The Burrow (A Fred Weasley Fan Fiction)

Prologue

Dislclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Harry Potter, or any of the spells/products. All rights goes to J.K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter Series. I own my two characters Marley and Clarissa.

Prologue

I guess I was 11 when my mom told me who my father was and what the nightmares meant. I was Voldemort's daughter, the Voldemort, the evil wizard who killed people, who made my mother go with him, who made this large scar on my back, who didn't care about anything or anybody besides himself. He was the man that killed Harry Potter's parents, who made this boy's, I never knew, life miserable. I hated my father, I still do, he is the one that made my life hell, which made me into this person that I couldn't tell who I really was. My mother told me the day my father took her away from her life, my mother was a beautiful woman, I guess he thought she would make a good offspring for him, and simply kidnapped her. She was a witch, not very powerful, just a regular witch who worked in the Magical Creatures Unit in the Ministry, her best friend, the only friend that actually knew her and didn't always try to hassle her was Arthur Weasley, I've never met the man and probably never will, but what my mother told me about him, I could tell she loved him, even if he was married and already had 2 children. Anyways, Voldemort kidnapped my mother that day, forced her to live with him, and basically raped her. She was so helpless and weak against him, there was nothing she could do; well 9 months later I came along.

            My father wasn't planning that I'd be a girl, he was so sure that I would be a boy and he's raised me into a miniature him. However, he just planned over this little bump in the road and would make me use my beauty as a girl in other ways. Thankfully he didn't know that I was also a muggle, yes that's right. I was born without any magical powers, I was a plain muggle. My mom knew by the first time she laid eyes on me, call it mother's intuition. She never, however, told my father, she knew he would kill me without a second thought. She was trying to figure out a plan to escape with me, especially after the incident where he practically almost killed me, I barely recall that day I only have a few memories from it, all I know was I was 2 years old, and I had apparently done something horribly wrong, I can't remember what, all I know was that it was something stupid. Well he had taken his anger out on my, and before I realized there was blood everywhere, my blood. My mother came in just in time or I believe I really would have been dead. She had let him take out the rest of his anger out on her, and helped heal me with a spell; she then let my father have his way with her. I still, however, have the long scar on my back.

            It probably a little after a month after that incident happened that we had found out my father was destroyed by a little baby boy named Harry Potter, two years younger than me. All the Death Eaters were scrambling to either escape or kill themselves, or hide. My mother and I did the same. She had taken me to her apartment in London, her things were still there I remember as she scrambled to pack things we may need to go into hiding as Marley and Courtney Evans, I then barely recall us taking a train to a deeper part in London, and we ended up living in a small apartment in the bad part of London, but then again nothing was really bad compared to where we lived for the past 2 ½ years. We lived there for 11 years, my mom had taken me to Diagon Alley the first time I was 7, she wanted to visit her old friend Tom, and he recognized her right away. Once he noticed me, he asked where she's been since she just happened to disappear one day from the ministry, when Arthur apparently came by looking for her. She had told him that she had left to America, where she had a fling with a man, but he ended up dumping her leaving her pregnant, that's when she came back here. She ended up taking a job at the Leaky Cauldron, she didn't want to go back to the Ministry, because she feared that either Voldemort would return and find her there or that Arthur would end up hating her, and she's rather have him think she was dead or left. She told me it was better that way her loved one wouldn't get hurt; she didn't want to involve him in this whole mess we were in.