*And I'm baaaack! So, Guatemala was fun. It was the rainy season, but it actually wasn't that bad. The first chapter is really happy, light, and fun. Also, of you want to, check out my poem "Sometimes It Just Happens."

**Disclaimer: I'm going to get this out of the way right now, so that I don't have to repeat myself. I do not own JK Rowling's "Harry Potter" or the BBC's "Doctor Who"

*** Now, read!

Extra AN: OK so I've decided to post this one day early because today is Harry Potter's birthday, and the opening of "the Cursed Child." I bought the book last night at 12 AM and didn't sleep until I finished it–at 3 AM. Anywaaaaay, no spoilers for the new book, and sorry for the long AN but I'm really emotional right now 'cause Albus–nope, can't tell.

Clara briefly studied the area around her. The house before her was obviously in shambles; the roof seemed to be slipping off, the door was red except for the fact that almost all the paint had worn off. The house itself was quite large, but it seemed to be bending in an unnatural-house way. Clara winced as she touched the doorbell, in fear of having that break off too.

As she waited, she noticed the amount of baggage at her feet. There were two suitcases, like the Muggle ones. One suitcase was blue and hard, almost like a renewed version of a Wizard trunk. The other one was a burgundy colour, but it wasn't hard. Rather stiff, yes, but she could poke an indent into it with enough force.

There was a fumbling sound from the other side of the door, and Clara inhaled sharply, bracing herself. When the door opened, she was greeted by a smiling Ginny.

Clara exhaled. "Well, hello," she managed.

Ginny squealed, and threw her arms around Clara. "Oh my God! I can't believe you're here!"

"Neither can I," Clara muttered.

Ginny invited her into the house, and Clara was instantly hit was the pungent aroma of chicken cooking. She smiled. The house itself, was well, housey. The floors creaked when Clara shifted her weight, the rugs seemed worn away terribly at the edges, the walls had paint peeling disastrously. All in all, Clara loved it.

"Wow," was all Clara could muster.

Ginny smiled. "It's not much, but it's home." She then frowned at Clara's luggage. "What's that?"

Clara quickly shook her head. "Sorry, it's just a suitcase is much easier to manage than a trunkー"

Ginny waved her hands. "OK, OK, I've got it. Muggle enthusiast." She lifted one up, and grunted. "Heavy."

Clara smiled. "Oh, um. Just pull of the top thing."

Ginny knit her eyes together. She pulled out the black handle. "Sorry, I didn't mean to break it!" She said quickly.

Clara laughed. "You didn't break it! It's supposed to be like that! Now, angle the suitcase, and pull on the handle."

Ginny did so, and was able to get two feet before the wheels caught on the rug edge, and the suitcase fell out of Ginny's grasp.

Clara raised an eyebrow. "Best not here, in the house."

Ginny nodded. "Yeah. Um, I'll just levitate it."

Ginny moved the luggage to the sitting room, where she hollered, "MUM! CLARA'S HERE!"

There was the sound of marching, and there appeared Mrs. Weasley, who Clara had only met once before.

Mrs. Weasley looked much better than the last time Clara really saw her. That was in her first year, when Ginny had been trapped in the Chamberー No. She shouldn't think of that.

Mrs. Weasley cupped Clara's face tenderly, and smiled. "Clara! It's so good to finally see you properly! Last time," her face darkened, and her hands slipped from Clara's face, "last time didn't count."

Ginny rolled her eyes, and said, "Mum. Please, stop it."

"Sorry, sorry!" Mrs. Weasley took a glance at the suitcases. "I think you can take them to your room, Ginny." She looked back at Clara. "Clara, deary. You won't mind spending the nights in Ginny's room. I think Hermione shall stay there too."

Clara looked around. "Is Hermione here?"

Ginny shook her head. "I'm supposing that she'll be here soon though. It's around… 8:25 AM currently…"

Clara realized she hadn't know what time it was. She hoped that she wasn't interrupting on their morning. "I'm sorry for coming this early, Mrs. Weasley."

Mrs. Weasley fanned her hand about. "Dear, it's Molly. And don't worry about coming early. It's no problem, really. The boys are mostly likely asleep. Well, not Percy." She pressed her lips in a thin line after saying Percy's name. "Harry is supposed to come tomorrow, and my other sons later in the evening."

Ginny groaned. "Can we get moving, Mum?"

Mrs. Weasley, er, Molly, smiled. "Yes, yes. I suppose it's been awhile since you've last seen each other!" She scampered off, muttering about her other sons surely being late.

Ginny lolled her head back. "I swear, mum is bent on embarrassing me."

Clara looked around the house and smiled. "Well, I dare say you're lucky to have a mum. She's great though."

"Oh, I didn't mean–"

"Come on," Clara said quickly. "I should get my stuff to your room."

Ginny smiled hesitantly. "Yeah. Here, I'll help." She flicked her wand, and the two suitcases levitated a couple feet off the ground. Ginny started heading toward the staircase before looking back, "Um, this'll be a bit of a workout. It's a long way up."

Clara nodded understanding. After Ginny had gotten a few steps up, Clara started up too. It actually wasn't that bad, though she guessed that this was way of Ginny going to the gym. She laughed silently to herself. Lately, Clara had seemed to be a bit infatuated with Muggles. Though, she could barely even remember the past weeks…

Stopping for a second, Clara pulled a letter out of her back pocket. She wasn't really sure how it got there in the first place. After starting to climb again, she read the letter, which was in Ginny's unmistakable handwriting.

Dear Clara,

Hope you've had a good summer break so far! My brothers are being a nuisance–surprise, surprise. Fred and George charmed my hair a ghastly green! Mum sure did give them a scolding, though. Anyway, I asked Dad if you could come with us for the Quidditch World Cup, and… He said yes! I was actually surprised, because Harry's supposedly coming too. But Dad said that he'd pull some strings. Anyway, we're going to the Ireland vs. Bulgaria match! Mum attached some stuff for your dad like addresses and what not. But, I hope to see you soon!

Ginny

Clara looked down, and there was the part from Mrs. Weasley.

Dear Mr. Oswald,

My husband and I would like to inform you that…

Clara shook her head. She didn't really need to read that bit. What stumped her was: How did I get here? But, Ginny was ahead of her, so Clara ran up the steps to catch up with her friend.

"Did you fall asleep?" Ginny joked, without looking back.

"Nah… Just admiring."

"What? The dust and cobwebs?"

Clara rolled her eyes, but they reached Ginny's room. Ginny sighed heavily, and let the suitcases fall on top of a bed.

"That one's yours," Ginny explained.

"Ah." Clara walked over. She was sleeping in the middle bed of three beds alongside one another. Ginny had the one closest to the window on the other side of the room. Which left Hermione's bed to be the one closest to the door.

There was a loud crash from downstairs somewhere. Clara raised an eyebrow. "I have a feeling you just don't want to be next to the noise."

Ginny bounced on her bed. "I live with two pranksters. If I'm close to the doors, I'll never get to sleep."

"You've basically left Hermione to fend for herself!"

Ginny scoffed. "Clara! It doesn't matter. She's going to end up sneaking out and visiting the boys."

"You make it sound like they're going to get up to something!" Clara accused.

Ginny put a hand on her heart. "Duh. Mischief." She flopped down on her bed, which probably caused her hair to form five million knots.

"I'm starting to regret the decision of coming here," Clara joked.

"Fine. Then leave."

Clara threw a pillow at Ginny, which landed on her stomach, for she was still lying down. "Ginny. I'm going to walk out of here in 3...2...1…"

Ginny got up, with a playful smirk. "Fine! I'll file a divorce!"

Clara smiled at her game. "God, you only think of yourself! I'm leaving to find a house where I can be myself!"

Ginny feigned a look of hurt. "Leave then! Go! The door is right there!"

"I think I will!" With that, Clara walked out of the bedroom door, and waited outside the door for a few seconds. She laughed quietly, before turning the doorknob. The door wouldn't budge.

"Oi! Ginny! Let me in!"

"No! I'm kicking you out!"

Clara hit on the door, just enough to emphasize her point, but not loud enough for anyone else to be wondering what the hell was going on.

"Go away!" Ginny shouted, but Clara could pick up a hint of suppressed laughter in her tone.

"Little pig, little pig, let me in!" Clara chanted.

"What?"

"Oh my God! It's a Muggle story about–"

Ginny unlocked the door. "Yeah, yeah. OK. I don't wanna hear about it."

"It's a lovely kids' story."

Ginny choked. "Kids' story? You've got to be kidding me! Dad won't let us read it because he read about the story in a Wizard book!"

Clara sighed. "Your dad, told you not to read a Muggle book, because he saw a description of it in a Wizard book?"

"Yeah, now that I think about it…"

Clara flopped on her own bed. "So… What did your dad think it was about?"

"A fun house about huffing and puffing and blowing," Ginny said carefully.

Clara laughed so hard, she thought her lungs would burst, "Oh my Merlin! That's absolutely hilarious!"

"What?"

"The story is about a werewolf who goes around, blowing pigs' houses down, then eating the pigs!"

"Wow," was all Ginny could say. "That is hilarious." And the pair broke into ruckus laughter.

There was a grunting sound from the door. Clara turned around to see Ron Weasley looking very disheveled and tired.

Clara laughed again. "Sweet Lord, your hair!"

Ron unconsciously touched his hair. "What?"

Clara pointed at his nearly shoulder length hair. "It's so long! You sort of look like Ginny now!"

"Oi!" were the cries of both of her friends.

"Are you saying that I look like a ginger toad?" Ginny snapped.

"Oi!" was Ron's answer again.

Clara was laughing her bloody arse off. "So, what'd you need?"

Ron was still recovering over the previous seconds. "Oh, um. Did we have breakfast it?"

Ginny rolled her eyes and sighed. "I ate like an hour ago. Not sure 'bout Clara though."

"Oh, um… I ate before I left," Clara said quickly. It wasn't really a lie because Clara couldn't even remember the past few days.

Ginny grinned. "What are we to do about Ron's hair though…" she had an evil glint in her eyes.

Ron fidgeted. "Ginny…" he warned.

Her friend paid no heed. She pulled her brother into the room, and sat him on Hermione's bed, before locking the door.

"Ginny!" Ron cried. Clara was laughing from her bed.

Ginny pulled her wand out. "I think he needs a haircut," she reasoned.

"I think so too," Clara replied.

"Ginny!" Ron cried out again, while furiously clutching his hair. "Remember when you put on mum's makeup on my face? I do not need a repeat!"

Clara laughed. "You did what?"

Ginny crossed her arms. "I was eight." She turned back to her brother. "And you're a twat for telling that story." She poked Ron with each word of her final sentence.

Ron breathed in heavily. "I swear to Merlin, you girls are insane."

"So's your hair," Clara pointed out.

"Hey!"

Clara twirled her own hair between her fingers. She smiled. "If Ginny or I do it, will you?"

Ron's mouth gaped open. "I'll do it if I get to cut Ginny's hair!"

"Ron!" Ginny exclaimed, slapping him on the arm. "Clara!"

Clara shrugged. "I think Ginny would look lovely bald."

Ginny grunted. "Who's side are you on?"

"Mine."

Ginny pointed her wand at Clara. "I'll cut your hair, if you even try as to touch my great, red, hair."

Clara crossed her arms defiantly. "Fine. Then I'll do it myself." she smiled. "I even managed a 'Little Red Hen' quote!"

Clara stuck her hand into the outside pocket of her burgundy suitcase, and pulled out a pair of scissors. Why were those there?

"What are those?" Ron asked hesitantly.

"They're like little knives," Clara explained.

"What?" Ron's eyes bulged.

"I think this has gone too far," Ginny said, but she was holding Ron down. "Can we use the knifey things on Ron?"

Clara stroked the edges of the scissors playfully. She winced, as that was something that was so dangerous, so she stopped. "I'll use it on Ginny first."

"No!"

"Yes!"

Clara laughed, and pulled the blue elastic from her wrist, which caused her friends' eyes to bulge. Clara snickered, the tied her hair into a ponytail carefully. Then, she pulled her hair to her chest, and cut with the scissors.

There were gasps from her friends. "Clara!"

But, Clara went on, keeping the scissors right above where she tied the elastic. The sound of her hair being cut was aggravating, but Clara did it anyway. Finally, she did one final cut and the bundle of hair fell into her hand.

Clara looked up, to see Ginny clamping her mouth shut. Ron was staring at her hair in Clara's hand.

"Merlin," Ginny gasped.

"What?" Clara asked, and she pulled out a tiny mirror, which was also in her suitcase pocket. Her hair was only a few inches shorter, so that it grazed just above her shoulder. It didn't look bad, but she might have to fix some bits with her wand.

"Wow. 11-year-old you would've never pulled out tiny knives and cut her hair," Ginny said.

Clara shrugged. "Well, I wanted to cut it anyway. So, who's next?"

"Not me."

"Hell no."

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and Ginny opened it to let Hermione Granger into the room.

Hermione eyes the room, and raised an eyebrow. "Do I want to know?"

"You really don't," Clara said, while tucking her hair away.

Hermione stared at Clara's new haircut. "When did you get your hair done?"

"Um… Like five seconds ago…"

Hermione shooed Ron off her bed, and plopped her own suitcase onto her bed. "I'm not going to even ask."

Ron walked to the door. "Ok...well, nice seeing you here, Hermione. I'll go write a letter to Harry…" Clara was barely even able to pick up the "blimey" which escaped Ron's mouth as he walked off.

"Soooo…"

Hermione sighed. "How awful is Ron's hair?"

Clara and Ginny laughed.

[¡Feliz cumpleaños, Harry!]