Fred and George Weasley had just received their Hogwarts letters and were playing a muggle game called softball to practice for the places they wanted on the Quidditch team, beaters. It was then that they heard rustling in the wheat field that surrounded the Burrow.

"What do you think that was George?" Fred asked, sounding slightly frightened. They had heard of small disturbances within the wizarding world. There were rumors that it was Death Eaters, followers of You-Know-Who.

"I don't' know, but I don't trust it," George said warily.

"Maybe we should go back inside," Fred suggested. As soon as the sentence was out, George turned to walk inside and a large mass flew over his head and through the air hitting Fred squarely in the chest. He yelled out in shock and George turned to see a large golden lioness on top of his twin brother. The animal looked scared out of her mind and she was snarling. When she saw it was two small boys, not a day over eleven or twelve, she relaxed and when she relaxed, her whole body shimmered and she was no longer a lioness but a girl around their age and probably around their height with golden skin, hair, and eyes. Her hair fell to her waist and her eyes were huge as she looked at them. Plus, she was completely naked.

"Oh, you guys have no idea how long I've been looking for someone! Death Eaters burnt down my entire village, they killed my family, and He's back!" she yelled and promptly passed out, her head falling onto Fred's chest.

"Go get Mom," Fred ordered from under the unconscious girl. George nodded and ran off to the house. A few minutes later he came back with Mrs. Weasley.

"What in the world happened here?" she asked. She had one of her husband's sweaters in her arms.

"She was a lioness when she jumped on me but then she changed and said something about Death Eaters and a village," Fred said from his place under the girl.

"Well don't just lie there, help me get this on her and get her to the house," Mrs. Weasley said as she sat the girl up and slid the sweater over her head.

"Carry her in," she ordered. The boys obliged, chair carrying her between them. Once they had her in the house they carried her upstairs and into their room. They set her on one of their beds and went downstairs to wait for her with their mother, but not before they heard her mumble something.

"Thanks."