Alright, so here's a new story-I know I really shouldn't be starting a new one when I have so many unfinished ones! I'm not really sure if this story will go anywhere (it was a random spark of writing). Any thoughts/comments are greatly appreciated!

"Are you Charlie Weasley?" I asked quietly.

The man shook his head, gesturing me inside the cozy house. "I'm Bill. Charlie's here, though." He waved me forward and I followed him through the house to the dining room. All of the occupants were laughing at something a pretty girl with long, red hair was saying. When Bill cleared his throat, they all looked up at me. He pointed to a tall, burly man with cropped red hair.

"You're Charlie Weasley?"

He nodded, setting his drink down slowly.

I swallowed hard and gave him a weak smile. "My name's Abbygail...and I think I'm your daughter," I admitted.

His eyes went wide with surprise. "D-d-d-daughter?"

"Yes, sir. My mother is Susan Fle-"

"Fletcher. Susan Fletcher," he whispered.

I nodded. "Yes, sir."

He seemed to really take me in then. His eyes roamed over the bruises on my face, and the distinct shape of my bones. "Did she give you up for adoption?" he asked suddenly.

I tried to supress my laugh, but I failed and he smiled slightly at the sound. "Oh no, sir. I suppose you are referring to my appearance?"

"Yes."

"No, she married Jason when I was nine, sir. He's a Death Eater. That's why I'm here, sir."

He nearly choked on his drink. "A Death Eater?"

I nodded again. "Yes, sir. My mother joined them, too." I realized then that everyone had their wands out, looking at me cautiously. My eyes widened, and I shook my head. "Oh no! I'm not one! Please let me explain! I need help, that's all! And-and-and if you don't want to help me, then I will leave, sir."

He gestured for me to continue.

"Mother has me in an arranged marriage, but another boy..." I shuffled uncomfortably. "I'm pregnant, and the only way for the marriage to go on is if I get an abortion, but I don't want an abortion."

"Did you talk to the father?" a older woman asked me gently.

"He's lined up for a marriage, too, ma'am," I explained. "He wants the abortion also."

Charlie gave me a strange look. "Why would he start a relation-" Realization dawned in his face. "Oh," he mumbled.

I bit down on my lip to keep from crying. "I'm not looking for a father, sir. I just...I need help. Even though Voldemort is gone, my mother and her friends... They can still hurt me."

He set his wand down, and got to his feet. When he was standing in front of me, he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "She never told me about you. She never said a word to me after that day, I just want you to know that."

I nodded mutely.

"I wish she had because then I could have fought for you sooner," he admitted softly.

My heart skipped a beat when he said that, and I threw my arms around him as the tears came.

He gave me a gentle squeeze. "We'll figure something out, alright, Abbygail?"

"Yes, sir."

He chuckled and pulled me closer. "Enough with the sir. You can just call me Charlie or...or whatever you want."

"I'm sorry. It's what Jason-"

His eyes hardened. "You don't worry about that Jason guy. I'll deal with him."

"How far along are you, dear?" the woman from before asked.

I pulled away from Charlie to shrug my shoulders. "I'm not sure, ma-" I stopped myself before I could call her 'ma'am'. "The healer was very cryptic when he spoke around me. I only found out a few days ago, and I had to leave before an abortion could be done."

She gave me a sad smile. "Why don't we get you something to eat, and then perhaps Audrey could give you a look over?"

I glanced at the woman she was pointing too in confusion.

"I'm a healer in the maternity ward at St. Mungo's," the woman explained with a smile.

"But food is more important right now. You're practically skin and bones, dear. Here, you can sit in between Charlie and George. I'll get you a plate. What can I get you to drink?"

My mind was going a mile a minute. I wasn't used to this kind of speaking. At home, everything was very tense, silent, and slow-moving.

Charlie placed a hand on the woman's shoulder. "Abbygail, this is my mum. You're grandmum, I suppose."

"Okay," I said slowly. "It's nice to meet you."

A little while later I was sipping on water when the first of the questions started. Introductions had long passed, and I was getting familiar with everyone, so I knew it was Ron who asked the question that had everyone scolding him.

He flinched when his girlfriend, Hermione smacked the back of his head. "What? It's a legitimate question! I know you're all wondering how she found him, too!"

Charlie rolled his eyes at his youngest brother. "Ignore Ron. He can be quite stupid at times."

I laughed quietly. "It's alright. I actually only found out the other day when they told me I was pregnant. They left my medical file next to the bed I was in, and I snuck a look. Mother listed my father as Weasley, so when I made it to England I asked around to narrow it down. It wasn't hard when I could narrow the age differences down."

"Made it to England?" Charlie repeated.

"Oh, yes. Mother moved to Germany when she found out she was pregnant."

Arthur, my grandpa I reminded myself, nodded. "Their wizarding school is very strict, I hear."

I shrugged, setting my glass back down. "I was home schooled with some of the other Death Eaters children. It was their way of ensuring we learned to hold our values against the other side."

"Our side," Bill supplemented.

"Yes, exactly. I spent too much time in the library though, and learned what was really going on. That's how most of the bruises came about actually. I opened my mouth and let things slip that I shouldn't have known."

Charlie gave my hand a squeeze. "We'll get you healed up, Abbygail."

"Okay," I said, smiling at him.

Molly got up and refilled my water for me. "Aren't you hungry, dear? You've barely eaten. There's plenty of food!"

I shook my head. "I'm not used to eating so much food. Mother had me on a strict diet, so I'd be married off quicker."

She looked at me with a heartbroken expression. "Well we'll have none of that here. That's nonsense. You're a beautiful girl whose eating for another, too. If you get hungry during the night, you just help yourself to whatever you want, alright?"

"Alright. Thank you, Molly."

She paused to tuck a lock of my dark hair behind my ear. "You look just like Charlie," she whispered. "The same eyes, nose, freckles..." I blushed and she laughed softly. "Same embarassment at being complimented. I hope you like it here, sweetheart."

I smiled back at her. "I think I will," I whispered.

She placed a quick kiss on the top of my head before waving her wand at the dirty dishes on the table.

"Abbygail, we can go do that checkup now, if you'd like?" Audrey suggested.

My hand rubbed the tiny, tiny bump that had formed as I nodded.

She led me out of the room and up the staircase to the third floor. "Ginny said to use her room; it's the cleanest. The boys are just horrid at cleaning up after themselves." I sat down next to her on the bed as she turned to face me. "Just relax, dear. Nothing will hurt, and once Molly or Ginny finds the right cream we'll be able to ease those bruises away."

"O-Okay," I said shakily. I fiddled with the bottom of my shirt. "Will you be able to tell how far along I am? Because there wasn't just one time..."

She gave me a hug. "Yes, I'll be able to tell you that, and maybe-though hopefully not because you're still looking very small-the sex of the baby."

"Sometimes I feel it fluttering around," I admitted.

She smiled as she looked over some bruises on my arms. "Maybe you're further than I thought."

An hour later Charlie grinned when he saw me come downstairs. "You're looking better."

I nodded and took the seat next to him. "Most of the bruises are gone, and the baby's okay."

"A little on the small side, but I'm sure a few days of Molly's cooking will get them both back on track," Audrey agreed as she settled on Percy's lap. "We'll have to get you set up with a healer at the hospital, but that can wait a few days."

"If she goes back with Charlie, then won't she need to go to Founders' Hospital?" Ginny reminded them.

I glanced at Charlie in confusion.

"I took some time off in Romania to work with everyone here on the war efforts. I haven't decided if I'm going back yet."

My eyes lit up. "Oh, that's right! You work with dragons! Oh, what are they like? I've always wanted to meet one! Oh, but Mother would never let me within miles of one! She said I'd end up scarred and unwanted by the boys lined up to marry me. But that's besides the point! Are they like they say in books? What about the Hungarian Horntails? Oh, they're just my favorite!"
The room errupted into laughter and Charlie pulled me into a hug. "You're my daughter alright."

Molly set a cup of tea in front of me. "Before you go taking her off to see dragons, Charlie, she needs to rest up. No traveling until her and the baby get a clean bill of health, understand?"

He nodded. "I understand. Once she's ready, we'll go up to Romania and decide on what my next job move is."

"'Right. Hopefully you'll stay here," she mumbled quietly.

"Are there dragons here?" I asked him.

"Some, not many. There's no dragon reserve, though."

I grinned as he delved into the stories of the few dragons he had incurred here. He pointed out some of his burns and scares, telling me of the different beasts that caused them. "You're so lucky that you got to study them."

He gave my knee a pat. "If you decide you want to study them, I'm sure I can set something up when we're in Romania."

My hands rested on my stomach. "Maybe after the baby comes?"

He grinned. "We can still talk to some of the trainers there for you."