Post by cherokeestrawberry on Jul 2, 2010 0:07:37 GMT -5
For someone who only knows who they are and not who they should have been my life seems so complete. I have two loving parents, six protective older brothers, and one brave little sister. I live in a huge and cozy house where everything always seems to be happy even in the worst of times. To think that my life wouldn’t have been like this is painful to consider. So I am thankful for the life that I have and wouldn’t trade it for all the riches in the world.
I was adopted by the Weasley’s when I was two years old. I only briefly remember a time before that. I was alone in the streets. It was raining and I was shivering, starving, and filthy. I used the ally wall to keep myself standing as I continued on to somewhere. I’m not sure if I had a place to go or if I was just doing all I could to get as far away as I could from where I was. And the worst part about this is that I don’t remember a single thing before this moment. I remember I was crying and suddenly I just couldn’t go on.
After passing out I woke up in a warm bed. The room was bright and I could feel that there were people in the room. Those people turned out to be Albus Dumbledore and Arthur Weasley. I took quickly to the both of them. I remember hearing Molly arguing with Arthur outside the door about how they couldn’t afford to take care of another child. Though when Arthur opened the door and made her look her face fell and she started crying. After that the cold feeling fled my body. Until then I hadn’t know it was even there. That night they filled out the adoption papers and took me home.
I sat on the couch with Molly as Arthur went to wake everyone else up. Now mind you I had no idea that I was about to have seven siblings. When they all came down they just stared at me in confusion or with a non-emotional look because they were tired. Ginny was only a year old at the time and Ron was my age. After Arthur told them what was going on they seemed slow to react. “Well…what’s her name?” Bill had asked. He was the first one to speak. “Her name is Rosella.” Arthur answered. I wondered how he knew and considering my age I wonder still how I knew. I found out later that Dumbledore had somehow figured it out.
Within the first week I was living in The Burrow everyone was going about me like a jumpy rescue puppy. Now that look back on it I guess that is exactly what I was; a little, jumpy rescue puppy. I stuck close to Molly and gradually throughout the next few weeks I drew closer to everyone else. I went from the youngest to the oldest siblings in the first two months. After that I started having fun and coming out of my shell a bit. I was happy all the time and never complained…well, not unless it was about going to bed early.
I recall when it was only Ron, Ginny, and I at home. It was odd, especially in Fred and George’s first year because the house seemed to empty. One upside to this is that Ron and I had more hiding places for hide-and-go-seek. It was our favorite game and even now in the summer we play it. It gets more and more interesting each time. Occasionally Ron, Ginny, and I will get spells casted on us once we’ve been found. At times it’s funny but at time it isn’t so funny because it can’t be reversed and you have to wait for it to wear off. For instance, Ron once went through an entire day with a duck bill.
I was adopted by the Weasley’s when I was two years old. I only briefly remember a time before that. I was alone in the streets. It was raining and I was shivering, starving, and filthy. I used the ally wall to keep myself standing as I continued on to somewhere. I’m not sure if I had a place to go or if I was just doing all I could to get as far away as I could from where I was. And the worst part about this is that I don’t remember a single thing before this moment. I remember I was crying and suddenly I just couldn’t go on.
After passing out I woke up in a warm bed. The room was bright and I could feel that there were people in the room. Those people turned out to be Albus Dumbledore and Arthur Weasley. I took quickly to the both of them. I remember hearing Molly arguing with Arthur outside the door about how they couldn’t afford to take care of another child. Though when Arthur opened the door and made her look her face fell and she started crying. After that the cold feeling fled my body. Until then I hadn’t know it was even there. That night they filled out the adoption papers and took me home.
I sat on the couch with Molly as Arthur went to wake everyone else up. Now mind you I had no idea that I was about to have seven siblings. When they all came down they just stared at me in confusion or with a non-emotional look because they were tired. Ginny was only a year old at the time and Ron was my age. After Arthur told them what was going on they seemed slow to react. “Well…what’s her name?” Bill had asked. He was the first one to speak. “Her name is Rosella.” Arthur answered. I wondered how he knew and considering my age I wonder still how I knew. I found out later that Dumbledore had somehow figured it out.
Within the first week I was living in The Burrow everyone was going about me like a jumpy rescue puppy. Now that look back on it I guess that is exactly what I was; a little, jumpy rescue puppy. I stuck close to Molly and gradually throughout the next few weeks I drew closer to everyone else. I went from the youngest to the oldest siblings in the first two months. After that I started having fun and coming out of my shell a bit. I was happy all the time and never complained…well, not unless it was about going to bed early.
I recall when it was only Ron, Ginny, and I at home. It was odd, especially in Fred and George’s first year because the house seemed to empty. One upside to this is that Ron and I had more hiding places for hide-and-go-seek. It was our favorite game and even now in the summer we play it. It gets more and more interesting each time. Occasionally Ron, Ginny, and I will get spells casted on us once we’ve been found. At times it’s funny but at time it isn’t so funny because it can’t be reversed and you have to wait for it to wear off. For instance, Ron once went through an entire day with a duck bill.