I Can\'t Sleep Without My Angel
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Adult +
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12
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14
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A Muggle At The Burrow
*Here is another chapter for you! 2 Chapters in one day! Yea! I hope you enjoy it, because the rest of the week may be updateless(if that is a word!) I have a lot of school work, and I also get to be an extra in a film that is being shot in my town! Yea! Hope you all have a great week!
*Again, thanks to my lovely best friend and beta! She is a doll! And a big thanks and high five to my reviewers!
*Harry Potter and His Universe belong to a Ms. JK Rowling!
Chapter 4: A Muggle at the Burrow
Molly and Arthur gaped at the girl.
“Oh yes, of course, dear,\" Molly stammered, trying to make sense oe
se
statement. “Now, Ashley, I am sure you are confurighright now.”
Ashley nodded.
“My husband, Arthur, found you in the field near our house, and brought you
back here. You are now at our house. Dear, you have been badly hurt. I did
what I could do to help you, but, there are many bruises…everywhere.”
It was then that Molly noticed that Ashley was crying. Molly gently shoved Ron to the
side and took the girl’s hand.
“Ashley, I know that what you went through must have been beyond horrible, do
you remember it?
“Yes, but I don’t understand how I got to your field.”
“Maybe you used your magic, without knowing it.” Arthur piped in.
“Magic? What do you mean?”
Arthur took a step back. “I just presumed that…you are…”
“Oh gosh!” Ashely exclaimed, “You\'re wizards!” She turned to Ron, with a look
of awe.
“My angel is a wizard, no wonder you were able to save me!”
Molly lookedr atr at Arthur. They had all just presumed she was a witch
because she was so close to the burrow. They never imagined she was a muggle.
She did seem to know about them, though.
“Dear, “ Molly started, “You know about wizards.”
“Yea, I know about you all. My father was a wizard.” She looked down, \"I know
he was always disappointed when I didn’t show any magical capabilities.”
“So you are a muggle and…”
“And American,” a voice said from the stairs. Ginny, Fred, and George were all
standing there. Molly, Arthur and Ron all looked at each other in confusion.
They had been so shocked when the girl had woken up that they hadn’t even paid
attention to the fact that she didn’t have the same accent as them.
“Yea, I am A-American,” the girl stuttered, surprised by the appearance of even
more people.
Ron felt bad looking down at Ashley, realizing how overwhelemed she looked. He
just then had the chance to really look at her. She had a cute round face with
simple features, and some of the palest skin Ron had ever seen. She had
fascinating eyes. They were a light brownish-grey, and they were wide open, in
anxiety he presumed. Since his mother had washed the blood out her hair, it
took on its natural color, a beautiful golden blonde. It was long and curly
and framed her face very nicely. Her hair and eyes definitely were something
to look at. He thought back to his 4th year, and of the other girl he was
fascinated with, who also had long blonde hair: Fleur Delacour. Ashley was
definitely not a replica of Fleur. Fleur was drop dead gorgeous, and Ashley
was not that. She was pretty in a comforting way. She had a look that made
him want to take care of her. He wanted to feel her hair on his face, and he
wanted to look into those wonderful eyes. All of a sudden Ron heard his name
being said and came back to reality. It seems that a whole conversation had
happened without him even paying attention.
“What, mum?”
“Will you listen to her, dear?”
“What?” Ron stated again, still confused.
“Ashley will tell what happened to her dear, but she doesn’t want us all here,
she just wants to tell you.”
Then in a whisper, so the girl would not hear,
“She seems to have taken a liking to you, Ron, she said it herself, you aer
er
angel. All I can figure out, is that she thinks this because you are the first
person she saw when she woke up. Would you be willing to listen to her, Ron?
Can you handle hearing what she has to say, I can already tell you, It won’t be
easy to listen to.”
Ron looked over at Ashley. Her mysterious eyes begging him to take care of
her, to listen to her story.
“Of course, Mum, I will listen to her.” Ron turned and sat down on the floor
next to the couch, ready to hear a heart-breaking story as the rest of the
family left the room.
*Again, thanks to my lovely best friend and beta! She is a doll! And a big thanks and high five to my reviewers!
*Harry Potter and His Universe belong to a Ms. JK Rowling!
Chapter 4: A Muggle at the Burrow
Molly and Arthur gaped at the girl.
“Oh yes, of course, dear,\" Molly stammered, trying to make sense oe
se
statement. “Now, Ashley, I am sure you are confurighright now.”
Ashley nodded.
“My husband, Arthur, found you in the field near our house, and brought you
back here. You are now at our house. Dear, you have been badly hurt. I did
what I could do to help you, but, there are many bruises…everywhere.”
It was then that Molly noticed that Ashley was crying. Molly gently shoved Ron to the
side and took the girl’s hand.
“Ashley, I know that what you went through must have been beyond horrible, do
you remember it?
“Yes, but I don’t understand how I got to your field.”
“Maybe you used your magic, without knowing it.” Arthur piped in.
“Magic? What do you mean?”
Arthur took a step back. “I just presumed that…you are…”
“Oh gosh!” Ashely exclaimed, “You\'re wizards!” She turned to Ron, with a look
of awe.
“My angel is a wizard, no wonder you were able to save me!”
Molly lookedr atr at Arthur. They had all just presumed she was a witch
because she was so close to the burrow. They never imagined she was a muggle.
She did seem to know about them, though.
“Dear, “ Molly started, “You know about wizards.”
“Yea, I know about you all. My father was a wizard.” She looked down, \"I know
he was always disappointed when I didn’t show any magical capabilities.”
“So you are a muggle and…”
“And American,” a voice said from the stairs. Ginny, Fred, and George were all
standing there. Molly, Arthur and Ron all looked at each other in confusion.
They had been so shocked when the girl had woken up that they hadn’t even paid
attention to the fact that she didn’t have the same accent as them.
“Yea, I am A-American,” the girl stuttered, surprised by the appearance of even
more people.
Ron felt bad looking down at Ashley, realizing how overwhelemed she looked. He
just then had the chance to really look at her. She had a cute round face with
simple features, and some of the palest skin Ron had ever seen. She had
fascinating eyes. They were a light brownish-grey, and they were wide open, in
anxiety he presumed. Since his mother had washed the blood out her hair, it
took on its natural color, a beautiful golden blonde. It was long and curly
and framed her face very nicely. Her hair and eyes definitely were something
to look at. He thought back to his 4th year, and of the other girl he was
fascinated with, who also had long blonde hair: Fleur Delacour. Ashley was
definitely not a replica of Fleur. Fleur was drop dead gorgeous, and Ashley
was not that. She was pretty in a comforting way. She had a look that made
him want to take care of her. He wanted to feel her hair on his face, and he
wanted to look into those wonderful eyes. All of a sudden Ron heard his name
being said and came back to reality. It seems that a whole conversation had
happened without him even paying attention.
“What, mum?”
“Will you listen to her, dear?”
“What?” Ron stated again, still confused.
“Ashley will tell what happened to her dear, but she doesn’t want us all here,
she just wants to tell you.”
Then in a whisper, so the girl would not hear,
“She seems to have taken a liking to you, Ron, she said it herself, you aer
er
angel. All I can figure out, is that she thinks this because you are the first
person she saw when she woke up. Would you be willing to listen to her, Ron?
Can you handle hearing what she has to say, I can already tell you, It won’t be
easy to listen to.”
Ron looked over at Ashley. Her mysterious eyes begging him to take care of
her, to listen to her story.
“Of course, Mum, I will listen to her.” Ron turned and sat down on the floor
next to the couch, ready to hear a heart-breaking story as the rest of the
family left the room.