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KNOCKTURN ALLEY

The burrow was different, far different than the orphanage. I admit this place was more, lively, to say the least. It was homely. The same cosy feeling the Willgreens had. Mrs Weasley was kind enough to take care of me till my injuries healed even if I insisted I could handle it. Mr Weasley, chill and easy to talk to. Percy Weasley was studious, and a bit of an asshole. The twins were amazing, not much to say. And Ginny-- the youngest-- was awkward, nervous, and strangely kept apologising when she realised she accidentally bumped into me that one time. And the snake wasn't much of a bother, though, Mrs Weasley gave a loud screech when she saw me feeding it once. After that, I hid it in the room I'm staying in. A few minutes after that. The entire house came to know the existence of Pandora the snake.

I hoped that my stay would last longer but, alas, fate had other plans.

Now, we're all sitting at the table. I saw Ginny descending the step with a red glow on her cheeks. She dived under the table to retrieve the bowl and emerged with her face glowing like the setting sun. Mrs Weasley had taken care of my scar quite well. Once she commented on my fingers.

'Oh, dear,' Mrs Weasley had a look of pity. Usually, I'd be offended when people pity me but I shrugged it off. Mrs Weasley gently took my hand, examining it as if it were an old family heirloom. The fingertips of my right hand were getting blacker, darker, as if the skin itself was rotting. It wasn't too bad, just the fingertips. Perhaps I'll get it checked soon. For now, observe. '(Y/n), what happened here?'

'Just a wand accident, Mrs Weasley.' I smiled at her. She had a look of doubt but left it. I wasn't exactly lying, nor was I telling the whole truth.

'Letters from school,' said Mr Weasley, passing Harry, Ron, and me identical envelopes of yellowish parchment, addressed in green ink. 'Dumbledore already knows you’re here, Harry, (Y/n) — doesn’t miss a trick, that man. You two’ve got them, too,' he added.

Fred and George ambled in, still in their pyjamas. For a few minutes, there was silence as they all read their letters. There was a list of the new books I'll need for the coming year. 

SECOND-YEAR STUDENTS WILL REQUIRE:
The Standard Book of Spells

Grade 2 by Miranda Goshawk

Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart

Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart

Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart

43 Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart

Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart

Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart

Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart  

'You’ve been told to get all Lockhart’s books, too!' Fred said peering through me and Harry's shoulders. 'The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher must be a fan — bet it’s a witch.'

At this point, Fred caught his mother’s eye and quickly busied himself with the marmalade.

'That lot won’t come cheap,' said George, with a quick look at his parents. 'Lockhart’s books are really expensive…'

'Well, we’ll manage,' said Mrs Weasley, but she looked worried. Strange, who is this Lockhart fellow? 'I expect we’ll be able to pick up a lot of Ginny’s things secondhand.'

Just then Ron’s elder brother Percy walked in. He was already dressed, his Hogwarts prefect badge pinned to his sweater vest. 'Morning, all,' said Percy briskly. 'Lovely day.'

He sat down in the only remaining chair but leapt up again almost immediately, pulling from underneath him a moulting, grey feather duster — at least, that was what I thought it was until I saw that it was breathing.