(A/N: Sorry this took so long everyone, I got a job so I've been very busy! This will only be a couple of chapters on what Marigold gets up to in the month before the second book starts. I will be writing this while I reread the second book and gather ideas. I hope you enjoy. Everything you recognize belongs to J.K Rowling.)

It was the morning of the first of July and Marigold Rosenberg was sound asleep in her bed. She, along with the other Weasley boys, had arrived at the Burrow for the summer the night before.

After a nice dinner, where everyone had talked about school and raved about what Marigold, Neville Longbottom, and Harry Potter had done, she had settled into her room. She hadn't bothered unpacking, being completely fatigued; she simply slipped into bed and fell asleep.

She didn't dream, which was for the best since she probably would have had nightmares, anyway. She hadn't dreamt since the night before they went through the trapdoor. Not that it really mattered; Marigold never put much emphasis on dreams. Nightmares, though…

Marigold finally woke up when the sunlight came through the window; in her exhaustion the night before, she had forgotten to close the curtains. She expected to see the familiar red curtains of her four poster bed, but she only saw Bill Weasley's old books.

She wondered what Neville and Harry were up to, or if they were even awake yet. It had been less than a full day and she already missed the two of them so much. She rolled over and caught sight of her trunk; she pondered whether or not to get up and unpack. Figuring it was better than doing nothing in bed, she got up and started unpacking.

She found her planner on the very top. The cover was completely blank, which was odd because the last time she saw it, it had been chaotically blinking her exam schedule. Confused, Marigold opened it up only to find it completely empty. Even the little line that said who the planner belonged to was unmarked. How had that happened, she wondered?

She shook her head, placing the planner on her desk, and continued unpacking her trunk. By the time she was done, the desk was covered in her books, notes, and quills; her robe was in the closet, and the trunk was empty. Marigold took the time to organize her old books, knowing she would be studying some of them over the summer. Thinking twice about leaving the Duelist's Guide out, she hid it under her pillow.

Figuring that she had done enough, she decided to make her way down to the kitchen to see if Mrs. Weasley needed any help with breakfast. It felt weird walking around without her school robes. She really missed Hogwarts.

Marigold found Mrs. Weasley bustling around in the kitchen making breakfast. The smell was overwhelmingly pleasant; eggs and sausage were on the stove. Mrs. Weasley didn't notice Marigold at first, but when she turned around to grab a towel, she smiled kindly at Marigold.

"Good morning, Marigold. Breakfast won't be done for a little while longer."

"That's alright, I was wondering if you needed any help."

"Well, lets see. You if you could set the table, that would be great. Plates are in the cupboard behind you," she said, turning back to the eggs. "And don't worry about setting one for Arthur, he had to leave for work early this morning."

"Okay," Marigold said, turning to the cupboard. "Why did he have to leave so early?"

"Oh, there are a lot of raids going on, and Arthur got a lead on some bewitched plates and had to go."

"Oh, I see," Marigold said, though she wasn't quite sure why he would have to raid something because of some plates.

Just shortly after Marigold had finished setting the table, Mrs. Weasley called for breakfast. It was so loud that Marigold was sure that the town over the hill would be able to hear her.

Percy came down first; he looked like he had been up for a while, like Marigold. He had a couple of ink smudges on his hands. He quietly sat down and began serving himself.

The twins came down second, nearly knocking each other over as they got to the table. They sat on either side of Marigold and leaned over her as they tried to dish out the eggs onto the other's plate. Marigold had to duck out of the way as Fred tossed George a piece of toast.

Ginny came down next, followed by Ron, who was still half asleep. Everyone ate together and Marigold felt a little less sad about missing Hogwarts.

After a rather eventful breakfast, where the twins nearly started a food fight, Marigold headed back to her room, figuring it was best if she started on her summer homework.

Harry had thought it was a bit much to have homework over the summer, especially since it was all essays and reading, nothing practical at all; but Marigold had disagreed. Marigold felt that the homework would keep them on track and help them stay focused enough so that when they got back to Hogwarts they could just jump right in.

About five inches into her review on Puffapods and the Severing Charm, Marigold heard a knock on her door. She finished the sentence she was on, then went to open the door. A very excited Ginny was standing on the other side of the door.

"Can I come in?" she asked, expectedly.

"Sure, I was just working on homework," Marigold said, stepping aside to let Ginny in.

"Already? But don't we have two months before school?" she asked, plopping herself down on Marigold's bed.

"Yeah, but I figured I would get it done as soon as possible. I don't want to forget or put it off until the end and be rushed."

"That makes sense."

"So what brings you in here?" Marigold asked.

"Oh, I um…" Ginny turned bright pink. "I was wondering if you could tell me about your friends? Your school year?"

"Oh, um, sure. What do you want to know?"

"What are classes like? Are they hard?"

Marigold thought for a moment. "I wouldn't say hard, not for the most part. Exams were challenging, I guess, but as long as you keep on top of things I don't think they are particularly hard. Though that's just me… Harry and Neville had a hard time in some classes."

"What's Harry like?" Ginny blurted out, turning scarlet.

"He's nice," she answered, "he cares about people, he cares even more for those close to him. I don't think he enjoys being famous, especially for the reason why he was famous. I definitely know he doesn't like being gawked at…"

Marigold paused, thinking about the course of the year, the ups and the downs. The fight the two of them had had. Just being with him and Neville. She thought about Sorcerer's Stone. Marigold suddenly felt exhausted; she looked up at Ginny, who still looked pink in the face but very expectant. Marigold realized that Harry was what Ginny probably wanted to talk about from the start.

"Harry is very brave. If you are ever in a tight spot, you can always be sure Harry has your back. He probably won't have a plan, but if he does, it's going to be insane. But, plan or no plan, he will be there for you in a moment of need."

Ginny and Marigold talked for another two hours before Ginny went to help her mom with chores. Marigold offered to help as well, but after Ginny told Mrs. Weasley about the homework Marigold was doing, Mrs. Weasley refused.

Marigold climbed back to her room and finished her paper by lunchtime.

After lunch, Ron tried to get Marigold to play wizard's chess. Marigold politely refused, feeling rather ill at the mention, and returned to her room. She missed Harry and Neville, but figured writing to them after only a day would be kind of silly.

Not knowing what to do with herself, she focused on her next summer homework assignment. She reviewed her History of Magic book and notes until dinner.

(A/N: Just like last year, during the month of November I will be working very hard on this and things will be out faster and faster. Thank you so much for reading. Please review I would love to hear what you guys think!)