Book 1: Echo (Harry Potter's Little Sister)

||Chapter 2: Acceptance||

De-gnoming the garden was actually quite good fun, in my opinion. You took the gnomes and you spun them around a few times and threw them over the garden hedge. Making the gnomes dizzy makes it harder for them to find the garden again.

I expected the gnomes to look like garden gnome statues in muggle homes - cute little people with large white beards and funky hats, but I was wrong. Very wrong. The gnomes looked like an undead fetus. At least to me.

Breakfast at the Weasleys was amazing. I've never had such good food. The Burrow is so lucky to have a cook like Mrs. Weasley.

I was digging into my bacon when a girl who looked about my age skipped into the kitchen. She had fiery red hair, just like all of the other Weasleys.

"Mum, have you seen Errol?" she asked.

"No, dear, I haven't. He should be getting here soon," Mrs. Weasley replied.

"Okay." The girl turned around and saw me and Harry.

"Hello," Harry said. I flashed her my greeting smile. The girl's eyes widened. She backed away, turned around, and then ran back upstairs. I elbowed Harry in the ribs.

"Watch it."

"Watch who you scare." The poor girl probably got scared of Harry. He could do that sometimes.

"Oh, right..." Harry turned to Ron. "Wha... What did I do?"

"Yeah, that's my little sister Ginny. She's been talking about you a lot. It can get a bit annoying, at times."

Just then, the kitchen door opened. A tall man with red hair entered.

"Good morning Weasleys!" he said.

"'Morning, Dad!" the Weasley kids said in a sing-song voice.

"What a night," Mr. Weasley stated. "Nine raids. Can you believe it? Nine!"

"Er, raids?" I asked, turning to Ron.

"Oh, my dad works at the Ministry of Magic. He's in the Department of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts. He loves muggles, he finds them very interesting." Ron explained.

"Cool," I said. The Ministry of Magic sounded awesome. Maybe I could get the chance to go there someday.

Mr. Weasley sat down, sighing as he did. He looked at his plate of food that has been waiting for him, and that's when he noticed us.

"And, who are you two?" He asked.

"Oh, I'm Harry, sir," Harry replied. "Harry Potter."

"And I'm Annabelle," I added. I cringed when I said my full name. Most people say Annabelle is a beautiful name, but I think it's ugly. Well, at least the Dursleys do.

"Oh my goodness, you've got to be joking!" he exclaimed. We just smiled. Harry and I are really famous in the wizarding world. Harry defeated the most powerful dark wizard in history, Voldemort, when he was a baby, when our parents were killed. Voldemort has disappeared ever since.

"Well, Ron has told us all about Harry of course, when did they get here?"

"This morning," Mrs. Weasley said. "Your sons flew your bewitched car to Surrey and back last night."