A/N: This takes place about an hour after the first chapter, in present time so Emmalina will be describing events as they happen, Dumbledore just disapparated them to right outside the borders of The Burrow... Just saying in case you don't get that from the dialogue...
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"This is The Burrow?" My sister asks Dumbledore.
"Yes." He replies, leading us up the large hill. As we make our way to the door, I take in my surroundings.
The Burrow had a small yard at the front of the house, with a garage and a chicken coop and a sign in the ground read "The Burrow" by what appeared to be the main entrance. The building itself had several crooked stories attached to it. Four or five chimneys dotted the roof of the house, and the entire building looked like it could fall apart at any moment.
We reach the door and I grab my sister's left hand with my right and pull her next to me, behind Dumbledore.
"Please wait for my signal to talk, " I whisper to her, "I'm here for you, not our brother, and I don't trust these people." She nods and squeezes my hand in response, knowing that I really am doing this for her and, though she knows I would never demand it, she feels as though she owes me for this.
Dumbledore knocks on the door, which is opened a moment later by a portly, red haired, lady in an apron.
"Albus!" She exclaims, causing me to instinctively shift my hand back, moving my sister to a more hidden position. The woman looks at us and continues, "And you two must be the twins! Well, come in, come in. I won't bite."
I'm not so sure about that last part...
Dumbledore steps back as the woman moves to let us through the door.
"I must be off," he proclaims, "I've got other business to attend to." He sets off down the hill but I don't dare turn my back to the woman in order to watch him, like my over-curious sister. The woman motions us forward and leads us through the house. I hear quiet voices that gradually get louder until we turn the final corner and they see us. The voices go perfectly silent, which is strange considering there are 9 people at the table. My eyes roam over the lively group and I see a pair of cute, redheaded twins. I squeeze my sisters hand and look back at her, only to see her staring intently at something. I follow her gaze and I see the boy she's obviously looking at.
He has unruly black hair piled on top of his head and bright green eyes, both of which match my sister and I (except, of course, the fact that our hair is almost waist length and curly.) Even though he's sitting down, I can tell he's skinny and lithe, though it's also obvious that he doesn't know it. His hair is in such a way at the moment that I can see a hint of a scar. This is our brother.
I feel my sister's hand release mine only to close around my arm, along with the other hand. She clutches to me as I look over at the woman then back at the people around the table. Then I speak.