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Chapter 2

Ron sat there speechless. Then he started stuttering.

"I…I'm ss-so-ssssooorry. I didn't know, I was just following directions I…I…."

"I tuned out everything after that. I didn't want to hear it. I started thinking about the first home I went to. It was awful. There was a therapist was had to visit every morning and afternoon, and we had to take pills. Lots of pills. They made me feel like crap and they didn't stop anything. Finally my mom realized that after every one of her visits, I was just getting worse and worse. She decided to take me out and put me back in school. Of course the rumors sucked but I was beyond happy to see my best friends again.

That was three years ago. I hadn't gotten rid of the problems. Actually more kept coming, but I learned to control them around people, especially my mom. And now, thinking of what Ron did, all of my hard work had gone down the drain. Darn you Ron…I hate you…Damn you to hell!

**…**

Finally we were touching down on to the ground. Fred parked the car, and I was about to get out, when I was grabbed around both arms.

"I knew you Brits were strict, but I never thought you were so handsy" I grunted.

George laughed and kept hauling me up the hill to a HUGE house. It was tall, and slightly slanted like the leaning Tower of Pisa, but it looked really welcoming….

Then a lady came out, she was short, looked very angry, and was waving a piece of what looked like…parchment? in her hands.

"A NOTE!" she screeched "YOU LEAVE FOR THREE DAYS AND LEAVE ME A NOTE! AND WITH THE CAR NO LESS! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU NOT TO TAKE THE CA—" she stopped suddenly.

"George, why are you holding up a lady by her arms?" dead silence. The wind didn't even rustle anything, awkward... The woman, who I'm guessing was their mother, then looked at me. More like studied me. Her eyes then lit up in recognition.

"Arianya Dawn Grettle! Why! I haven't seen you in close to ten years! Ever since your father….well that's not important. Do come in!" she said excitedly. "and George, let go of her!"

"oh right!" he mumbled absently.

**…**

The Burrow was an interesting place. Besides being utterly crowded and ridiculously cluttered, It was familiar, and inviting. I remembered being here once. I touched the couch, and I got a flash, A quick image A little girl with long black hair smiling and fighting with a small red haired boy. I gasped. I have been here before. But how? I've never even been out of America. At least that's what mom told me…But I remember clearly, this is the Weasley's Burrow, where Aunt Molly would always make the most delicious meals, and I got cousin Ronnie in trouble ALL the time.

I took a deep breath and turn to Aunt Molly. "I remember this place, you're my Aunt—" I was interrupted by a loud squeal and a boyish laugh.

"RON! I'm so glad you invited us over the summer! The muggle world does get kind of boring after a while all you can do is watch TV and—" The frizzy brown haired girl looked at me shocked and confused. She awkwardly let go of Ron and took a slightly defensive stance.

"Who's this?" She asked Ron accusingly. Of course Ron started stuttering.

"Oh me? I'm just their cousin Ari, It's nice to meet you!" I said kindly.

"OH! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me, It's just I'm not used to seeing anyone but the Weasley's, myself, and Harry at the Burrow. I'm Hermoine Granger, and this" she motioned to the black haired boy behind me "is Harry Potter" She said calming down with a smile.

"Yeah guys this is my cousin Ari, she's gonna be going to Hogwarts with us this year" Ron said.

"Um….I don't know about all of that, but I do know I'm just visiting right? I'm going back home before the end of summer. I have to go to school" I looked around accusingly.

"Right which is why you're going to Hogwarts" Ron said quickly.

"No. It's why I'm going home before September to go to my school. It's a private school that I work very hard to attend, I can't just not show up. It would be unbelievably rude Ronald. And just because you're like two weeks older than me doesn't mean you can tell me where I can or can't go to school. Jerk." I was ranting, and when I looked up I realized that everyone was looking at me.

"What?" I asked.

"How did you know I was born two weeks before you?" Ron asked warily.

"I just remembered okay. I know we aren't related by blood, but I've been here before. I remember I used to call you Aunt Molly and cousin Ronnie. I just….remember okay? I'm going to my room" I then walked the familiar path up the stairs to my extra room, when I heard a whispered "How in the bloody hell did she remember all that?"