Author's note: The story takes place during Order of the Pheonix, Half-Blood Prince, and Deathy Hallows. I do not own any of the characters besides the ones I make up. All character beside my own belong to J.K. Rowling.
Edit: As you may have noticed (or not), I've changed the name of the story from Guess Who Ran Off With A Weasley to Come What May. For the reason that the old title mainly referred to what will take place one year rather than the rest.


Chapter One: The Train Ride

It was a warm September 1st. Many people were hunched together, parents were saying goodbye to their children, friends were talking up, and pets were running around their owner's feet at Platform 9 3/4. A girl with bright red hair by the name of Clara stood alone however, trying to make her way past a blonde boy and his parents. "Watch where you're going," he spat at her.

His expression changed to pure hatred when he noticed her red hair. "Oh you're a Weasley," he said as if it were a disease.

"I beg your pardon," Clara said taken aback. "I don't even know who or what a Weasley is."

With that she turned on her heel and walked onto the train, pulling her trunk behind her. Clara began looking around for an empty compartment or at least near empty. She noticed one with a tall black boy with dreadlocks inside. "Can I sit here" she asked gesturing towards the empty seat.

"Be my guest. Here let me help you with your trunk."

The boy helped Clara place her trunk in the luggage rack above the seats. "I'm Lee Jordan," he said holding out his hand.

"Clara Grant," she said with a smile as she shook Lee's hand.

"Nice to meet you. Ah Fred, George. Wondering when you two would show up."

Clara's head turned towards the compartment's door. Two very attractive red headed twins were standing there grinning. A smile formed on her face.

"Well who is this lovely lady Lee," the one on the right asked walking towards Clara. "She your new girlfriend?"

"No I'm not," Clara said pretending to look offended. "I just met him. I'm Clara Grant and you two are?"

"Fred-"

"-and George Weasley."

They placed their trunks above where Lee was sitting and took a seat on each side of Clara. She was rather confused and made mental notes on who's who. "O.k. so George has a mole on his neck while Fred has one above his right eye," she thought looking at each of them.

"What do you think George," Fred asked staring at Clara as though he was x-raying her.

"Can't be a first year. I'd say she's a transfer student and around 17."

Clara raised an eyebrow, she was impressed. "You're good. How'd you know though?"

"Pretty obvious so where are you coming from?"

" Salem Academy for Witches and Wizards."

"American huh?" Lee said a grin forming on his face.

"Yep. I was born in London though. Both my parents attended Hogwarts."

"So how come you didn't until now," George asked.

"Don't know really. They never really told me why, since they never wanted me to go to Hogwarts in the first place. Although Dumbledore insisted that I should come at least in my last year. So well here I am."

"You know I think I remember dad telling us about an old friend named Jacob Grant," Fred said looking over at George.

"Yeah, dad always said he got interested in muggles by him. Is he your dad?"

"Yeah he is."

"Oh well your dad's the reason our's collects plugs," Fred said moving to sit by Lee.

Clara laughed. "So your dad's the infamous Arthur Weasley. Dad used to say he got so tired from questions about rubber ducks and airplanes, but dad said he was one of the only friends he ever had."

"Fortunately we didn't inherit that obsession," Fred said a smirk forming on his face.

She laughed and sighed. "He would have loved meet you two."

"Would have? What happened to him," Lee asked looking interested.

"He died when I was ten. So did my mum."

"How did they-" George started.

"I'd rather not talk about it."

George nodded respecting her wish, and Clara gave him a small smile. "So guys you make any new products this summer," Lee asked the twins, rubbing his hands together.

The twins broke out in identical mischievous grins. "Skiving Snack boxes," Fred announced pulling out a small box of multiple sweets with two different colours. On end was orange the other was purple.

"So far we've developed Fainting Fancies, Fever Fudge, Nosebleed Nougat, and Puking Pastilles. The Fainting Fancies work well on us, but we need to test them on others to see if they have the same effect. The Nosebleed Nougat and the Fever Fudge aren't doing as well though."

"How come," Lee asked examining the sweets.

"We haven't found a way to stop the bleeding yet for the Nosebleed Nougats. As for the Fever Fudge. Well we can't exactly get rid of the boils," George said squirming in his seat slightly.

Clara raised an eyebrow. "I don't see any boils."

"Well there in a place we wouldn't exactly display to the public," George muttered.

"Exactly. You have any idea how to get rid of them," Fred asked adressing Lee and Clara.

"Not at all," they said in unison.

"Ah well hope we find a way to get rid of them soon. With Quidditch and everything, the boils are going to make riding a broom a real pain in the ass."

"Literally," George added.

Clara and Lee laughed heartedly, but stopped when the compartment door opened. The blonde haired boy Clara ran into was standing there, along with two large boys who resembled trolls. "What do you want Malfoy," Fred snapped looking annoyed.

"Just wanted to see the new girl. Heard you were a transfer student from Salem. You know you should pick your friends better. People might not like you hanging around blood traitors," Malfoy said with a slight supierior tone to his voice.

"Look I can choose my own friends without help from you. Besides I really don't know what a blood traitor is," Clara said angrilly.

"Ah you must be a mudblood than," he said glaring at Clara.

Fred, George, and Lee all leapt to their feet. Their wands pointed directly at Malfoy. "Say that again I dare you," George growled.

"Only speaking the truth Weasley. You lot might want to hold your temper this year though. Don't want me putting you in detentions do you?" Malfoy tapped his prefect badge.

"Who died and made you a prefect," said Lee.

"We could care less about detentions. Just get out now," Fred said moving forwards towards Malfoy.

Malfoy sneered at them, but turned on his heel and walked away. George closed the compartment door and took his seat by Clara.

"I don't understand," Clara said. "What's a blood traitor and a mudblood. It must be fowl obviously since the way you all acted.

"It is," George said facing Clara. "It's a horrible term for someone without magical parents. People who consider themselves to be above everyone because they're pure blood use it often."

"And a blood traitor is pure blood witches or wizards who care for muggles or marry muggles. Such as George, me, and Lee's mother."

Clara nodded. "At Salem people were more tolerant of muggle born witches and wizards. I'm not really used to such ignorance," she said hotly folding her arms.

Fred and Lee took their seats. "We should change into our robes. We'll be at Hogwarts in a few minutes," Lee said peering out the window.

The boys all looked towards Clara. "You want us to leave while you get dressed or what," Fred asked a mischievous grin forming on his face.

"You all don't have to leave. But if you look I'll make sure you regret it."

Clara winked at the boys before getting her uniform and robe down. She quietly changed out of her jeans and tank top and into a black pleated skirt, white blouse (she left the first two buttons unbuttoned), black knee high socks, and her black flats. She had begun to put on her tie when she looked over to her right at George. He was rather muscular. "Most likely from Quidditch," she thought while making a mental note to ask him what position he played.

"Having a hard time with the tie," George asked Clara as he buttoned up his shirt.

"You think," she replied.

"Here let me help."

George walked forward and tied the tie for her. She took in a breath and could smell a slight musky yet not overbearing scent on him. Clara felt her face flush as George pulled back and looked at her. "I'm not the best with ties, but better than you." George tilted his head to the side slightly. "It looks good on you, but it would look better with the proper adjustment."

George pulled on Clara's tie gently to loosen it. "Perfect," he said grinning.

"Thanks," Clara said her face still slightly pink.

"You two love birds having fun," Fred asked his arms folded with an eyebrow raised.

Clara laughed and tossed her robes at him. Fred caught them and tossed them back as the train came to a stop. "Looks like were here. You nervous about the sorting Clara," Lee asked.

Clara put on her robes and looked around at the boys. "Not at all," she said simply as she pulled her trunk down.

They all made their way off the train to hear a woman calling, "First years. First years over here please."

"Where's Hagrid," Fred, George, and Lee asked at the same time slightly confused.

"That is none of your business. Ah you must be Miss Grant. Yes come with me please," the woman said motioning her over to the boats.

"I'll see you guys later than."

"Only if you get in Gryffindor," Lee said.

"Otherwise we won't talk to you much at all," Fred said simply.

Clara smiled and waved goodbye to her new friends as she boarded a small boat with two first year girls.

"This'll be a long ride," she thought with a heavy sigh.