Olivia Evans, who was given up at birth by her mother, Petunia, later finds out that she is a witch. Just when her life begins to make sense and starts improving she is faced with questions of her past that leave her wondering.
After some suspicio...
Olivia couldn't have been happier to spend the last half of her summer with the Weasleys. That morning she was leaving Cokeworth, she packed all her things into her trunk, and had to pack an extra trunk case of all her painting things.
She was looking through her stack of books deciding which ones to take with her when Snape knock at her door frame. "You about ready?" He asked, watching her put her paints and brushes into its case.
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"Just about, just can't seem to find where I placed- oh there it is-" said Olivia picking up her wand that was sticking out in a cup of brushes. She closed all her trunks and Snape helped her take them down stairs.
In the study she told him goodbye with her things loaded down into her arms, just before she stepped in the flames she her Snape call her name.
"Wait Olivia, you forgot this." He said holding her camera.
"Thank you, could you just- yeah, well see you at school, bye!" He slipped the camera over her head and let it hang and she stepped into the flames and landed at the Burrow.
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"Where's a weasley when I need one? Hello!" Olivia stepped out of the fireplace with her trunks.
Molly popped her head out from the kitchen. "Oh Ollie dear! We've missed you! BOYS! Come get Ollies things!" The woman said.
Fred and George came thumping down the stairs. "There she is!" Said Fred hugging Olivia. George hugged her next.
"Fred take her things to Ginnys room for her! Dinner won't be much longer Ollie make yourself at home." Molly said heading to the kitchen.
"Do you need any help?" Olivia asked
"No dear but thank you for offering."
Olivia loved the Burrow, it was where she first felt home at besides Hogwarts. Fred came back into the living room, him and George took hold of Olivias hands and dragged her up the stairs to their room and closed the door.
Inside Olivia could smell the faint scent of gunpowder. She sat on George's bed, and crossed her legs.
"I never got a letter back about how your mum took the news of you two opening up a joke shop." Olivia said taking note of the look they made. "So I'm guessing it didn't go well by face you made."
