Annabeth Ella Lestrange: The Gryffindor? (A Fred Weasley Romance Story){ON HOLD}

I own nothing, but Annabeth Lestrange and Brianna. JK Rowling is the creator of most of the rest:)

Chapter One

I'm Anna, Beth, Annabeth, or Ella. I answer to any of those names... The only name I will not, ever be called by is Lestrange.

"Annabeth Ella Lestrange! Get your sorry arse down here!" my mother yelled.

I groaned as I ran downstairs to my red-faced mother, Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Good morning mother, father. Arieliss." I sighed.

Arieliss is my older sister only by three minutes. We're twins, but we're nothing alike.

"We're going to Diagon alley today to shop for your school supplies." she snapped.

I've always had a feeling that my mother and father never really cared about me. Mum likes Arieliss better.  

I have a hunch that Arieliss and I were unintentional children, if you know what I mean....

"Okay. Mum, what is Hogwarts like?" I asked couriously.

"It's a wonderful place, except for the mudbloods and blood traitors." she growled.

"Stupid little mudbloods." Arieliss mumbled.

We got to Diagon alley via floo powder. It was one of the scariest feelings. I bet you wouldn't want to be burnt by green fire.  

Once we entered Diagon alley, mum let me and Arieliss go off on our own to get our supplies.

Then I ran into someone about half a foot taller than me.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I said looking at the red-haired, brown-eyed boy staring back at me.

"Umm.. It's okay. My name's Fred. Fred Weasley." the boy smiled.

"Oh, I'm umm.. Anna. Annabeth Lestrange." I smiled back at him.

"Are you Bellatrix Lestrange's daughter?" he asked with a shocked expression.

"Mhhmm." I sighed.

"Well, Miss Lestrange. I suppose you're going to Hogwarts this year?" he asked, keeping his distance.

"I don't bite, and please don't call me Miss Lestrange. I like to stay away from my family." I frowned.

"Oh I'm sorry. Did you get your wand yet?" he asked, smiling once again.

I shook my head.

"I haven't got mine either. Do you want to go together?" he asked with that big goofy grin on his face.

We walked for awhile until we came across a store with the word Ollivander's in large letters.

"This is it." Fred smiled as we walked in.

There was an older looking man at the desk sleeping.

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander." Fred said quite loudly.

Mr. Ollivander stirred and then looked at us.

"Hello, I was wondering when both of you would be coming in." Ollivander smiled.

"Mr. Weasley, aren't you a bit young to be dating?" he asked jokingly as I felt my face heat up.

Fred looked at me for awhile, smiled, then said, "Nope sir, not at all."

Fred then wrapped his arm around my shoulders, leaving Ollivander speechless.

"Well, umm.. Anyway.. Where's your family, Fred?" Ollivander asked.

"They told me to go get my supplies, George is home sick with Ginny and Ron." Fred replied.

"Here. Miss Lestrange." he said, handing me the wand as I flinched at the name.

"Ten inches and three quarters, walnut, dragon heartstring. Like your mother." he said as the wand did nothing.

"Okay.. Maybe not." he said, rummaging through a shelf of wands.

"Eleven inches, cherrywood, unicorn tail." he said handing me another wand.

This one felt odd but good. This one made a blue ray fly out of it's end.

"That's the one." he smiled.

I laid twelve sickles on the counter while he tried wands on Fred.  

After about the thirteenth wand he produced the identical blue ray.

"Pecilular... Eleven and a half inches, cherrywood, unicorn tail." he said watching Fred and I carefully.

"What's peculiar?" I asked, watching Fred.

"Those particular wands have the core given by the same unicorn." he said dreamly.

"Aaand?" we both asked.

"You have no particular relationship... At all?" he asked.

"Nope, I was just joking earlier." Fred asked as the smile faded from his face.

"Well, be careful together you can do great things, apart.. You'll still be good, but stronger together. Just don't try to kill each other, it won't work." he said carefully.

"Oh... Okay." I said in a higher pitch.

"Come on, Anna. Lets go. Thanks Mr. Ollivander." Fred smiled pulling us out of the small shop.

"Well that was strange." I said after we were near the pet shop.

"Why on earth would we want to kill each other." Fred asked.

"I don't know, but I kind of like you." I said.

Then I realised what I just sad, then covered up my mouth and felt the blood rush to my cheeks.