The Sister

Chapter 3

~Phoenix's POV~

Molly let me sleep on the couch in their living room until they could figure out a sleeping arrangement. I told her that was fine and she just smiled. William or Bill was their oldest son, Charlie the second, Percy, then the twins Fred and George, then Ron, and the only sister Ginny was the youngest. Arthur was Molly's husband and he worked at the Ministry of Magic. I didn't know what that was and Molly explained to me about the wizarding world. She explained the Ministry, the witches and wizards, and magic. I was very confused when the sun rose by my mind sorted through what she said quickly. I was sitting in the same chair I had been tied to by magic earlier. The younger siblings came downstairs and looked at me surprised. "Why is she still here?" The one I was guessing was Ronald asked. "Ron be nice. She will be staying with us until we can find her another place to live." Molly said. "Who is she?" He asked. I glared at him because he was talking about me like I wasn't even in the room. Percy was staring at me and I looked down to see my veins glowing in my arm. I quickly tucked my arm under the table and I looked away from Percy's questioning gaze. "Ron don't talk about her like she can't hear you." Arthur said. Ron blushed and looked at me apologetically. I shrugged and looked out the window. "Who are you?" Ginny asked after a minute. I looked over at where she was sitting next to me. "Phoenix Volkov." I said slowly and she nodded. "I'm Ginny." She said, smiling warmly and offering me her hand. I shook it but didn't smile back. People with smiles like that always unnerved me. They looked innocent but they always seemed to be plotting something. Fred and George, the twins, came down the stairs laughing about something. They stopped laughing when they saw me. One of them, I'm not sure which, pointed at me. "She's staying with us until Mum says otherwise. Her names Phoenix. Be nice." Ginny said. I snickered at their bemused expressions. "Okay then. I'm Fred and that's George." One of them said. "Why do I feel like you're lying?" I asked. "Probably because he is." Ron said. I smirked at George as his excited face at having a new person to trick fell away to disappointment. "So how did you get here? We are pretty far from any towns." Arthur asked. "Dirt bike." I said. He looked confused. "I'll show you." I said and stood up. They followed me outside and I walked around to where I had hidden my dirt bike in the long grass. I turned the key and it roared to life. I drove out of the grass and stopped about ten feet in front of them. "Wow." Arthur said. Ron rolled his eyes. "Dad's been obsessed with Muggle things for a long time." George said. "How does it work?" Arthur asked walking around the me and the bike looking at it suspiciously. "The wheels spin and the bike moves forward or backwards depending on which way the wheels turn." I said. "Where did you get it?" Arthur asked. "I stole it. Muggles, as you call them, aren't supposed to ride or use one of these things on the road until the are sixteen. If you use it off road you can be any age." I said. Arthur frowned when said I stole it. We went back inside and Ginny grabbed my wrist. I started in surprise and pulled away from her gently. She looked at me confused and I just stuck my hands in my pants pockets. She shrugged and took me on a tour of the house. She said that I was probably going to end up sleeping in the same room as her. The next couple of weeks went the same way. Molly teaching my about the wizarding world while the other got used to me. Ron, Ginny, Percy, Fred, and George warmed up to me pretty fast. I moved into the same room as Ron because he moved out of the room he shared with Fred and George. Molly washed my clothes and Ron gave me some of his hand me downs that were too small for him but too large for Ginny. They were all very dark colored clothes which I was fine with. Almost a month after I got to the Weasley's house an owl arrived. It was normal for an owl to arrive with the mail every morning but this owl was different. It was a large black owl and it hopped right to me instead of Molly. I frowned at it and rubbed it under the chin. It hooted softly and made a happy sound almost like a purr. It handed me a letter and I frowned again.