My Mission
Chapter 2 "The Burrow"

Oh no! Lucius had gotten in to the house, and there was Jen crumpled on the floor, she had been unable to hold him off.
I must crush these beans and nuts quickly! I tell Rachel that she'll go first, she knows when to get out. The Weasleys, hopefully, will be expecting us.
Finally, I crush everything in the bowl when I hear Lucius calling for us; "Girls?! Where are you? I won't hurt you."
I try very hard not to laugh at his comment. I motion for my sisters to remain quiet so that he cannot find us. Melissa gives me a look of total terror, her blue eyes tell it all.
I whisper to Rachel the rules again about Floo powder; to keep her elbows tucked in and such. "And remember to tell the Weasleys everything you know, well everything you know about what is happening, especially about our friend upstairs. Mrs. Weasley should be there, I hope."
Rachel moves everything near the fire, with a look of determination upon her face.
"Are you ready?" I say, hearing Lucius destroy the kitchen above us. Rachel nods her head, takes a pinch of the Floo Powder, and throws it into the fire and it turns bright green. I sigh with relief, it is doing what it is supposed to do. But the emotion quickly flees, Lucius's voice is booming above us. "GIRLS! GET HERE THIS INSTANT!"
Rachel takes her trunk and walks into the fire. "The burrow," she says in a would-be-casual voice, and she is suddenly gone.
I gesture for Melissa to step forward, I remind her of what she is supposed to do. She takes a pinch of Floo Powder but stands still.
"Melissa?!" I whisper waving a hand in front of her face. Her eyes become unglazed and she steps into the fire and says, as calm as one could be in this situation, "the burrow," and she too vanishes from sight.
The door to the basement opens. "OH GOD!" I gasp. {Or should I have said 'Good Gad?'}
I, as quickly as possible grab my trunk and a pinch of Floo Powder. I dump the remaining Floo Powder into the fire also, marveling at my stupidity. My heart is beating like a drum, I can hear footsteps coming down the stairs, and Lucius's voice "Girls?! Where are you? I'm here to help you."
I step into the fire and feel the tingling in my body, J.K. did really get this right didn't she, I think to myself.
"The burrow!" I say, and I catch a glimpse of Lucius's face as he opens the door, but I'm already leaving! But wait, I think, he can apparate can't he!
I tuck in my elbows and hold my trunk close, while watching the fireplaces fly by. Suddenly it seems to slow down and a bunch of red is swimming before my eyes. This must be my stop!
I push my way out of the fireplace, and due to the unknown fact that it was pushing me out to, I fell out, flat on my face.
"Allison!" Rachel and Melissa scream happily and rush over to me, enveloping me in a tight hug.
"Are you alright?" I ask the two of them.
"We're fine, how are you?" Melissa says.
"I'm okay, my nose hurts, that's some hard floor," I said rubbing my nose.
"I'm so happy that we are all okay! The Weasleys have been so kind," Rachel said gesturing to all the people with red hair, I notice the girl with brown frizzy hair, and the kid with the messy jet-black hair and wearing dark round glasses were sitting amongst them.
"Well what do you expect?" I say, "Mrs. Weasley always sends Harry, here, sweaters -- I mean—jumpers, for Christmas because he doesn't expect much. Though, now with 'Snuffles' around he's getting more." Harry's, Ron's, and Hermione's eyes were wide with shock.
"Wha-"Harry said, or at least who I assumed was Harry, he had the scar, he had too be.
"How did--"
"Sweater?"
"Ron that's a--"
"I don't–"
"You–"
"Snuffles?" Harry finally made himself heard over Ron and Hermione's arguing.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot! Silly me! There are books that Hermione, here, hasn't read!"
"WHAT? Wait, what's your name again?"
"Her name is Allison. Ron, don't you pay attention?"
"Oh! This is so cool!" I suddenly blurt out.
"You've got that right," Melissa says.
"It's umm…. Bloody Brilliant," Rachel says in Ron persona.
"What!" Hermione says again, "How do you know me? Sure, I expected you to know Harry, because everyone in the wizarding world knows him, even if you live in the United States."
"That's where you need to learn the details Hermione."
"Hermione?! Not know EVERYTHING?! You've got to be out of your head!" Ron says jumping to his feet.
"Sit down Ron, let me explain. Umm… Er… Maybe you should all sit down."

I take a deep breath, "Well, the Muggle world knows all about your first four years at Hogwarts."
"What?!"
"They do?"
"How?"
"J.K. Rowling," Rachel says as if it were common knowledge.
"J.K. who?"
"Who's that?"
"The author of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's – I mean Philosopher's Stone, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, and Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Personally I like the third one best, with uh, Snuffles and all."
"There are books about us?" said Ron moving his hands indicating Harry, Hermione and him.
"Oh yeah!" said Melissa.
"I cannot wait to see how everyone looks!" Rachel said, it seemed as if it was finally sinking in that they were real.
"And there is no way that you could modify the whole world's memory, it's a worldwide phenomenon. The weird thing is that we are muggles…. Though since I was informed that I was going to Hogwarts, I've been able to do simple spells. But as you know Percy's my tutor for the summer." Looking at the expressions on Ron and Harry's faces I quickly add, "Hey! At least he knows his stuff. And Hermione if you would help me too, I'd greatly appreciate it, I know how well you teach, seeing how you taught Harry to do a summoning charm in basically a night."
"Umm…. Thanks I guess."
"OH! Where are my manners! I haven't introduced myself. I'm Allison, I live in Wisconsin, USA. I'm 16 years old and my birthday is the 7th of March."
"6 days after Ron's!" Hermione said ecstatically, and then she went bright pink.
"Yes, and these are my two sisters Melissa --"
"I can introduce myself! I'm Melissa, I'm 13."
"And I'm Rachel, I'm 10. But Professor Dumbledore is letting me go to Hogwarts anyway…"
"Really?"
"Yeah, shocking isn't it? I don't know why, but he is. And I can't wait!"
"Oh no! Jen!" Melissa suddenly bursts out.
"OH! My God!" {What about 'Curse it'?}
"What? Who's Jen?"
"Um… the auror, she, um, got, uh, blasted by, Lu- Lucius, Lucius Malfoy," Melissa whispers.
"Harry!" I say holding out my arm stopping him, "first off, he wants to kill you, secondly he can kill you, he's a full grown wizard and, well, your not. I completely understand the hatred. He's a Death Eater after all, so naturally he wants to remove of you. I personally would hate to be Draco, living with that monster. I think I'd rather have no parents than who Draco has to live with. But Harry you can't risk your life like that, we just need to contact Ben or Wen to tell them that Jen has been attacked."
"What? One of the 'N' team's been attacked?" Ron asks.
"What? The 'N' team?" Rachel asks.
"We only hear Harry's thoughts," Melissa says. Harry looks panic stricken.
"Yeah, we know about your 'crush.' But don't worry your secret is safe with us."
"Who? Harry! You didn't tell me?" Hermione says.
"It's not as if you tell me," Harry retaliates.
Wanting to avoid an argument, I change the topic. "Ron, where can we get your dad?"
"Umm… Allison? The clock is right there," Melissa says.
"Yes, but that only tells us where he is; work, traveling, or, my personal favorite, mortal peril."
"Okay you know too much," Ron says.
"Don't worry. I get that all the time from him," Hermione says.
"Yes I know," I said. "I'm a self proclaimed Potteraholic… maybe I'm a Weasleyaholic, Ron, here, is my favorite character. Though this is going to be so bizarre. But what I need is a computer, my friends back home would love to hear about this."
"A what?" Ron asks.
"It's a muggle thing that can do lots of things, it makes a lot of us lazy. Oh! And email! That's faster than Owl Post. All you do is click send and BOOM! The mail is at the person's computer," Melissa, the computer genius, explains.
"Really? I'm gonna have to get me one of those," Ron says.
"Ron, it won't work in your house, it's too magical…it's just like how you cannot apparate or disapparate on Hogwarts grounds," I say.
"You can't?"
"Aaaahhhhhh! How many times do I have to tell you that?" says Hermione.
"Aaaahhhhhh! How many times does Hermione have to tell you that?" I say at the same time. We both begin to laugh, it seems that now Hermione and I are getting along, before it had seemed that we weren't, she probably was upset that I knew stuff, more than she did.