The Other Cousin

Number 12 Grimmauld Place

Hagrid and I are in the air on the motorcycle fro a rough 15 minutes. We land in front of what looks like an ordinary muggle townhouse in London. Hagrid mutters what seems to be a spell under his breath and the townhouse slides apart revealing another home in the middle of numbers eleven and thirteen.

"What's this?" I ask Hagrid.

"This is Number 12 Grimmauld Place," says Hagrid.

"I'm still having trouble understanding how all of this works," I say to him.

"All in good time, Diana. Shall we?" he says gesturing towards the door. I nod, he opens the door and I enter.

"'Arry and 'is friends are upstairs, enjoy yourself," says Hagrid. I drag my trunk upstairs then enter the closest door to me. I find two twins with flaming red hair crowding over a sheet of parchment. They both turn around to stare at me.

"Well hello there," one of them says flirtatiously.

"Um, hi," I say to them. "Do you know where I could find Harry Potter?"

"Yes we do, but first could you tell us your name? I'm Fred and he's George," says the other one.. I mean, Fred.

"I'm Diana," I say to them.

"Nice to meet you Diana. Harry's in the next room, but take caution, he was speaking in a quite hostile tone earlier on this evening," says George. I nod, and uncomfortably back out of the room. I head to the next door and enter it. I see a boy with the same flaming red hair color as the twins next door, a girl with bushy brown hair, and Harry, who I rapidly hug the moment I see.
"I'm so glad you're alright," Harry tells me.
"Well I wouldn't say alright. More like not dead or homeless, well at least for now," I tell him.
"Hey you're not going to die, or be homeless, okay?" He tells me.
"Well then what am I going to do Harry? The Dursleys kicked me out, I haven't any place to stay, I've got no money, and I'm a witch who can't control her magic. It doesn't seem like an ideal situation to me," I tell him.
"You can stay here until school starts, and then, you can come to Hogwarts with us," says Harry.
"Ha! Me go to Hogwarts! What makes you think they're going to let me go to Hogwarts when I'm fifteen and have no magical experience whatsoever?" I ask him.
"I'm sure Dumbledore could arrange something. Just trust me, everything is going to be fine," Harry assures me.
"Okay, fine," I say.
"This is Ron and Hermione. Ron and Hermione, meet Diana," says Harry. They both wave to me and I wave back.
"Where should I put my things?" I ask them.
"You can stay in the room where Ginny and I are sleeping, I'll show you to it, come one," says Hermione, leading me out the room. I follow her three doors down. We enter another room where a girl with the same hair color as Ron and the twins is sitting on one of the three beds in the room. Man how many of these kids are there?
"This is Ginny, Ginny this is Diana," says Hermione.
"Hi," says Ginny.
"Hey," I say back.
"You can leave your things in here," says Hermione. I nod and she leaves the room.
"That can be yours," says Ginny, pointing to the bed beside her. I roll my suitcase over by the bed.
"The wardrobe is yours as well," she tells me. I nod and start unloading my clothes into the wardrobe.
"Not to sound rude or anything but why are you here?" Ginny asks me.
"I'm Harry's cousin. I thought I was a muggle all my life, but earlier tonight, I found one of Harry's spell books and tried one of the spells for fun. It worked, and my mum and dad saw me. They kicked me out and told me they never wanted to see me again. If it weren't for Harry, I would probably be roaming the streets of Little Whinging right now," I tell her.
"So, you're a witch now?" She asks me. I nod.
"Are you going to go to Hogwarts?" She asks me.
"Harry says that Dumbledore will let me, but I doubt that he will let a fifteen year old with no magical experience whatsoever into Hogwarts," I tell her, taking a seat on my bed.
"Harry's right, Dumbledore doesn't care what year you are in or what you thought you were before, if you can do magic, you can come to Hogwarts. Anyways, if you've got Hermione as a friend, you've got nothing to worry about. She's a full fledged dork. Harry and Ron wouldn't be anywhere near passing any of their classes without her," Ginny tells me.
"She's that good huh?" I ask her.
"Yeah," she says. Someone cracks open the door to the room and Harry sticks his head in.
"Time for dinner, hi Ginny," he says.
"Hi Harry," says Ginny, beaming at him. Harry nods, then leaves.
"Oooh, does someone have a crush on Harry," I say to Ginny.
"Shut up," Ginny says as she throws a pillow at me as if we've been good friends for a long time. We both laugh and then head downstairs together. Maybe living with these people for a few days wouldn't be as bad as I thought it would be.