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A black motorbike pulled up outside number 10 Grimauld place, the owner knew exactly what was inside so he walked up to the door and knocked. A plump woman with curly red hair opened the door and smiled warmly at him as she beckoned him inside.

"How was your journey, dear?" She asked offering a biscuit which was declined.

"It was longer than I had expected but not too bad I suppose, it could have been worse" The boy said as he had his long leather coat taken off him, which came as a surprise because he was not staying long.

"Now lovie, what is it you are here for?" The nice woman asked him, he knew her name, she was Molly weasley. He had always liked her; she had a warm, homely feeling about her.

"I've joined you now and…well, Dumbledore told me to come to you and finalize it all…but I've no idea what I am finalizing." He sighed and looked out the window, rain drenched the seat of his bike and was successfully transforming what was left of the front garden into a newly formed swamp.

"Right; I know just what to do with you my sweet" She got up and walked over to a large closet in the corner of the room.

"I'm glad one of us does" The boy sighed again, he hated being away from his work but, this had to be done he couldn't sit back and let a war take place while he worked right through it.

No, he had to do something to help.

Molly laughed heartily and placed a file onto the table where the young man was sat.

"Now, I just have to ask a few questions, we like to know what kind of background our companions have, helps us know how they are going to react to certain circumstances.

"Go for it" He replied.

"Right now; we have your name already so let's start with, how old are you?"

"Just turned 18 this month" The boy looked at his nails.

"Aha…and what is your line of work?" She asked sweetly.

The boy flipped up a card for her to see with a smile.

"Ooh, don't think I've ever met one of those before," she said filling in the sheet in front of her.

"There's not many left, people don't really understand how great it is" He said distantly.

"Hmmm and erm, where is your current state of home?" She said moving on.

"I travel a lot, it's in the job" He answered.

"Right, well…I think that's all we need for now; I shall hopefully see you soon" She turned and looked through the window "actually dear, would you like to stay for the night, it looks awfully cold?" She smiled warmly.

"No, but thanks, I have to get back to my job or else I'll lose where I was up to, nice to see you Ma'am" He grabbed his coat and swung it round himself, Molly watched him as he jumped on his bike and took off into the skies, she hadn't seen a bike like that since the days of Sirius Black's rebel streak.

"Mum, what was that noise?" She heard the voice of her son behind her.

"Nothing Fred now get back upstairs and to bed, you have work tomorrow and people will go mad if the shop doesn't open" She whispered to him softly, sipping from a mug that had been resting on the table.

Molly Weasley had never expected that young lad to own a bike one day, nor had she expected him to go into that line of work; he had grown somewhat mysterious now with his whole image and voice, his walk and even the way he got on his bike. She could picture him clearly as he walked through the door he looked slightly vampyric, dressed in tight black jeans and a sleeveless black mesh top, with a long, fitted, leather coat and to complete his image, heavy black leather boots with metal spikes on and buckles up the side. His hair had changed too; it was short and spiked with one long bit at the front, covering on of his darkened eyes, it was obvious he was wearing eye liner.

One thing was clear, the young lad had changed for good, and no-one was happier about that then he was.

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