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Chapter 1

My hands were hot. My face was sticky with sweat. I opened my eyes to see smoke billowing around me. The sky above was a dark grey. I pushed myself into sitting position and took in my surroundings. In my right hand was a bow. In my left a stick. Looking more closely, I realized the stick had been carved. Recognizing it was probably important, I stowed it in my black combat boot.

My face was wet with tears that I don't remember shedding. A long scratch ran down my calf, but there was no memory to accompany it. My knuckles were bloody from beating something I couldn't recall. I was a mess. Taking a calming breath I looked around.

Tents were ablaze and in the distance I made out what looked like a stadium, it was hard to see through the smog. Then everything that was happening hit me and my arms suddenly became weak. I flopped back down on the charred grass.

I was in the middle of nowhere with no memory of anything. How would I survive? What happened. How did I get here? It was all I could do not to break down right there. Pull it together! I scolded myself. Taking a shaky breath, I attempted to sit up, but failed.

"Stop!" someone yelled. I froze and a hazy shape was just visible through the fog. Before I knew what had happened I had pulled myself into a crouch with the bow at the ready and an arrow already notched. How did I do that?

"STOP! That's my son!" The voice, obviously male, continued to yell. My brain relaxed, recognizing the threat had passed, but my body remained tense. I started silently slipping away from the people in the fog. Slowly inching away had worked well until I stepped onto something…. or someone. I bit back a scream as I whipped around to find a green, little, dwarf-elf type creature. It wore a filthy pillowcase and before I could bolt a hand covered my mouth.

My body reacted before my mind could even process what was happening. Crushing his foot with a stomp and biting as hard as I could. I tasted copper and knew he was bleeding but my jaws stayed locked on his skin. My elbow jammed into his gut. At this point he was screaming bloody murder and let me go. I swept his legs out from under him. He fell heavily.

My mind finally caught up when I had my stick pointed at his throat. Oh great. I'll just put the wand away and help him up, then I can apologize. My body remained tense and alert. I heard running and turned to go, but someone stood in my way. Soon I was surrounded by wizards. I was thankful of the darkness, so they couldn't see my face.

I dropped the wand and put my hands above my head in surrender.

"Grab him!" They thought I was a guy.

"Stop!" I cried. Well, it worked. Everyone stopped. I looked up at the sky to see a skeleton head with a snake coming out of it's mouth. I mentally noted that that was called a Dark Mark "I didn't do anything! I swear."

"Didn't do anything!" Someone said, helping the man on the ground regain his feet. "Didn't do anything! Amos was attacked! I think that's enough ground for a trial."

"He attacked me! It was self-defense!" I insisted. Everything rested on making them believe this. I don't know how I knew that but I did. "I was running and I stepped on a body over there." I pointed to the motionless heap on the ground.

They took the green dwarf elf out of the bush it was laying half under.

"Ennervate!" The elf stirred and sat up. It was an obvious female now that I get a good look. Her brown eyes were wide with fear. And she was shaking like a leaf. I was more interested in the spell. I looked at the stick in my hand. Or rather, the wand in my hand. Interesting. The man who I pushed down - Amos barked at the elf. "Elf! Do you know who I am? I'm a member of the Department for the Regulation and control of Magical Creatures!" Well that made no sense, but it did scare the elf to death.

"As you see, elf, the Dark Mark was conjured here a short while ago, and you were discovered moments later, right beneath it! An explanation, if you please!"

"I-I-I is not doing it, sir!" The elf said. "I is not know how, sir!" She looked like she was going to wet herself. I was surprised when the feeling of disgust bubbled into my stomach. I had no compassion, good to know.

"You were found with a wand in your hand!" Amos brandished the wand.

"Hey - that's mine!" The boy was easily two years younger than me with black hair and green eyes. Wait, how was it possible I could see him? Actually, I could see all of them clear as day. Weird.

"Excuse me?" Amos asked.

"That's my wand!" The boy said. Harry Potter. The name floated around inside my head, matching itself to the face. I didn't know how I knew, I just did. "I dropped it!"

"You dropped it? Is this a confession? You threw it aside after you confused the Mark?" Amos pressed. I rolled my eyes.

"Amos, think who you're talking to!" The adult ginger beat me to it. "Is Harry Potter likely to confuse the Dark Mark?"

"Er-of course not," Amos mumbled. "Sorry… carried away…" They were getting no where.

How is it possible I don't remember my own life before waking up in the blackened grass? Where did I come from? I'm going to have to make up a story to tell everyone. A lie. Time to test my lying abilities. When they ask me, though. Why am I not scared? Why do I feel excited instead of worried. How did I know how to do those things to that man? I don't understand.

Shutting my eyes tightly, I tried to grasp anything I could in my mind, but it was like trying to find a fish in a puddle. Impossible. Then, without warning an image projected onto the back of my closed eyelids. A pair of eyes. A very pale blue, almost grey actually. I would have liked those eyes if my stomach hadn't twisted with hatred that made my skin boil.

"HEY!" I was snapped back to the present and the image of the eyes disappeared.

"Who are you?"

A name floated into my head in answer to his question. "Serena Williams." I quickly made up a last name.

"What should we do with her?"

"I say we try her at court! She attacked me!"

"It was self defense!"

"She's a child!"

"She can't be older than 16!"

"I'm supposed to attend a school called Hogwarts." I added, trying to sound as meek as possible. Everyone stared at me.

"Well that changes things." Amos said. "Do you have your admission letter?" My hand reached into my coat pocket and pulled out a crumpled letter. Amos scanned the letter and handed it back.

"I'll take her back with me and then give her a ride to platform 9 3/4" The ginger said smiling at me. "It will be no trouble at all. We have a spare room. I'm Arthur Weasley." He held out his hand and I shook it, smiling at him.

"Thank you, sir." I nodded respectfully.

"Come on, you three." Arthur said to Harry and his two friends. One was obviously Arthur's son and the other one was female and obviously the three weren't related by blood.

"What's going to happen to Winky?" The girl asked fearfully. Winky must be the elf. Why did she care what happened? That elf deserved to get punished. What a disgrace the sniveling, green elf had been to it's master.

"I don't know." Said Arthur.

"The way they were treating her!" The girl said furiously, her face growing red. "Mr. Diggory called her elf all the time… and Mr. Crouch! He knows she didn't do it and he's still going to sack her! He didn't care how frightened she'd been, or how upset she was - it was like she wasn't even human!"

"Well, she's not." the ginger kid said. I rolled my eyes and thought about my story. It came to me like I'd already rehearsed it. I'd received my letter to Hogwarts, but my abusive muggle parents wouldn't let me go so I stole their credit card and ran. I come from America, Florida to be exact. I've been wandering for days. Brilliant.

Arthur stopped in front of two tents. I walked behind Arthur, Harry, Ginger, and girl and moved silently. We entered the tent and it was bigger on the inside then it was on the outside.

"Did you get them, Dad?" asked another ginger. Geez they were everywhere! "The person who conjured the Mark?"

"No." Arthur said. "We found Barty Crouch's elf holding Harry's wand, but we're none the wiser about who actually conjured the Mark."

"What?" asked three of the gingers together in absolute shock.

"Harry's wand?" I found myself staring at the boy who'd spoken. Just like with Harry, a name drifted into my head, matching itself to the face. Fred Weasley. I smiled at the name. He was handsome with freckles dotting his cheeks and nose. He had brown eyes and reddish hair. So he wasn't completely ginger. His gaze drifted and he caught me watching him. He smirked at him and I smirked back before looking away and raising my chin defiantly. I felt his gaze still on me and I looked back and smirked. He mirrored my movements earlier and smirked then looked away. I rolled my eyes and hid my small smile.

My eyes instead slipped past Fred to his obvious twin. There were slight differences; denser freckles, Fred's eyes held more of a hazelish glint. I turned my attention back to the matter at hand.

"Death Eaters?" said Harry "What are Death Eaters?"

"It's what You-Know-Who's supporters called themselves. I think we saw what's left of them tonight - the ones who managed to keep themselves out of Azkaban, anyway."

"Yeah, I bet it was! Dad, we met Draco Malfoy in the woods, and he as good as told us his dad was one of those nutters in masks! And we all know the Malfoys were right in with You-Know-Who!"

"But what were Voldemort's supporters -" Harry started and everyone flinched but me. What was going on here. "Sorry, what were You-Know-Who's supporters up to, levitating Muggles? I mean, what was the point?"

"Okay, so say, for arguments sake, that I don't-know-who. Hypothetically, what would you say then?" I spoke up, finally getting fed up with all the confusion. Fred and George tried to hide their laughs with coughs.

"Oh! Forgive me, this is…" Arthur looked at me apologetically and I stifled an eye roll.

"Serena Williams." I told them with a slightly forced smile.

"Bill Weasley." One of the gingers said, smiling. Shaking his outstretched hand, I smiled back at him. Fred came next.

He bowed almost to the floor. "Fred Weasley at your service. And this is George, Charlie, Ginny, Hermionie, and Harry. Oh and Percy." He wrinkled his nose as he said Percy's name.

"Thanks for the introduction." I said like it was nothing. George was glaring at him.

"Since that might've been confusing I'm George. The better looking twin." George pushed his brother aside. My smile froze on the word twin. Did I have a twin? Is that why my body froze? Ugh! Damn this memory loss!

"Thanks, but I think I've got everyone's name down."

"Listen, it's very late, and if your mother hears what's happened she'll be worried sick. We'll get a few more hours sleep and then try and get an early Portkey out of here."

"Ginny, if you would show Serena a spare bed."

"Dad, we don't have a spare bed." Arthur's blanched.

"It's fine. I can sleep on the floor for one night."

"Nonsense. We'll find an arrangement." I shrugged at Arthur's words. I knew I should probably call him Mr. Weasley because I was only sixteen, but I had been brought up to call people by there first name. I have? I desperately grabbed that thought, but it slid through my fingers and disappeared. I scowled in frustration.

"Come on." Ten minutes later I was lying on the floor with the blanket they had given me discarded on the floor. My back was propped up against the wall of the tent. Sleep found me easier than I would have though considering everything that had happened. I drifted off thinking about Voldemort