DISCLAMINER FOR ALL CHAPTERS: I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTER, THEY ALL BELONG TO J.K. ROLWING

.:Chapter one: Into the Book:.

My name is Marie Klem and I'm not like any of the other students in my Private School in downtown London. While every one else is outside playing sports or being with friends, I'm inside reading. I love to read. Fantasy, mostly Harry Potter. It's my escape from everything. I live with my mum and dad, they both work 24/7, and I'm an only child. The only friends I really have is Melody Georgeburns and my boyfriend Tyler Bibble. I'm sixteen years old, I'm told my blue eyes are piercing. Everyone loves my long red hair that reaches the small of my back. I'm not the girl who comes in with the newest cutest outfit on, but I don't look awful either.

June tenth I walked into my classroom to find Melody sitting on Tyler's lap. I stood against the wall, just far enough away that they couldn't see me. That's when Melody kissed Tyler. I couldn't believe it. The only people I care about don't really care. I ran home as fast as I could. Passersby looking at me like I'm crazy, but nothing mattered anymore, just to get home, and get to that magical world I so longed to be in.

When I finally reached my front door, I ripped it open, the cool handle making goose bumps irrupt on my arm. I threw my school bag on the floor, and ran to the large bookcase in my room. I grabbed the first Harry Potter book I could find, the Goblet of Fire. Now in the safety of my room, the tears finally fell down my face.

I fell asleep when I got to the fifth chapter.

I woke up to the sound of strange voices; I didn't open my eyes, I just listened, trying to figure out who they were. One of the strange voices was kind, and full of love, there were three different male voices, one older and the others much younger. I couldn't tell what the men were saying, but I could completely understand the female voice.

"Don't wake her up boys!" she said, her voice was stern, but gentle at the same time. "She looks like she's through a lot. She needs to rest."

"I think we should wake her up to see if she's alright." On of the younger voices said, he had a wonderful voice, I melted the moment he spoke.

"No, Fred, you want to wake her up so you can flirt!" the third male voice said. I wanted to keep my eyes shut so I could figure out where I am, but I fell in love with the sound of this guy's voice. When I opened my eyes, everything was blurry, but I could make out fiery red hair.

"No way." I whispered.

"Oi, Ginny she's awake!" the one with the dreamy voice said. Then two more red heads walked in. Ginny walked over to my bed and handed me a cup of tea.

"Good morning, dear." The first woman said.

"Good morning. I must be dreaming…" I whispered, trying to hold in my excitement.

"No dear, you're not dreaming. You just appeared in our sitting room," Mrs. Weasley said.

"How in the world did I end up in the Weasley sitting room?" I asked no one in particular.

"Ye-Yes, how do you know that? I don't recall ever meeting you." Mr. Weasley said, scratching his head.

"Where did you come from?" Mrs. Weasley asked, ignoring her husband.

"I'm Marie Klem. I read about you and your family. Along with Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. I'm from Muggle London." Their faces dropped. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley turned to each other, muttering to themselves. I told them everything, from waking up in the morning, to reading the Harry Potter books after finding Melody and Tyler. As I told them about it, I looked around the room. I was lying on the sofa, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley on the armchairs, the children on the kitchen chairs they dragged in.

They asked about the books and I didn't answer, fearing that I could mess things up. I looked around the room, trying to find something else to talk about, but instead I met Fred's eyes. They were wonderful! Completely different from his brothers, just as I pictured they would look. He looked about 16 or 17.

"I must be in the Goblet of Fire." I thought.

"So you are a witch, aren't you?" Ron asked, "You did you use magic to get here, right?"

"Of course she knows magic!" Fred said. "Mum, can she use your wand to show Ronniekins that she can do magic?"

"No! Even if she can do magic, she can't do it outside of Hogwarts," Mrs. Weasley said.

"How old are you guys?" I asked, so I wouldn't let anything that hadn't happed yet come out of my big mouth.

"Sixteen." The twins said together, chills were sent up my spine.

"Fourteen." Ron said.

"Which makes you thirteen." I said to Ginny. She nodded, not knowing what to do exactly.

"How did you get here?" Mr. Weasley asked. I had forgotten him and his wife were in the room.

"I honestly have no idea. I just remember reading one of the books, and I fell asleep when I got to the fifth chapter. When I woke up I was here."

"So, you can Apperate?" The twins asked, giving me one of their infamous smirks.

"N-No," I said. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley gave me a 'something's-wrong-here' look. I wanted to prove myself but I had no idea how to.

There was a clicking noise coming from the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley went to see what it was, and when she returned she had two letters in her hand. One she handed to me; the other must have been for her. We both ripped into the envelopes. Mine was an acceptance letter from Hogwarts, I read it, smiling to myself. When I finished reading mine, Mrs. Weasley handed me her letter, she also had a smile on her face.

I read it aloud: "'Molly, Marie is telling nothing but the truth, but she has left some things out. And for good reason. Do not ask questions, for the answers will not comfort you. Everyone will find out in due time. She will help make your family stronger. As well as save many innocent lives, some being your children. She will need a place to stay, and I feel that the Burrow is the best place for her. If that is a problem, let me know, I can easily find somewhere else. There is muggle money in her bag, have her buy clothes with it; I will supply the money for her school things, including her robes. Albus Dumbledore.'" I was stunned, how did Dumbledore know this? I knew he was one of the greatest wizards alive, but I had no idea he was that clever, and for some odd reason I started to cry. The Weasley children surrounded me, giving me a huge hug, which made me feel right at home.

"Will I. Ever…get to… See my family again?" I asked between sobs. The tears started to stream harder from my eyes. I grabbed the closest thing I could get, which was Fred's robes, I held them tightly as I started to cry harder. As I clung to Fred's robes, everyone except George left.

"I'm not really sure, dear. Maybe once we get everything sorted out. We find out how you got here then, you might. I'll write to Dumbledore and see what he can do. But in the mean time, why not get settled in here." And with that Molly went to the kitchen. I closed my eyes and the first thing I saw was Tyler. He's strawberry-blonde hair, and his brilliant blue eyes. I couldn't help but cry, I really loved that boy. But all of that is ruined now; he didn't love me back.

"This is where I belong." I whispered, not taking my eyes off the floor.

"What do you mean?" George asked. "At the Burrow?" he said with a wink to his twin.

"Yes," I said, smiling back. There was something about Fred, was it the fact that he's more outgoing? Or the way his hair falls, or his smile, or those wonderful brow eyes? Wait. What was I doing? I just lost Tyler, and now I'm going after a Weasley twin? I need to take it one thing at a time. For all I know, this could be a dream.

"Can I be alone." I asked, feeling a bit uncomfortable, "I need to figure this all out." I lied. Well, half lied, I need to figure out what happened. They left, winking at me while they left, but Fred lingered for a few seconds and then fallowed his twin, smirking at me.

This is what I want isn't it? To be in the wizarding world with Fred Weasley? I asked myself, this is what I want, but… my mind trailed off. I missed my family, but this is where I belong. I looked around the room, it was more wonderful than I dreamt it was. I saw my bag sitting at the end of the sofa. I kept everything I would need in it. A change of cloths, pajamas, a notebook, wallet, sketchbook, pens, pencils, make-up, keys, and other stuff too. Just incase I would decide to spend the night at Melody's house.

I sat alone for a long time, just thinking things over. I heard a knock coming from the open door way. It was Fred.

"Marie, lunch is ready." Fred said. I stood up, and walked across the room. I tripped over the leg of the couch, and broke a lamp on the table next to it. I landed on the broken glass.

"I'm sorry." I said, blood pouring down my palms.. Mrs. Weasley came into the sitting room to see why it was taking us so long when she saw my arm, she grabbed her wand and the cuts disappeared.

"Figures, Fred. We get the klutz." George said, smiling.

"That was awful, George. You couldn't come up with anything else?" I asked, laughing.

"You could pass as one of my children." Mrs. Weasley said as she hugged me.

"I'm usually not this uncoordinated." I said, laughing.

"Sure." Fred said, dragging out the 'u', anyone who didn't understand the twins would have a fit and throw things, but this sarcasm was what I loved about them! So, naturally I couldn't help but smile.

"Go to the kitchen our food is getting cold. You look so peaky," She added to me. She made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches so I didn't see why it mattered if it got cold, seeing it was better that way, but whatever makes her happy. The sandwiches were slightly messy, so the middle oozed onto my lap; this made everyone laugh, including me.

"Arthur and I have decided to let you sleep in the Twins room, if you wish," Mrs. Weasley said, "We want you as comfortable as possible. Hermione will be staying in Ginny's room, and Harry in Ron's. Percy is too busy with work to have a room guest. I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind." I said smiling. This is a dream anyways. Mrs. Weasley would never allow this, if it wasn't a dream.

"Wicked." The twins said together.

"Now boys there will be rules! I think you can think of them off the top of your head. They don't take a lot of brains to figure out." Mrs. Weasley said, putting her hand on her hip. Mrs. Weasley rambled on about boys and girls staying together, but none us were listening.

A\N: I planed this one out, so hopefully this is better! Please review! I can use all the help I can get!