Tales of a Muggle-Born on the Run

I was inspired by the recent happenings with the Magic is Might Experience. Really gotten into the roleplaying, obviously. Hope you guys like this!

Chapter 1

The Muggleborn Registration Committee

I knew he was back when Cedric died. Who could have doubted it? Then the mass breakouts from Azkaban occurred and I really started to panic. Meanwhile, the Ministry toodled along as though nothing was wrong. No matter how bad the Ministry got, though, I knew it would only be a matter of time before they changed their tune.

And then they did. I was in my seventh year at Hogwarts when Scrimgeour took office. He set plans in motion to stop He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named before he got too far.

That all changed, though. Near the end of the school year, Dumbledore was murdered atop the Astronomy Tower by Snape, and I knew things were about to get much worse. Only, I didn't have any clue as to how much worse they could get, until the day my letter came...


Dear Ms. Morgan,

We regret to inform you that your blood status has been called into question. Your presence has been requested at a hearing on August 10th to determine the truth of the matter. Should you be found guilty of having stolen magic, the wand you have stolen will be confiscated and returned to its rightful owner.
You have nothing to fear if you have nothing to hide.

Sincerely,
Dolores Umbridge
Head of the Muggle-born Registration Committee,
Ministry of Magic

I was furious, but I knew I couldn't go. They would take my wand and cut me off from my world. I'm as muggle-born as the sky is blue on a clear day, so I did what any sane person would do--I ran.

My name is Annabelle Morgan and I am a muggle-born fugitive.

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August 15, 1997

After being on the run for six days, I found myself in London. It was probably the worst place to be at the time, but I needed to get a message to Fred and George at their shop. I rushed through the streets, hand clutching my wand tightly, prepared to do battle with any Ministry lackey who recongnized me. I'd been labeled "Undesirable #29" and knew they would have my picture up so the entire Wizarding community would be able to spot me.

I watched the Leaky Cauldron's door from across the street, the muggles glancing from one side to the other, without seeing it. Several minutes later, I saw Yaxley, scum that he is, enter the Leaky Cauldron. Darn it, I thought. Now, I'll have to wait even longer before I can get to them.

Then I remembered--I had passed my Apparition test last summer. I'm a moron. I pulled my jacket tighter and made my way down the street to an alley. Concentrating hard on the back room of Weasley Wizard Wheezes, I twisted on the spot and Apparated.

"Stay where you are," two familiar voices said as I straightened.

I raised my hands. "I'm not going to attack you," I said.

"Anna?" Fred asked. "Good Godric, it is you!"

He and George lowered their wands, but didn't move any closer to me. George raised his eyebrow as he looked me over. "What are you doing here?"

"What do you think, George? I'm a muggle-born. Put the pieces of the puzzle together."

"You're on the run and you came here?"

"I needed to get a message to you guys."

"What's the message?"

"A little birdy told me that the Ministry's going to be conducting raids soon and your shop is on the top of the list."

The twins grinned. "We'll keep that in mind."

We stood there in silence before someone else ventured into the back room. "Fred, George, I'll be needing more..." Charlie Weasley trailed off as he took in the sight before him. "Annabelle," he said.

"Charles."

He laughed and ran over to hug me. "It's been a while. What have you been up to?"

"Oh, the usual. School, running for my life, sneaking into places I shouldn't be..."

"Running for your life?" he asked, releasing me.

"I don't think we're needed here anymore, Fred," George said.

"Right you are. If you two will excuse us," Fred said.

Charlie didn't even notice. "Why have you been running?"

"I'm a muggle-born," I said for the second time that day.

Suddenly, he seemed to understand. "Then why are you here?"

"I had to warn them. I heard the Ministry was going to preform raids."

"You should have been a Gryffindor," he said. "All your noble intentions..."

"Listen, I can't stay much longer. It was nice seeing you again."

"Where are you headed next?"

"I don't know. I'll figure something out, though."

"You could always come to Romania with me. I heard from Hagrid you were one of his best students."

"Charlie, I can't. I'm sorry."

"Why not? It's perfect."

"I can't! Where do you think they'd look for me first?!"

He huffed and pressed something in my hand. "Fine, but at least keep in touch."

I examined the coin he'd pressed into my hand. "It looks like the fake Galleons that we used for the DA..."

"Close. I've made a few of my own, so I can keep track of my friends who are on the run."

I smiled and pocketed the coin. "Thanks, Charlie."

I turned and Disapparated. The last thing I saw before vanishing was the sad look on his face.

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