Cat-Gone-Berserk: Okay, so this is my first story that i wrote in the Harry Potter world. It's not too bad, but i apologize if it's a little random at parts.
Clumsy-Mutt: I think it's good! Though, you do stray here and there.
Cat-Gone-Berserk: Thanks... I think? Anyways, please enjoy! Oh, and remeber, my fur hates flames.
Clumsy-Mutt: *rolls eyes*
cat-Gone-Berserk: *grins evily*
Clumsy-Mutt: Don't forget that you don't own the characters.
Cat0Gone-Berserk: I know, I know. Thanks for the reminder. Ahem... I do not own, or will i ever own, J.K. Rowlling's characters. I only own the idea and Denim.
Clumsy-Mutt: Now you can start the story.
Cat-Gone-Bersek: Thanks 'mom'. Have fun!
Chapter 1
"Boys, come out here and help with the bags!" Mrs. Weasley hollered inside the house. I was shivering out in the snow with her and three other teens. We were at the Burrow and I had no flipping idea as to where I was other than that. You see, I'm a muggle as the magic folk call us without magic. I had been minding my own business, sitting in my 'home' of a corner in the subway black track station 13 when the three teens standing near me now ended up getting into a magic fight with some weird guy with translucent hair. I ended up getting tripped over and soaked with ice water, ice not yet fully melted sliding down my spine under the shirt, and dragged away with them so the 'bad guy' couldn't hurt me.
Then, I was pulled into this odd blue car and we flew, yes it was a flying car, to this weird house they called the Burrow. I was then yanked from the car and found myself standing in the snow drenched is water, that was by this point a thin layer of ice coating my skin and worn old clothes, watching 6 boys of various ages walk out of the house after a woman, guessing their mother, ordered them to.
No one was talking to me and I wasn't about to speak any time soon. The one boy, who had black hair and was the cause of my being wet, had asked if I could speak at all. I was too cold, confused, and pissed off to answer. The girls, one with frizzy brown hair and one with red hair, had insisted on helping me and dragged me with them; I didn't know whether to thank them or to be angry at them as well; I chose to be passive on their part.
"Come dears, inside out of the cold. Ginny, put some water on for the tea and Hermione and Harry get some blankets down to warm you up." I was ignored, not news, as everyone did what they had to do. I walked over to the wall where wood was piled high and sat down, huddled in a small ball away from the wind.
I was surprised when a few minutes after everyone was done working that two of the boys, twins, came out to drag me inside. "You know, it's warmer inside the Burrow. How about coming inside?" one asked.
"We're Fred and George. I'm Fred-"
"And I'm George. Do you speak at all?" I didn't respond, only stared down at the snow under my feet.
"She seems shy; or she's mute."
"I say both; let's just carry her." They picked me up, one at my legs and the other at my arms. I squirmed and they dropped me on the ground in front of the fire place. I had managed to nail one in the mouth and the other in the gut with my head. Once they dropped me, I scurried to the far corner away from everyone. I had a temper, but I knew better then to mouth off, especially when my jaw was basically frozen shut. "Bloody hell, she got me right in the pressure point."
"My gut feels like I'm about to hurl." They both turned green and bolted out of the room.
Mrs. Weasley came over to me and I pressed into the wall and sunk further down into the floor. "It's alright dear; we aren't going to hurt you. Ginny, bring me some tea for the girl. Harry, a blanket and be quick about it. The girl looks like she's starved to death. I'll go make you something to eat, alright?" I stared at her for a second and nodded a little. When Ginny, the red-head girl brought me the tea I shook my head disgustedly.
"You don't drink tea?" I shook my head and hid my face in my legs. They were drawn up into my chest and my arms wrapped around them held them in place. The guy with black hair brought the blanket over and draped it around my shoulders, after I moved a little away from the wall of course, let's not get stupid.
"Is she going to talk at all? If not, then why even bother helping her? This is so stupid." I didn't say anything. If that's how they saw things then fine, I was out of there. I stood and let the blanket fall. I walked towards the door and was stopped by one of the boys. "Let her go, she obviously doesn't want the help."
"Percy, where is this coming from? She needs help and we are going to help her." The boy that stopped me turned his attention down at me. "Ignore him; he's just a selfish git. You need to get warm, come on." He took my arm gently and pulled me to the couch in front of the fire. He pulled the guy named Percy off the couch and motioned for me to take his place. "I'm Charlie, second oldest. Bill the oldest," he motioned to a man leaning against the fire place, "Fred and George are next, and Ron the youngest boy. Ginny is the youngest of us all and the only girl. Hermione and Harry are friends of ours. Ginny and Harry are a couple as are Hermione and Ron; just to clarify. The twins have their girls in Diagon Ally at their store. I swear Percy is Gay and Bill is married."
I smiled up at him, my first smile in years. I normally didn't get along with people but I really liked Charlie. Percy on the other hand, he was already on my 'I will kill you if you try anything' list. Not somewhere anyone that knew me wanted to be.
"Come dear, you need to eat something. Can you tell me the last time you ate?" I didn't respond. It's not like I didn't trust the woman, she was growing on me and fast; I was just embarrassed. The last time I had eaten anything descent, like not trash, was when I had found a 5 dollar bill last month and spent it at McDonalds for 5 days; one meal a day. "Well, if you don't want to tell me, then that's fine. Come on, eat up."
"Yeah, Mom's cooking is great. Dig in before the twins get out here, they're like, what's it called, that muggle thing that cleans; a Varcum, I think?"
"No it's vacuum, now eat your food." Hermione scolded.
I ate slowly so I wouldn't get sick. I remembered what happened otherwise. I had eaten my first burger so fast last month that I almost lost it had it not been for my ability to prevent throwing up. My gag-reflexes were for the books. I was able to eat almost anything. Unfortunately, that meant I ate very odd things now. Everyone was staring at me by the time I was halfway through my plate full because they were all ready for their seconds, the twins for their thirds. I stopped eating, nervous and wary of their staring.
"Um, you can eat faster than that, you know. We won't think anything disgusting, well, we won't say it anyway." Fred said, confusion written of everyone's face but Mrs. Weasley's and Harry's.
I shrugged and went back to my slow eating. The second I felt a feeling of satisfaction, I dropped the fork and sat back watching everyone finish. Charlie was the first to notice my watchful gaze. "Are you done?" he asked, setting his fork down. The twins looked at my plate still with some food on it. I nodded and the twins grabbed for the plate. I jumped at the suddenness of it, leaning away from their hands and almost fell off the chair had it not been for Harry's arm catching me from my left.
After everyone was done, I saw them all leave the room and Mrs. Weasley, start to clean up. There was a large stack of plates that she was taking small stacks off of that caught my eye. I picked the large stack up for her and carried them into the kitchen. She kept trying to shoo me out saying that she would do it but I wouldn't budge. I stood in her way and cleaned everything before she could say anything else.
"Dear, you cleaned those better than magic and faster too. How did you do that?" I shrugged, enjoying my silence. Why speak when you don't have to? "Well, you'll certainly come in handy when we go to headquarters. You will be coming of course." She sounded like I had no say in the matter so I didn't argue.
I walked back to the corner I had been in before and stayed there, quietly. It was hours later that I saw everyone making their way up the stairs to go to bed. No one had told me where to go, what to do, or to leave, so I just stayed in my corner. Wrapped in the blanket that had been left there earlier, I soon fell asleep.
