Hey guys, so this is a new fan fic that I'm trying out, basically because it keeps replaying in my head. Also, those of you who have been kind enough to review my Hobbit story, thank you! I promise I am in the process of writing another chapter. RL got in the way, so sorry about the quietness on that front. Shall endeavor to have it up by this weekend! I hope you enjoy this story :)

*Disclaimer* I own nothing of the Harry Potter world, only my OC.

She walked down the track, contemplating that perhaps heeled boots weren't the best choice of footwear for this expedition. Looking down the track, towards the house rising up, she breathed a sigh of relief. *Not much further then* She trudged on, keeping her eyes on the house, knowing that every step took her closer towards the people she loved and further away from the ones who she couldn't trust anymore.

Arriving at the door, she knocked, quickly, before she changed her mind. Even though she knew she was always welcome and had been invited to stay many times, deep down, she couldn't help feeling she might not be welcomed. After all, she had been turned away from the last house she thought had contained, people who loved her.

She waited, allowing a minute to pass before she knocked again.

"Hang on, I'm coming," rang a voice.

The door opened. A lovely, plump lady stood in the doorway, with a kind smile on her face.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Ah, well, um, I….I…..ah," the girl's voice trailed off.

"What's your name dear?" the kind lady asked.

"Rosealina," the girl replied.

"Oh!" the lady's eyes widened in understanding. "Please darling, come in. I'm Mrs. Weasley, of course, lovely to finally meet you, heard all about you, all lovely stuff, of course, nothing terrible, leave your bags there, we'll get them later. Oh! Did they know you were coming?" Mrs. Weasley asked, talking and inquiring in one fast breath.

"Ah, no," Rosealina replied. "No, it was kind of a last minute thing, thought maybe a surprise would be fun."

"Ah," Molly's eyes twinkled. "Of course. This should be interesting then. Come on through, everyone is out in the backyard playing Quidditch."

Rose and Molly walked through, Rose's eyes trying to take in all the different magical things happening, pots on the cooktop, spoons stirring them, knitting clacking away, making what looked like socks in red and gold, and the clock, switching positions. Rose noticed that her name had appeared on the visitor handle, showing her as 'home'.

She switched her attention to Molly, who had been narrating the whole time.

"So obviously we're going through the kitchen and family room, stairs lead upstairs to the bedrooms and bathrooms, and this door here, leads out to the backyard," Molly paused, opening the door to the outside.

"Give them a minute, I think Fred is about to try and score a goal, and it wouldn't be fair if we distracted him," Molly said, smiling up at her children.

"I wonder if they will be happy to see me," Rose muttered quietly to herself.

Molly gave her a quick, surprised looked, then looked back up at her children.

Rose looked up, seeing one ginger twin duck past his younger brother, to score a goal.

"YES!" came the double cry of triumph, the two twins high-fiving each other as they passed.

"Bloody unfair!" came the younger brother's shout.

"Ronald, don't you use that language in front of myself and this lovely guest!" Molly shouted up at him.

Everyone in the air stopped playing, and looked down at their mother, to see who was this lovely guest.

"Roza," Fred heard George breath in surprise.

He took it upon himself to be slightly more enthusiastic and louder.

"ROSE"! Came Fred's shout down to Rose and Molly.

"Guess they are happy to see you, dear," Molly said.

Rose smiled, slightly unsure, but a little relieved that at least Fred was happy to see her.

I know, possibly terrible beginning, but this little scene has just been running a loop through my head constantly! Please review if you like.