Nothing happens without reason

chapter 2

Her P.O.V

*********************************

I sat up slowly in the bed wondering where the in the blue moon I am. I swung my long legs off the bed and went over to where I saw a full length mirror. Oh my goodness I look like a friggin' werewolf! My snow white hair that usually hung at my waist was so tangled that it hung by my shoulders with knots everywhere. It looked like a complete jungle of knots. Shoot me now, I thought feeling lazy.

My eyes were their pretty emerald green. My nose was a little pointy and my lips was just right. Other than that I have no problems...that I know of.

I have about 4 or 6 tattoos...trust me when your a rebel and you have to run away for so long you tend to get a few thing along the way whether its piercings, tattoos, a stomach bug or even a stupid little hula girl key chain.

Okay so I'm going to tell you all about them lucky #1 is designated on my lower back its a little black kitten with gold eyes. Just so you know ALL my artworks is magical so they move around my body as they please, creepy? I know...anyway #2 is my name! oops sorry I didn't tell you before I was in a pinch with THE FAKEST! Of fake blondes (lucius). FYI its Scy Dobrev, yes my grandfather played quiditch. Ok so #3 is a rubber ducky and he's PINK!!! So cute I know! #4 is a little lion cub who I've named after the singer dead or alive because his mane is wild. #5 is on my right ankle its an anchor with a chain of hearts and last but not the least is a very small picture of my parents that only appears when something good is going to happen.

After admiring my tattoo's I looked around and saw a door. Rushing over I opened it and saw a hallway then a staircase so I picked the staircase because the wonderful smell of home brewed coffee was coming from the floor below.

I walked down and came across the kitchen it was absolutely wonderful! The pots and pans were being cleaned by floating sponges and rags. There was sweaters being knitted by themselves. I saw a cute fat little orange tabby he must have seen me because he looked at me and went back to where he came from.

!!POP!!

I spun around and saw two guys looking exactly the same, identical twin the same. Both had bright orange-red hair, they were taller than me and for some reason they were grinning from ear to ear.

"Hello! I'm Fred..."

"And I'm george..."

"Welcome..."

"To our home!" They said finishing each others sentences.

"Uhmm...Hi I'm Scy. Scy Dobrev. " I said holding my hand out, they both shook it and !!POP!! They apparated away to who knows where doing who knows what.

"Aah your awake dear! Come on have some tea, you gave our poor friend Severus quite a scare, you have healed well." Said a plump woman most likely in her early 40's.

"Thank you miss." I said politely a bit uncomfortable by her overwhelming cheerfulness.

"No need to be so stiff! I am Molly weasley. But you can just call me Molly." She said smiling.

"Nice to meet you Molly, my name is Scy Dobrev. Just Scy if you'd please."I said.

"Come with me and I'll show you to where the rest of them are" she said

Not knowing who the them was who she is referring to I followed reluctantly, thinking only of the black haired man who saved me...

She took my hand and I felt us apparating, I didn't even have the chance to tell her that I get sick after side-along apparating. We had not even touched the ground yet when I felt my stomach lurch. Oh dear! Here it comes .... And its gone? Well that's a good thing! I hope...

The street name was Grimauldplace, but strangely there wasn't a number 12? Very suspicious if you ask me, your not? Why didn't you say so bloody coward!

Molly said something and the ground began to shake whilst a wall was sliding out between number 11 and 13, its number 12! That's bloody amazing!

"Amazing!" I muttered.

"Yes dear it is, let's go in shall we? They're waiting for us."She said patting my back and knocking on the door.

It swung open and we walked down a dusty old hallway adorned with old portraits and paintings. I followed her in to what seemed a very over crowded kitchen. The first person who caught my eye was a boy with black hair and emerald eyes. I heard as they were conversing that his name was Harry. Next to him was a Morphmagus named Tonks. Next to her a girl with red hair like the twins her name was Ginny. Next to Ginny was a bushy haired girl who went by Hermione. Across Hermione sat another red headed boy Ron. Gee am I dreaming or is there some sort of fashion trend that means every one has to have red or black hair?? Please tell me this is one twisted dream?

If I had to pick between the Death eaters and them? I'd go for the death eaters, no kidding here.

"Everyone I wouls like you to meet Scy Do- Snape, Scy this is the order of the phoenix headquarters, also known as Sirius Blacks house."She said introducing me. Wait back it up a minute she called me snape and not Dobrev? There's something really fishy about this....

"Well Scy now that you have met everyone, you best get on your way professor dumbledore must be waiting for you. This way dear, come along!" Mrs weasley (that's what the others call molly) said to me. She walked out of the room and I followed her. She gave me a handful of green floo powder and told me to say 'Hogwarts' loud and clear while stepping into the green flames. I did as I was told and ended up in a rather large office. My mind still wandering to the kind stranger that rescued me I dusted myself off using a cleaning spell. I was shook from my thoughts with a soft but kind voice...great this 'Professor Bumblebore' Mrs Weasley told me about was probably a perverted old man who wants to 'take care' of me... Either that or he's a real perfectionist/workaholic. Did I mention I'm not good with just names? I have to have a face to put the name to.

************************************

To be continued....

Next chapter will cost you 20 votes? Please =] ???? Awwww you are awesome thank you!