Chapter 1:

Welcome Back to England

POP! The clank and clatter of metal falling followed the instantaneous sound.

What the bleeding hell is going on?

"What tha' feck is goin' on?" I asked, opening my eyes and grabbing my wand from under my pillow.

I instantly illuminated the room, and standing there, a metal lamp sitting at her feet, was the family house elf, Emmy. Her eyes were nearly as big as footballs, and she looked scared out of her mind.

"Miss Liamhain, ma'am, Emmy is to tell Missus to go to England, Miss," Emmy squeaked out nervously.

I sighed. "Aye, Emmy, what's all this?"

"Missus, that English professor Dumbledore says for Emmy to tell Missus to go to England."

"That's bleedin' deadly, i'in it?"

"Emmy is sorry, Missus."

"Oi, Emmy, it's not ya fault. When he wants me ta' be there?"

"Now, if you could, Missus."

I nodded and with another pop! she was gone.

I'd been in contact with me ma's ould friend Professor Albus Dumbledore recently. Ever since me ma died, he'd been trying to get me to move over to England and go to Hogwarts. I went to school in Dublin, and I was to start my sixth year after that summer. Dumbledore feared that things would go wrong now that I was living on my own, mind the house elves. In the week prior, he'd been hinting more and more than he wanted me to move there.

"I guess he decided for me," I grumbled.

With a flick of my wand, my bag levitated from its spot in the closet and my clothes folded themselves and fell into the awaiting bag. Within five minutes, I was dressed and ready to leave for Dumbledore's. I was hoping for it to be cold in England, so I was wearing a pair of tight black pants, a pair of black boots that reached my knees, and a shining silver turtleneck. I threw on my green velvet robes before Apparating to where Dumbledore had always told me to go, 12 Grimwald Place.

When I opened my eyes again, I was standing on the front steps of an apartment. I hoped I was in the right place as I opened the door. The inside of the apartment looked sort of sinister, if you ask me.

I didn't get too much of a chance to look around because an evil looking house elf popped in front of me.

"Who are you?" he demanded in a gravelly voice. "Dirty blood? Blood traitor? Mud—"

"Liamhain Black-Burke," I snapped. Bleeding house elves, touchy little shits.

He took a step back and bowed slightly. Of course he'd know of my name change; the entire wizarding world in Europe new just about everything I did.

"Oi! Kreature, what are you doing?" a male voice demanded. "Get on! Go upstairs!"

The house elf disappeared as a man stepped into the hallway where he'd been standing. I knew this man, knew of him, at least. This was Sirius Black. This was the man oh-so-wrongly accused of being a Death Eater and killing Peter Pettigrew. He was also my cousin, of sorts.

"Sirius?" I asked. "Aye, Siri, 'm'I in the right place?"

He chuckled and wrapped an arm around me in a hug. "Glad you remember me, Liamhain."

"'course I 'member ye', ya crazy git. Ma never stopped talkin' 'bout how the Ministry was a lotta bleeding pricks who had it out for you."

"Ah, she did always have a way with words, your mother did. Well, yes, you're in the right place, love. Dumbledore is waiting for you in the kitchen."

I nodded and went through the door he indicated towards. Professor Albus Dumbledore was waiting, sitting at the head of the table eating lemon drops.

"Howya, Professor," I said with a nod.

He looked up to me. "Hello, Miss Burke. How are you?"

"Bleedin' tired. How 'bout you, sir?"

He chuckled lightly, his eyes twinkling. "About the same, actually. I'm sorry about the time, but this is quite serious."

"What's 'appened?"

"Nothing has happened, yet. I don't believe it is safe for you in Dublin."

"Aye, why not? I'm of age—"

"That's what I'm worried about. Today, you turn seventeen. Liamhain, you know your father used to be a Death Eater."

I tensed and glared. "Jaysus! Janey Mack!" I said sarcastically. "Well, I never knew that."

"I don't mean to offend you, Liamhain, but you're protection is almost as important as Harry's."

"Ya' mean Harry Potter? How am I grouped wiff him?"

"You know why."

I said nothing but nodded. "Alright, so what's gonna' happen then?"

"You'll stay with the Weasley family and then you will spend your final two years of schooling at Hogwarts."

"I can do that, switch schools and all?"

"I said you could, didn't I?"

I snickered. "Alright, sir."

"Before you go to the Weasley's, can you go pick up Harry, please?"

"Of course. Always wanted ta' meet Harry Potter." I snickered and left the kitchen.

"Oi, Siri, 'm leaving!" I called out.

Sirius poked his head into the hallway. "I'm right here, you know."

I chuckled. "Alright, well, I'm goin'."

He wrapped me in a tight hug, which I instantly returned.

"I love you, Sirius," I whispered.

"I love you, too, Lee."

He brought me to the fireplace and handing me a pouch of Floo.

"I'll see you soon, okay?" he promised.

"Okay."

I then grabbed a pinch of Floo and threw it at my feet. "Harry Potter!"

In the next instant, I was standing in a small, dirty fireplace. A fat Muggle boy was on the sofa. When he saw me he screamed and ran out the room.

"Mummy! There's a woman in the fireplace! Mum!"

I chuckled and headed upstairs, where I assumed Harry would be. Sure enough, the first door on the right was emanating the sound of an owl. I opened the door, and laying on the bed was none other than Harry Potter.

"Hello, Harry," I said. "I'm taking ya' ta' the Weasley's place."

"Um…"

"Dumbledore sent me. Now, c'mon, boyo, there's a fat kid runnin' round downstairs anyway. Let's go."

He laughed and grabbed a bag, which he'd already had packed, and his white owl, who was already in her cage. He followed me downstairs, where a fat man and a bony woman were standing with the fat boy.

"Hello, mentallers," I said as I walked pass him. "Goodbye, mentallers. Real hospitable lot. Well, here ya' go, Harry." I handed him some Floo powder.

I repeated my actions from Sirius's house, but this time I yelled out, "The Weasley's!"

I was now in a much roomier, much cleaner fireplace. I stepped out of it after Harry. A motherly-looking ginger woman stepped into the room.

"Oh, Harry! You're here," she said, smiling, as she hugged him. She looked to me, a small smile on her face. "You must be Liamhain. I'm Molly Weasley, dear."

"Hi, Mrs. Weasley, nice ta' meet ye'," I said.

"Trust me, dearie, the pleasure's all mine." She turned towards the stairs. "BOYS! COME DOWNSTAIRS!"

I could hear footsteps from upstairs, and not long after did a troupe of gingers make their way down the stairs. First, there were two tall boys, about my age, who looked exactly alike. Then, a smaller boy who looked Harry's age followed them. Finally, a young ginger girl hopped down the last step. The kids were all followed by who I could only assume to be Mr. Weasley.

"Liamhain Burke, it is a pleasure to meet you," Mr. Weasley said, astonished, as he shook my hand. "Arthur Weasley."

I shook his hand a bit uneasily. "Good ta meet ye', sir."

The twins stood in front of me and bowed.

"Hello," one of them said when he looked up at me.

"Beautiful," the second one said, who smirked up at me.

"I'm George."

"Fred."

I laughed. These two were a trip. "Hi."

"Hey, I'm Ron," the other boy said.

"Ginny," the girl said.

"Now, dearie, you look like you need a nap. Fred, bring her up to your room. Honey, I'll wake you when breakfast is ready," Mrs. Weasley said.

So I know I haven't exactly finished the other stories I have up, nor have I updated in a long time, BUT I've been working on this for a while and decided to post it. By the way, Liamhain is pronounced LEE uh vin. I used a bunch of Dublin and Irish accent sites to use my Dublin Slang, so I don't mean to offend anyone if I used these incorrectly. R&R please?

jess