The Malfoy boy and the Potter girl

The Weasley's

I woke up to the soft clang clang clang of something being hit, and opened my eyes to find Harry, standing at the dresser, pulling on a shirt.

"Harry?" I said as I sat up tiredly. "What are you doing?" 

Harry looked to the window, then back at me. "Put a sweatshirt on Sky, we need to go."

This interested me, so I got out of bed. I had never changed out of my street clothes the night before so I was already ready to go.

I looked out the window to find what would have been the strangest thing I had ever seen if it wasn't for the previous events of that night.

It was a car, no different from the ones I saw on the street everyday, except for one key thing. It was flying. It was right outside my window, a good twenty feet above the ground, and just hovering there.

In the drivers seat was a red haired boy I had never seen before, and in the back seat were two identical figures, also bearing red hair, pulling what looked to be a rope with a hook attached to the bars outside the window.

Being me you don't get a lot of answers, so you kind of have to come to conclusions on your own. I came to the idea that all of them were related, most likely brothers, and the identical ones were twins, and somehow Harry knew them all.

"Throw the last of my books in my trunk will you?" Harry asked. I did as I was told, and Harry left the room, coming back moments later with my trunk that I had had packed since I received my letter that morning. 

The twins had gotten the bars off, and the boy in front was moving the car closer.

"Ron," Harry said, handing him my trunk, then his trunk, and finally, the cage of his snowy owl, Headwig.

Oh, Ron! The one Harry met last year, the red headed boy, of course! And those must be two of his siblings I realized.

"Oh, right," Harry said apologetically looking from me to the car. "This is Ron," he said pointing to the boy in front "And his brothers, Fred and George. Guys this is my sister I was telling you about, Skylar." 

He gestured for me to come forward, and I did so, stepping into the light from the moon. 

Ron's jaw dropped, and Fred and George just stared.

"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed. "Blimey, Harry, that's your sister?" The one called Fred asked.

"She's gorgeous," George said. I could feel my cheeks fluster and Harry turned to me pridefully.

"What is that nose!?" I could hear aunt Petunia shriek. I heard uncle Vernon stopping up the stairs, and knew that in a moment all three Dursley's would be in our room.

"We have to go now if we are going to go," Harry said, starting toward the window.

He climbed in successfully with me close behind, but just as I was getting on the ledge, uncle Vernon burst into the room.

It became a tug of war, and I was the rope. Not my most fond memory.

Ron eventually won, and put the car in reverse, dragging out Uncle Vernon as he did so.

My aunt shrieked, Duddly yelled "Dad!" And I watched as my uncle fell into the bushes below us.

I started to laugh at the sight before I remembered that in no situation to do so, as I was hanging off the side of the car, with only Ron as my support.

"Don't let go," I said panicked. He shook his head, tightened his grip and pulled me into the car. 

I toppled over him and into the passenger seat. I looked back to see Harry, Fred and George. They were all smiling and Harry hugged me. I was just grateful that I was of that hell of a house.

We arrived at the Weasley's house shortly before dawn. As we stepped out of the car, the sent of fresh grass and early morning air filled my lungs.

"Welcome to the burrow," George said, gesturing to the house in front of us.

It was beautiful. A seven story tall, brown building. It was narrow and went straight up. It was not your typical house, and was defiantly not neat. I loved it.

"Alright, be quiet," Ron said as we came through the door. "Mum doesn't know we borrowed the car."

Just then a woman with red hair, wearing an apron and with flour caked hands, came into the kitchen. I'm assuming it was their mother, Mrs. Weasley.

She stared scolding them about how she had been worried sick and how it was irresponsible to go off like that with no note.

I looked around, taking in my surroundings. It had that small yet cozy felling. It was messy, and unkempt, the kind of place my aunt would absolutely hate. I loved everything about it.

When Mr. Weasley got home, and the rest of Ron's siblings came down we had breakfast. The cooking was fantastic. It felt like it was melting in my mouth. I didn't even know eggs could do that.

Mr. Weasley questioned Harry and me on all sorts of basic Muggle (which is the word magical people use to describe normal people) things like the telephone.

It was funny really, how interested he was in it. Apparently he works at the ministry of magic in some sort of muggle department.

Suddenly owls started swooping in out of windows. Each of them dropped a letter in all of our laps. 

I opened it, and found it was a list of things we each needed to buy. Though something confused me. On my list, I had a wand, and robes, the same as Ginny who was also starting this year, and would be in the same classes as me, but for books, and that sort of thing, my list rather matched Ron and Harry, who were second years.

My brow furrowed and Harry seemed to notice.

"Ah, Dumbledore doesn't miss a thing dose he?" Mrs. Weasley sighed.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked me, a worried expression on his face. "Harry, I'm a first year, so shouldn't my list match Ginny's?" I asked. Harry nodded. "But instead, my list matches yours. Why would I need a second years books?"

I handed him the paper. He read over it with a confused look. Mr. Weasley took the paper and red over it as well, finally handing it back to me.

"Skylar Dumbledore himself writes these letters," Mr. Weasley started "I don't think he made a mistake. Just get everything on that list and see how it plays out ok?" He asked taking a sip from his cup.

"Alright," I sighed, still not sure about this.

"Splendid!" Mrs Weasley exclaimed. "We can all go today to get all of your things. Well use floo powder,"

Harry and I exchanged confused glances. I shrugged, not knowing what to expect next.

Ron brought us over next to the fireplace and explained how Witches and wizards traveled by the floo network, and how to use the powder.

We watched Mr. Weasley, Fred, George and Ron go ahead for us, before Mrs. Weasley said "Go on, dear," and pushed me forward a tiny bit. 

I grabbed some powder from the bucket beside me, stepped into the green, blazing fire, threw the powder at my feet, and yelled  "Diagon Ally!"

I kept going around and around, until suddenly I stoped, and fell out onto the cold floor beneath me.

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