Jamie landed in a dark, abandoned looking room. Cobwebs covered everything in the room; except the fireplace she had just stepped out of. Sirius emerged behind her, she shot him a disgusted look.
"You live here?"
"Yes, and you do too." He said, sounding very irritated. She narrowed her eyes at him.
"You know, I can't control my genetics, or who created me. I didn't choose this life." She said bitterly.
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"I guess your right, I wasn't born into the most cheerful family myself." He said with a dark chuckle.
"My brother; actually worked for your dad."
Jamie's eyebrows shot up.
"But you don't?" She asked.
He frowned deeply and shook his head.
"No, I work against him."
Jamie nodded, an awkward silence passed between them. Jamie walked around the room, fingering the bookshelves that lined the wall.
"What side are you on?" He said suddenly, breaking the heavy silence. Jamie stopped, and turned to him.
"The same side as my family." He frowned.
She sighed, realizing how that must have sounded.
"The same side as my adopted family." Jamie said, accenting the word adopted heavily. He nodded.
"Why?"
It was Jamie's turn to be confused.
"What do you mean?"
"Why are you against Voldemort?" Jamie sighed.
"Because, I want to stay with my family. Just because he shares my blood, doesn't mean I belong to him." She pointed to the crest on her Hogwarts cloak, which bore the red and gold lion of Gryffindor.
"I'm a Weasly at heart. I would die to protect any one of my family." She said, fire shining in her eyes.
Sirius examined her for a moment, then nodded.
"I believe you would." He said, extending a hand out to her. Jamie grasped it, and shook it firmly. They may not have been best friends, but at least now they could be civil with each other.
Sirius showed Jamie to a large bedroom; it contained a single bed that looked as though it had not been slept in since the 70's, a large dresser, and a bookself.
"Dumbledore said he would send over your trunks in the morning, for now.. I guess what your wearing will have to suffice."
Jamie nodded.
"Bathroom's down the hall.." He said pointing in the general direction of it.
He hesitated.
"I think that's it. I'll see you tomorrow." He said, shutting the door behind him as he went.
Jamie's dreams were restless that night. In all of them, she was in a large room, playing by a fireplace with a man. She realized she was just an infant, from the cooing noises he was making, and her lack of mobility.
"Anna.." he cooed, playing with a string of her hair. A giggle of happiness bubbled from Jamie's mouth unexpectedly. The man looked like her, with his wavy dark hair and pale blue eyes. His age, only given away by the faint crease lines around his eyes.
"Anna..." He cooed again. Jamie felt safe with him. But something felt off, what was it?
"Anna.." He whispered into her ear, making her realize exactly what was wrong.
