Uh. So, these characters, well they're not mine. Most of them belong to JK Rowling. You see she's this genius that created this whole magical world that I've grown up fanaticizing about living in, and uh, yea, I don't get to. It sucks. Really it does.

Kim looked around the platform for her cousins. She hadn't seen them in years, and now she had come to live with them. Red hair. She kept saying to herself. They all have red hair. You can't miss them. She wandered for about ten more minutes looking from face to face, or rather head to head, hoping that she could find her cousins. This trunk was getting heavy, and she was sure she looked very normal carrying around an owl in a cage. Exhausted and fed up she sat down on a near by bench with her trunk by her side and Maximus her owl perched in his cage on top of the trunk and she waited...and waited...and waited. The crowd trickled down to a person or two walking back and forth waiting for their life as well and Kim sat now with her back to the arm of the bench and her knees up to her chest. She sat for a while bored and waiting, then reached into her trunk and pulled out a book and began to read.

The Weasley's ran through Kings Cross station pushing their way through the crowd. Mr. Weasley holding the hand of a seven-year-old George and a four- year-old Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley with the hand of a seven year old Fred and a five year old Ron. Percy ran quickly ahead of them. Though only eleven he wanted to catch a glimpse of his cousin before all of them. Kim was Percy's idol. She was smart and very interested in her studies. Kim was older; she was seventeen and was about to start her last year at Hogwarts as head girl. Percy was only about to start his first year and he wanted to know everything about it. He'd herd stories from his two older brothers but he wanted her view too. He saw her and ran faster then stopped with a skid directly in front of her. Kim set her book aside and smiled as she looked up and saw Percy. He reached out a hand for a handshake and she shoved it aside and swooped him up into a huge hug as she stood up. She shook him this way and that and kissed his cheeks as he squealed for freedom. Kim saw the rest of the family approach and was soon being attacked by a whole flock of red haired freckled people.

They arrived at the burrow after giving many apologies to Kim for their late arrival and then apologized once more as they showed Kim the "tent" that had set up for her temporary bedroom.

"Honestly Aunt Molly, you guys can keep me out here as long as you want. I don't care." Kim said reassuring her that it was no problem.

"Molly, I've got an idea." Said Mr. Weasley. "How about I just construct a little guest house out here. Where the tent is. Complete with everything she needs. I mean it's better than her sharing a room with Ginny."

"I suppose. Would you mind living in the back yard?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Not at all Aunt Molly." Kim said with a smile.

"Well then that's settled. I'll just conjure a little something up...." Mr. Weasley said pushing up his sleeves.

"I'll go get supper started."

"Would you like help Aunt Molly?"

"That'd be wonderful dear. Last time you and I were in the kitchen together you were five years old. You'd just come here and we were making Christmas cookies. You mom and dad were out in the forest behind the house taking a walk..." Mrs. Weasley went on telling stories all throughout the dinner making process and out of nowhere as she was setting the bread out on the table she started to cry. Kim went up behind her to comfort her. "I just hate to remember what you- know-who did to your mother."

"I know Aunt Molly. I know. But it wasn't him. It was one of his death eaters. She's in a better place now where she doesn't have to worry about Vol-You-know-who."

"Yes... yes... I suppose. Well. It's just so bad that you have had to lose both your parents so soon."

"Aunt Molly, don't worry about it. Dad was a jerk and wasn't really around afterwards anyway. He wasn't a father. Just some guy I lived with."