She'll Know Someday **Harry Potter/George Weasley Story**

Prologue

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Prologue

Third Person

Mrs Figg looked out of her kitchen window across Privet Drive cautiously. If the rumours were true, they'd be here any minute. She looked down at the little girl sitting in her sink, fully dressed and covered in purple paint. She had been showing two year old Colette how to use a paint brush and had since decided it hadn't been one of her best ideas, since the paint was everywhere besdies the paper. Colette splashed around in the little amount of water that had been put in the sink, her slightly wider than normal eyes shining brightly. Mrs Figg smiled as she pulled a small clump of dried yellow paint from the toddler's hair. Mrs Figg sighed as she thought of what Colette's parents were missing, and what Colette was going to miss as she grew up, the less than unusual orphan. Colette threw her fists in the air and her emerald eyes were now fixed on a scene outside of the window. She giggled as the street lights flicked off. They were here.

Mrs Figg was trying to watch the developments in the streets whilst drying Colette. It wasn't unusal for her to have to dress the child on the kitchen counters, being as Colette was too creative for her own good. The lamps outside kept her entertained whilst Mrs Figg buttoned up her sleepsuit, and a slow commute to Colette's bedroom was plenty of time to get her off to sleep. After she had gently laid her down, Mrs Figg made her way back eagerly downstairs and peaked out of the living room curtain. She saw him, talking with another woman she knew so well. Albus Dumbledore was stood outside number 4 and was speaking with Minerva McGonagall, who was stood beside him in her usual green robes. Mrs Figg watched, waiting for what would happen. Was this the time? Was this the boy she had been told about? The one Albus has told her to watch over?

A short while later appeared a bright light in the sky, accompanied by a slight rumbling noise. A blue motorbike crashed into the front garden of the house that went by 2, and Rubeus Hagrid appeared from behind it, standing tall and brushing himself off. He handed Dumbledore a small blanket in which Mrs Figg spotted a small boy with a lighting scar. The rumours were true. This was him.

Mrs Figg reclosed the curtain and sat down in the armchair beside the fire. She laid her head back, deep in thought about the events she has just witnessed. Another baby. The train of thought was disturbed when she just about heard an almost silent knock. She got up and went to the door, opening it slowly to revel Albus Dumbledore positioned on her front door step, Minerva stood behind him, "Good evening, Arabella." Dumbledore said, smiling and looking straight at Mrs Figg from behind his half moon glasses. Mrs Figg smiled slightly,

"Hello Albus. Minerva."

"I trust that your child is fine?"

"You mean Colette? Yes ... Yes, she seems alright. Poor dear doesn't understand anything yet."

"And so she will not for a while. May we come in? I do believe there is some information to tell you I would prefer to relay more privately."

"Oh, o-of course. Go on through, I'll make some tea." Mrs Figg stepped aside and allowed Dumbledore and McGonagall through. She shuffled off into the kitchen and made the tea, before walking back into the room and giving a cup to both Albus and Minerva, "So, what is it you wish to tell me?" Mrs Figg asked as she retook her seat in the armchair,

"Well, Arabella. I do wish to follow some slightly different lines with the young lady upstairs."

"A-And what will they be?" Mrs Figg asked with curiosity, eyes slightly wide. In all her years, she'd never heard of Dumbledore taking a different approach to a magical child's up-bringing than what he had first decided. This was unusual,

"I do not wish her to enter the school until her fifth year."

"Fifth year?! Albus, but why?"

"I've never heard of it! Why ever would you want to do that?" McGonagall asked,

"I know ... I know I have gone back on my previous word, Minerva, but I do feel it will be ... Better for her to enter at such a late time."

"Why ever would it be better for her?" Mrs Figg enquired. Both she and McGonagall had a look of wonder and confusion upon their faces,

"Her fifth year of wizarding education is the year of O.W.L.s! She will be so far behind! There is--"

"I feel that she will be the one to gain in the long run, and you are all aware that she is now my responsiblity until such a stabler time. Now, Arabella. We shall send a letter to Colette on the first of August 1993 and she will begin her life at Hogwarts on the first of September the same year."

"But I ... I don't understand, Albus. This seems far too complicated and--"

"I will agree, Arabella, that is does not seem a logical way by any standards to approach the matter, However, you must understand that this will be in Colette's best interests. Do you understand that?"

"Albus, yes ... But ..."

"I hate to disagree, but Arabella is right. This is mad! Where is--"

"Minerva ..." Dumbledore looked at her over his glasses. McGonagall huffed, clearly defeated and turned away,

"But if she's not going to Hogwarts until she's 15, then .. How is she going to be educated until then?" asked Mrs Figg. Dumbledore rose from his chair and placed his cup upon the coffee table in the middle of the room,

"I am sure you are aware of the options, Arabella. It is up to you to decide on what you want to do. I am in great comfort that you will know the correct thing to do." Dumbledore spoke with a twinkle in his eye as he turned towards the door and opened it,

"But I--"

"Pleasure to see you Arabella. I'm sure we will talk soon. Come Minerva, we must return to Hogwarts as soon as possible." McGonagall rose for her chair, exchanged confused looks with a slightly distressed Mrs Figg and left the house. Mrs Figg locked the door and plodded back upstairs. She didn't sleep that night. She was too confused by the night's events. A child entering a school at fifteen years old?

Who had ever heard of such a thing?!

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