Weapon ~ harry potter

Chapter 3 : Happiness

At the sound of the door opening, who she guessed to be Hermione and the Weasley kids came down in the kitchen.

Hermione was a small black girl with brown bushy hair that framed her face like a cloud, brown eyes with this glint that made her look quite bossy yet very nice. Next to her was standing who Charlotte guessed to be Ron. He was tall, had short ginger hair that shined in the light, he had blue almond eyes and freckles were displayed on his cheeks.

They looked at Charlotte, frowning, they knew a new member was coming tonight but they didn't expect her to be their age and Charlotte didn't introduce herself to them yet. But their attention quickly moved to their best friend.

"I knew it !" Ron exclaimed, throwing his fist in the air, "You always get away !"

"They couldn't do anything else but drop your charges," Hermione chimed in, "they had nothing against you, absolutely nothing."

Charlotte looked at Harry. The voices had described him multiple times and she saw him in the Daily Prophet but the truth is, he was different in real life, standing in front of you.

Harry was about the same height as Ron. He had a light brown skin and raven hair that seemed to get messier and messier each time he ran his hand through them. His lightening scar, just like lightening you see in the sky, cut his eyebrow and almost reached his emerald eye. The wrinkles and the dark circles that decorated his eyes showed he had been through anything but a peaceful life, making Charlotte wonder how he kept such a warm smile.

On the other side, Harry looked in her blue eyes. Her dark blond hair were messy and wavy but it looked beautiful.

They suddenly realized what was happening and Harry awkwardly took his hand out of his pocket for a handshake ;

"Uhm, hi I-I'm Harry Potter."

She took his hand and grinned, "Charlotte Brown."

She didn't want him or anyone else except actual Order members to know who she really was.

Prophecies, you need to know about prophecies.

It was her father. Not now! she thought.

"Sorry everyone, I'm gonna go up for a bit." She told the people in the room.

She could feel their gaze burning her back as she walked up the stairs.

"Who is she ?" She heard Hermione asked.

"Charlotte Brown..?" Harry said expecting his friends to know her.

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A few hours later, she was studying what she wrote about prophecies in her notebook when she heard a knock.

"Yeah ?" she asked.

Fred walked in the room she shared with Ginny and Hermione.

"Dinner's ready."

"Thanks." She stood up, putting her notebook under her pillow.

He looked down and noticed.

"Writing in your diary ?" she rolled her eyes and he realized he didn't know her and quickly asked ; "Who are you ?"

"You'll find out soon enough..." She replied, wiggling her fingers in front of her eyes mysteriously.

He lightly laughed and they headed downstairs in the kitchen where she sat between him and Ginny.

"So, as you probably noticed, we have a new member joining us," Remus spoke and pointed at Charlotte.

"Hi, I'm Charlotte Brown."

Remus continued ; "and she will go to Hogwarts with you. Not as a student though, she'll be staying in a guest room. She'll come back here to Sirius's house for Order meetings but-"

"WHAT?" Fred and George shouted at the same time, "She gets to be a member and not us ? How old are you ?" George finished.

"Mudbloods ! Blood-traitors ! In my house !" a voice yelled.

Sirius quickly stood up and walked in the hall to close the curtains of a painting.

"Lovely woman isn't she ? My mother." He said jokingly siting down again.

Charlotte saw Molly sending glares at her sons meaning they should lower their voices.

"I'm fifteen" She answered, grinning at Sirius' remark.

"Oh come on !" They said at the same time, making Charlotte giggle, which didn't happen in a long time.

"But don't harass her into giving you some information." Remus finished.

"Will you be sorted into your house ? I'm in Gryffindor, Harry, Hermione and my brothers too." A teenager with long red hair and a face covered in gold freckles asked her. Ginny, she recognized.

"I don't know. Will I ? Be sorted into my Hogwarts house." She asked looking at the adults sitting around the table.

"I don't think you will, but you can always ask Dumbledore." Arthur answered. Charlotte nodded.

The rest of the dinner went on nicely. She talked a lot to Ginny and Hermione. The Weasley twins made her laugh a lot and she loved talking about astronomy with Sirius.

When she got back to her room with Ginny and Hermione she felt happy, light. And even better, her nightmare didn't haunt her this night.

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