It was early in the morning, and Ron was still snoring sound asleep.
Harry didn't feel that he should awake him just yet. He had an interesting
dream, but for once he believed to be a dream that was just for fun and had
no meaning; though it would be cool for this one to come true. He and the
entire Weasely family were playing on the beach. It was place Harry had
never been, but would love to go.
Ron rolled over and fell off his bed with a loud thump. That woke him up immediately. "How long have you been up, Harry?" Ron asked.
"Only for a few minutes," Harry replied. "Had a dream where."
"Did you scar hurt? Where's You-Know-Who?" Ron kept asking.
"No. It was a dream where we went to the beach." Ron muttered what sounded like 'cool', but Harry couldn't tell.
"Let's go down to breakfast. I think we might've gotten our supplies list today." They both got dressed and went down to breakfast. Sure enough their lists were there.
Mrs. Weasely was making breakfast and looking at an article in the Witch Weekly about fast and easy recipes. Ginny was sitting at the table reading over her list. For the first time she didn't blush when Harry walked in the room; in fact she didn't even notice he came into the room.
Mr. Weasely came into the room with a bright and cheery smile. "Good morning family," he said looking at Ron and Ginny. "Good morning Harry," turning his head towards him.
"You won't stay in your cheery mood for much longer," said Mrs. Weasely. Mr. Weasely gave her a quizzical look. "You got a letter from your brother, and this," she threw the Daily Prophet at him.
"I haven't heard from Arnold since his wife left him." He began to read it, mumbling as he went along. "He's moving back with his daughter Kalysta. I think she's the same age as you Ron. I don't think you remember your cousin Kalysta from California."
Both Ron and Ginny shook their heads. Mr. Weasely read the Daily Prophet the same way he did the letter. "Well, that must be him and Kalysta," he tossed the paper towards Ron and Harry. Ginny huddled in too.
"Oohh, she's so pretty! It's going to be wonderful to have her around! She'll be just like a sister!" Ginny said excitedly. "And she's going to Hogwarts too!"
Harry looked at the picture. The man looked a lot like Mr. Weasely, and most likely had flaming red hair like other Weaselys did. Kalysta didn't look to happy to be in the picture. But she was very pretty, and wore Muggle clothing very well. Harry assumed that she too had red hair, even though the picture was black and white.
Mrs. Weasely brought over plated full of bacon, eggs, and toast. "Eat up; you're going to Diagon Alley today."
After breakfast, Mr. Weasely went to flowerpot by the fireplace to get the floo powder. The four of them went to Gringotts Bank to take out some money. Then they went to Flourish and Blotts to buy their books. As they came out of the building, Mr. Weasely walked up to a man in robes and began talking with him. As Harry, Ron, and Ginny got closer, they realized that it was Arnold Weasely.
"Please, leave me alone; I need to buy Kalysta's books and things." Arnold said, trying to get around Mr. Weasely. Mr. Weasely tried to keep from going, but failed.
"I know you're trying to avoid me, but I will find out what you're hiding!" Mr. Weasely hollered to his brother. "Sorry guys. Disregard what you just seen and heard."
The rest of the way through Diagon Alley was in awkward silence. When they got back, Ron and Harry went upstairs. They could hear Mr. Weasely talk about the confrontation in Diagon Alley and what happened eleven years ago. Harry and Ron sat quietly listening to the conversation.
"Maybe the poor girl's shy; her mother left when she was only five," said Mrs. Weasely compassionately.
"Her mother is definitely to blame," said Mr. Weasely in a flustered voice. "There's something strange about her."
Ron didn't look too surprised to hear that his aunt disappeared or that something was strange about her. "Who are your parents talking about?" Harry asked Ron.
"Aunt Marri," Ron replied. "She came out of nowhere and made my uncle move out to California, and never said why she wanted to go there."
"That's no too strange," Harry commented.
"Well that's only half the story," Ron said quickly, and then he lowered his voice, "Dad thinks Aunt Marrie is a Brecklan, and even worse, in league with You-know-who."
Harry had no idea what a Brecklan was, "What's a Brecklan?"
"Oh, a fairy-like creature that lives in Breckahlonia." Harry gave Ron that quizzical look again. "Breckahlonia is another world."
"What's so bad about that?"
"Brecklans have been feared since ancient times. No one ever talks about them because most of it hushed over by the Ministry. But they are said to have magic greater than ours. The more they study, the more powerful they become. And since they pay learn their magic, the more money a Brecklan has, the more they learn.
"Imagine the power of 'You-know-who' times three; that's equal to one peasant Brecklan. Imagine a whole army of them! If You-know-who' got them at his side, we'd all be done for!"
Harry tried to remain calm. This was all starting to sound worse than it did in the beginning. "How would Voldemort get an army of them any way?" Ron flinched at the sound of his name.
"War in Breckahlonia would cause them to flee here. They have before. 20 years ago. They're shape shifters, they can blend as humans."
"Ron, Ginny, Harry, Dinner!" called Mrs. Weasely. They went without a word. Dinner was quiet too. In fact the rest of the week went by without any mention of Kalysta and her family.
On the train ride to Hogwarts, Harry, Ron, and Hermione shared a compartment. Ginny had run off to sit with Neville. Harry and Ron filled Hermione in with the details about Ron's cousin. "Yeah, I saw her picture in the Daily Prophet and wondered what you thought about it."
"I don't know," said Ron. "I don't remember much about her. And there's definitely something odd about her mother."
"Well Weasely, I hear that your cousin is coming to Hogwarts," said a familiar, yet dreaded voice, Draco Malfoy. Ron was always teased about his family. "So, where is she? I just can't wait to meet her!" he said in a mocking voice. Malfoy's sidekicks, Crabbe and Goyle chuckled. "Hey watch it!" Malfoy hollered to someone behind him.
Some blonde girl Harry had never seen before bumped into him. She wore Muggle clothing very well. She had on a pair of khaki pants and a white spaghetti strap shirt with a plaid shirt over it. Her hair was pulled back by a hair claw showing off her hoop earrings. She was also wearing a ton of jewelry, including eight rings, three bangle bracelets, a watch, and a charm bracelet with very odd charms. Harry gave her second look to realize he had seen her before; it was Kalysta!
"Dude, you're the one standing in way," she said with a California attitude. Malfoy gave her look as he was confused.
"Are you. Kalysta Weasely?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"But I thought all Weaselys had red hair."
"What do you mean, there's just me and my dad? And yeah he does have red hair, but like what's big deal?"
"Because we all have red hair too," stated Ron.
"And who are you?"
"Your cousin."
"I don't have any cousins."
Disclaimer! I do not own Harry Potter or any characters EXCEPT Brecklans, Breckahlonia and all it's inhabitants, opuks, the Lowery family, and half Kalysta "Kal" Weasely and Arnold Weasely. They are added characters base off the already existing Weasely family. These are mine, mine, mine! But everything else came from the mind of the ever so brilliant J.K. Rowling!
Ron rolled over and fell off his bed with a loud thump. That woke him up immediately. "How long have you been up, Harry?" Ron asked.
"Only for a few minutes," Harry replied. "Had a dream where."
"Did you scar hurt? Where's You-Know-Who?" Ron kept asking.
"No. It was a dream where we went to the beach." Ron muttered what sounded like 'cool', but Harry couldn't tell.
"Let's go down to breakfast. I think we might've gotten our supplies list today." They both got dressed and went down to breakfast. Sure enough their lists were there.
Mrs. Weasely was making breakfast and looking at an article in the Witch Weekly about fast and easy recipes. Ginny was sitting at the table reading over her list. For the first time she didn't blush when Harry walked in the room; in fact she didn't even notice he came into the room.
Mr. Weasely came into the room with a bright and cheery smile. "Good morning family," he said looking at Ron and Ginny. "Good morning Harry," turning his head towards him.
"You won't stay in your cheery mood for much longer," said Mrs. Weasely. Mr. Weasely gave her a quizzical look. "You got a letter from your brother, and this," she threw the Daily Prophet at him.
"I haven't heard from Arnold since his wife left him." He began to read it, mumbling as he went along. "He's moving back with his daughter Kalysta. I think she's the same age as you Ron. I don't think you remember your cousin Kalysta from California."
Both Ron and Ginny shook their heads. Mr. Weasely read the Daily Prophet the same way he did the letter. "Well, that must be him and Kalysta," he tossed the paper towards Ron and Harry. Ginny huddled in too.
"Oohh, she's so pretty! It's going to be wonderful to have her around! She'll be just like a sister!" Ginny said excitedly. "And she's going to Hogwarts too!"
Harry looked at the picture. The man looked a lot like Mr. Weasely, and most likely had flaming red hair like other Weaselys did. Kalysta didn't look to happy to be in the picture. But she was very pretty, and wore Muggle clothing very well. Harry assumed that she too had red hair, even though the picture was black and white.
Mrs. Weasely brought over plated full of bacon, eggs, and toast. "Eat up; you're going to Diagon Alley today."
After breakfast, Mr. Weasely went to flowerpot by the fireplace to get the floo powder. The four of them went to Gringotts Bank to take out some money. Then they went to Flourish and Blotts to buy their books. As they came out of the building, Mr. Weasely walked up to a man in robes and began talking with him. As Harry, Ron, and Ginny got closer, they realized that it was Arnold Weasely.
"Please, leave me alone; I need to buy Kalysta's books and things." Arnold said, trying to get around Mr. Weasely. Mr. Weasely tried to keep from going, but failed.
"I know you're trying to avoid me, but I will find out what you're hiding!" Mr. Weasely hollered to his brother. "Sorry guys. Disregard what you just seen and heard."
The rest of the way through Diagon Alley was in awkward silence. When they got back, Ron and Harry went upstairs. They could hear Mr. Weasely talk about the confrontation in Diagon Alley and what happened eleven years ago. Harry and Ron sat quietly listening to the conversation.
"Maybe the poor girl's shy; her mother left when she was only five," said Mrs. Weasely compassionately.
"Her mother is definitely to blame," said Mr. Weasely in a flustered voice. "There's something strange about her."
Ron didn't look too surprised to hear that his aunt disappeared or that something was strange about her. "Who are your parents talking about?" Harry asked Ron.
"Aunt Marri," Ron replied. "She came out of nowhere and made my uncle move out to California, and never said why she wanted to go there."
"That's no too strange," Harry commented.
"Well that's only half the story," Ron said quickly, and then he lowered his voice, "Dad thinks Aunt Marrie is a Brecklan, and even worse, in league with You-know-who."
Harry had no idea what a Brecklan was, "What's a Brecklan?"
"Oh, a fairy-like creature that lives in Breckahlonia." Harry gave Ron that quizzical look again. "Breckahlonia is another world."
"What's so bad about that?"
"Brecklans have been feared since ancient times. No one ever talks about them because most of it hushed over by the Ministry. But they are said to have magic greater than ours. The more they study, the more powerful they become. And since they pay learn their magic, the more money a Brecklan has, the more they learn.
"Imagine the power of 'You-know-who' times three; that's equal to one peasant Brecklan. Imagine a whole army of them! If You-know-who' got them at his side, we'd all be done for!"
Harry tried to remain calm. This was all starting to sound worse than it did in the beginning. "How would Voldemort get an army of them any way?" Ron flinched at the sound of his name.
"War in Breckahlonia would cause them to flee here. They have before. 20 years ago. They're shape shifters, they can blend as humans."
"Ron, Ginny, Harry, Dinner!" called Mrs. Weasely. They went without a word. Dinner was quiet too. In fact the rest of the week went by without any mention of Kalysta and her family.
On the train ride to Hogwarts, Harry, Ron, and Hermione shared a compartment. Ginny had run off to sit with Neville. Harry and Ron filled Hermione in with the details about Ron's cousin. "Yeah, I saw her picture in the Daily Prophet and wondered what you thought about it."
"I don't know," said Ron. "I don't remember much about her. And there's definitely something odd about her mother."
"Well Weasely, I hear that your cousin is coming to Hogwarts," said a familiar, yet dreaded voice, Draco Malfoy. Ron was always teased about his family. "So, where is she? I just can't wait to meet her!" he said in a mocking voice. Malfoy's sidekicks, Crabbe and Goyle chuckled. "Hey watch it!" Malfoy hollered to someone behind him.
Some blonde girl Harry had never seen before bumped into him. She wore Muggle clothing very well. She had on a pair of khaki pants and a white spaghetti strap shirt with a plaid shirt over it. Her hair was pulled back by a hair claw showing off her hoop earrings. She was also wearing a ton of jewelry, including eight rings, three bangle bracelets, a watch, and a charm bracelet with very odd charms. Harry gave her second look to realize he had seen her before; it was Kalysta!
"Dude, you're the one standing in way," she said with a California attitude. Malfoy gave her look as he was confused.
"Are you. Kalysta Weasely?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"But I thought all Weaselys had red hair."
"What do you mean, there's just me and my dad? And yeah he does have red hair, but like what's big deal?"
"Because we all have red hair too," stated Ron.
"And who are you?"
"Your cousin."
"I don't have any cousins."
Disclaimer! I do not own Harry Potter or any characters EXCEPT Brecklans, Breckahlonia and all it's inhabitants, opuks, the Lowery family, and half Kalysta "Kal" Weasely and Arnold Weasely. They are added characters base off the already existing Weasely family. These are mine, mine, mine! But everything else came from the mind of the ever so brilliant J.K. Rowling!