wrapped in when she disappeared, in the Malfoy residence. What happened to the real Veronica Malfoy is a mystery we are currently trying to figure out. A few sources say they think Lucius had strangled the child, when it was asleep, and to hide it from Narcissa, he took Anita. We are still trying to get enough proof of this. The Malfoy’s have temporarily been taken to Azkaban. We will try to get information from the Weasley’s.
Annie dropped the letter in shock. Her father couldn’t have done this! Never! She refused to believe it.
“It’s okay, dear…” Molly comforted her.
“He would NEVER do that! Never!” Annie gasped.
“HE COULD TOO! YOU ARE JUST TRYING TO COVER UP FOR THEM SO YOU CAN GET THEM OUT OF AZKABAN AND GO LIVE WITH THEM AND BECOME A DEATHEATER!” Ron yelled.
“RONALD WEASLEY! GET UPSTAIRS RIGHT NOW!” Molly yelled, standing from her chair. Annie was being held back, yet again, by Arthur.
“YOU HAVE NO IDEA, RON! NO IDEA! YOU DON’T KNOW THEM HOW I DO! I WONT BECOME A DEATHEATER! YOU BELONG IN AZKABAN FOR BEING SUCH A WORTHLESS PIECE OF GARBAGE!” Annie screamed as Ron left the room, stomping up the stairs. Molly following him. She still fought to get away, but not as much as before.
“Annie. He didn’t mean it. He just in shock and he goes to school with Draco. Let’s just say they don’t get along.” Arthur tried to explain. Annie looked at the stairway fiercely, but sat down in her seat. Everybody was just staring.
“What?” She muttered. They looked back to their food.