Hello all! My name is Sarah and I have attempted many fanfics before but my goal is for this to be my first complete one. I have a one shot
Perfect, a drabble
100 Drabbles for the Darling French Belle, and a poetry
Teardrops on My Window.
This idea came to me when I decided to write a Adventure story.
Credit goes to J.K. Rowling for the characters and wizarding world.
by Nat Nat
Prolouge
My name is Ginny. My parents died when I was 2 weeks old. I never knew them. I was adopted by the Weasley’s. I found out I was adopted on my 11th birthday. I now live in a confused life trying to figure out where I belong.
Lost
“Ginny,” Mrs. Weasley called up the stairs. “Are you sure you aren’t hungry?”
“I am sure,” the red headed girl yelled down the stairs. It had been three days since she found out she was adopted and she was still mad at her family. She fit right in, if she had never been told she would have never found out.
Ginny heard footsteps up the stairs. There was a knock at her door. “Mum I am fine,” she yelled. She would always call Molly, Mum.
“It’s Fred,” the voice said quietly. “Can we talk?”
Ginny slowly opened the door. Fred and George were the only ones she found comfort in. They understood her feelings best of all. She could talk to them easily.
Fred was standing there silently holding a cookie in his hand. “Here, eat.”
Ginny slowly ate the cookie staring out the window while Fred sat on the floor. She peered at him quickly after the cookie was gone. “Why’d you come? I know there is more than just the cookie,” she whispered.
Fred was quiet for a moment then spoke up. “Ginny we all know you are upset, please we want to help. No one except Mum and Dad knew. It was a surprise for everyone.”
Ginny looked up at him. No one knew. She was sure that it was just being kept secret from her. That everyone was leaving her out. It was a surprise for her what Fred said. “Fred, can I talk about this later. I need some time to think it out,” she said quietly turning away from him.
Ginny sat and sat as still as can be. She was going to wait until Fred left. Finally Ginny heard him get up slowly and walk out of the room. She reached under her pillow grasping for the book. Her diary, she pulled a quill out and began to write.
who ever knew it could be so hard
losing what you never knew
that you had lost
until fate had come
Tears slowly began to fall, tears for these unknown parents, which fate had taken. Leaving fate to give her a new course of life. The course of a girl never knowing her parents, now stuck in a family that she couldn’t call her own.
Caught Under Fate-Sa13+ 
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