Raised By A Killer // Harry Potter FanFic //

The Order Of The Pheonix

"Good morning," Charlie says as I wake from a peaceful nights sleep with not even a hint of a nightmare in Ginny's bed. He comes in with a letter and hands it to me before leaving again.

I open it quickly and read;

Trista,

We talked to Mum and have convinced Charlie to bring you to where we are. You'll find out about where we are and why when you get here, we aren't allowed to write it in this letter. We think we know why you would have run away - it's pretty simple I'd say.

See you soon,
Ron

Ps. Hermione says she's sorry she forgot to tell you where she lives.

I sigh in relief and fold the piece of parchment back up. I had a feeling I knew where they were now. Last night I had just thought they were on holiday. But if I'm right, they would be at the Order of the Pheonix. I don't know what it is but Hermione had said I'd find out eventually and I'm very excited to know. 

As I thought about the letter, I acknowledge that Ron had written that Hermione was sorry about not giving me her address, so she must be there with him. And Harry too. He was spending this Christmas with the Weasley's.

I slide out of bed and change from a pair of Ginny's pyjamas to a spare pair of clothes I had packed. I take my bag with me downstairs to find Charlie has cooked us bacon and eggs for breakfast.

"Thank you so much Charlie," I say as I sit across the table from him and eat.

"I'm just glad to have some company," he says smiling.

We eat in a comfortable silence until I hear the sound of Charlie putting his knife and fork down on the plate. I look up to see him looking at me confused. I look around the room and then back to him. "What?" I ask just as confused.

"Trista..." he says. It wasn't a question nor a statement, but more of a pondering. "Why have I heard your name before?" He asks.

"Ron might have mentioned me?" I suggest.

"No, no that's not it, otherwise I would have known you were his friend right away. No...how...?" Charlie leans back in his chair and closes his eyes as he tries to remember. I finish the last of my eggs and then out my knife and fork down.

"Ah ha!" He says in triumph. "Fred, he mentioned you!" He says and then gets up and takes our plates to the sink, completely disregarding the intense look that had just taken form on my face. Fred. I had completely forgot about him and the fact he'd be with Ron.

I didn't have time to worry about him though, I just had to worry about hiding from Mother. I needed to somehow also get in contact with Logan and tell him what happened.

"So you've got everything packed?" Charlie asks and I motion to my backpack nodding. "Lets go," he says and walks outside.

"How are we getting there?" I ask knitting my eyebrows together in confusion.

"Have you ever disapperated with someone before?" Charlie asks and I shake my head. "No? Well, it's quite simple, but it might feel weird the first time," he says. Charlie holds out his arm and motions for me to hold it. "Ready?" He asks but I don't have time to nod before he swings around and an intense squashed feeling takes over for a few seconds before we are left standing on a foreign street.

I take a big breath of air, feeling like I had had no oxygen for more then a few seconds.

"I told you it's weird," Charlie says and then walks over to a row of two storey houses. He whispers something under his breath and before my eyes, houses eleven and thirteen stretch apart and reveal a number twelve. We go to the door and Charlie looks around before pushing me inside.