WOW, I've never seen the shop so busy! There where people everywhere, i could barely squeeze my way to the rickety stair case that leads to my room!

The door has a keep out sign on it, to stop kids from thinking its an extra part of the shop, but obviously, no one around here can read!

"OI! HOW MANY TIMES, this is NOT part of the shop!" i shouted, making my way over to the desk. Obviously, all the people left, because i can sound pretty persuading when i want to. As usual, the stuff on my desk was all in the wrong place, so i took the time to sort it all out.

Mum, Angelina Weasley, had given me a table in the back of the shop to display my OWN items, but so far i only had the neck-porter, which is a neckless that can teleport you, where ever you want! cool right?

Just then dad came into my room, holding a picture of my deceased uncle, Fred. "Uh...Roxy? i need your help with something..." He said awkwardly.

"Can it wait?" i asked, clearing pencil sharpening off my desk, "And i swear, I'm getting a lock on that door!"

"uh...it can't wait..."

"Whats happened? don't tell me, you put too much gillyweed in the puking pastels again?" I asked, sighing slightly.

"No...its just, the ministry's here, to claim there rent, and i have no idea how much i owe them!" My dad flustered, his face slightly red. I sighed, he always goes red when theres maths involved.

"Cant you ask mum?"

"No she's out with Alicia Spinnet." I pulled myself out of my chair and sloped back down the stairs and into the chaos that is Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. There was a ministry officer standing at the door, looking extremely pale, and covering his ears with his hands.

"Ah, ms. Weasley, finally, this place is giving me a migraine!" he said dodging an incoming fanged Frisbee.

I handed the man 20 gallons that i had previously taken out of the cash register.

"Honestly, has your dad ever thought of ASKING how much it is?"

"Nope...I sometimes wonder if I'm adopted!"

"I can't see that happening, you have the exact same shade of red hair!" He exited the shop quickly and i was about to return to my room when i see a familiar face in the crowd.

"Harry!" i quickly squeeze through the everlasting crowd of witches and wizards, and make my way to my uncle.

"Hi Roxy, is your dad here?" Harry Potter asked looking frantically around nervously.

"um...i think he's in his room." i say, taking my place behind the counter, and scanning a Neck-porter for a young boy.

"Oh, how about Angelina?" my uncle knows from experience not to interrupt My dad, because right now, i know for a fact he is cradling a picture of his twin brother, and crying into his pillow.

"No, mum is out with Alicia, whats wrong?" i ask curiously.

"Uh..." He pondered, wondering whether to tell me or not, "It's, uh...Well...hmm..." now he's decided not to tell me and is trying to come up with a lie to cover it up. "My…there...mmm..." Now he is considering that i deserve to know, and trying to come up with a way to phrase it, "There's this…hmmm...no. Bum...uh..." This is my uncle finally realizing that what he wants to say is definitely not for eleven year olds to hear, "well...i suppose..." Ah, great he has decided to tell me anyway.

"Uncle, I'm guessing that there is a possible fret to the wizarding world, which you hope to keep between you and your old school friends, to stop any bad rumors from spreading. It probably involves some one in danger, and a dark wizard who plans on taking over the world country by country. I also bet that aunt Hermione has a big plan to save who ever is in danger, and uncle Ron is trying at the moment we are talking to calm her down." I take a deep breath and look at the stunned expression on Harry's face.

"Uh..." That, in potter language means 'that is exactly what i was going to say!' by the way, I'm fluent in my uncles gibberish. "Sometimes, i underestimate your power." Harry says, "smarty pants."

"Dad!" Albus, Harry's middle child, came running towards the counter, holding a box of Peruvian instant darkness powder, "Can i have this please?" He begged.

"Uh...ask your mum, Al" Harry seemed eager to get back to the conversation at hand.

"I did, and she said to ask YOU!" At those words Ginny Potter came wondering over with Lily attached to her arm, bouncing up and down.

"Have you found George yet? I need to get out of here before James makes me buy the whole store!" Ginny said, pointing at there eldest son, googling over the neck-porter stand, with about 50 different items bundled in his arms.

"Uh...yes...there coming in a bit, dear" Harry fantasized.

"Uh, Albus." I said, "There's a deal on the pack of 6." His eyes widened and skipped off to the 50% off stand. Lily and Ginny followed him.

"Thanks Rox" Harry breathed, "Right what where we talking about? Oh yes, I'd like it if you kept our secret a secret, i still don't think its a big enough of a threat for the whole of Hogwarts to know about."

"I still want answers, what's happening, who is in danger?"

"Um...Well, By the way in what's happening? A possible follower of Grindelwald, you know about him right? Is going on a rampage in London, claiming to be the 'greater goods apprentice' and all that, who's in danger? Everyone." Harry finished those last words in a grave tone.

"Harry?" My dad came down the stairs, evidence of crying all over his face, "What are you doing here? i thought you lot where going on holiday to Bulgaria." He said.

"Ahh, yes cancelled I'm afraid, important matters, mind if we have a little chat?" Harry and my dad exited up the stairs, and i returned to scanning various items at the counter.

10 minutes later my dad came down the stairs, followed my uncle harry. They came up to the desk once the customers had gone elsewhere, and the shop began to close.

"Err...Rox, I think it would be best if you spent the rest of the summer at Uncle harry's house, Then I'll meet you on platform 9 3/4 on September 1st." My dad told me, and i noticed he was lugging a huge trunk full of my stuff and aunt ginny, holding my owl.

"What, right now?" I asked, "What about Fred, is he coming?"

"No, your brother and your parents are going to stay and run the shop, don't you think you deserve a break Rox?" Ginny chided in.

"Let me just..." i Ran up the stairs and into my room, i hadn't told anyone, but there is a loose floorboard under my desk, that i keep all my personal belonging in. I pulled it open and grabbed my diary, and a locket that I had, had since I was very little, it had a picture of a woman inside, I expect she is someone who died in the battle of Hogwarts. She must have been close to my Dad

Once. I bounced down the stairs again; I left with Harry and his family.