The books didn't do Mrs. Weasley justice. Despite her short plump figure, she looked pretty intimidating. I knew this was someone I didn't want to cross. With one look we were all standing up straight and dusting our clothes off.

I could definitely see her killing Bellatrix. Speaking of which, that reminded me.

"Uh, hi mum."

"We were umm…" George trailed off. I saved him by turning her attention on me.

"Uh Mrs. Weasley I didn't mean to bother you. I am just looking for Albus Dumbledore." I asked timidly.

"Dumbledore?" She asked sternly. Of course she was skeptical; Dumbledore didn't exactly take house calls for just anybody. But I had a strong feeling that he would help me.

"Yes, you see I am lost and he is probably the only one that can help me." I must have looked pretty pitiful because her face softened.

"Oh, I'm sorry my dear. I hope he can help you." She looked to see if I was alone. "Would you like to come inside, I'm sure we have room for an extra place at dinner. What did you say your name was?"

Mrs. Weasley fussed over me, and I was kinda surprised. She really did care about everyone else's problems. But she had asked me to stay for dinner; according to Harry Potter her meals were awesome. She had also asked me my name. A name, I needed a name. Think, Think, Think.

I smiled. I sounded like Winnie the Pooh. He always said 'Think, Think, Think.'

After a moment's hesitation; I knew exactly what my name would be. Bellatrix was a pureblood name and the Weasley's would recognize it immediately not only because of that but because of her crime record. So I couldn't use that. But I could use a nickname of it.

Would have to be something nobody else had or I could get into a heap of unwanted attention. I thought back through all the books trying to find an unused last name. Suddenly I remembered a name that went back centuries. Peverell. It was unused, and it had a certain ring to it. Trixy Peverell.

Trixy. If the real Bellatrix knew I was butchering her name, I would probably be as insane as the Longbottoms.

"Trixy; Trixy Peverell." I told her warmly. She motioned for me to come inside and I did so. Fred and George were trying to sneak away but Mrs. Weasly had hawk eyes. "Fred, George, don't think you're off the hook, come inside and wash up for dinner."

They groaned and moaned but followed their mother inside. The inside of the house was just as good as the book described it. I even passed the clock that didn't tell time, but where each family member is. I smelled warm chicken and roasted potatoes.

Mrs. Weasley led me to the kitchen and conjured an extra chair. It was so amazing seeing magic. I helped Fred and George set the table.

Mrs. Weasley was dishing the food onto the appropriate plates when she asked me a few questions. "So Trixy, are you attending Hogwarts?" She was probably trying to find out why in the world I showed up by the door.

I frowned; theoretically I was 11 and a witch. I proved I could do magic earlier with the Lumos spell. I should be able to go to Hogwarts but it wasn't like I got an acceptance letter or anything. I sighed, wouldn't it be great to get an acceptance letter?

"Um, I'm not sure ma'am. That's why I need to talk to Dumbledore." I said vaguely.

"Oh, alright. What were you doing by the pond?" She asked me.

Great, another lie. I could claim to have amnesia. That could work. "I'm not too sure. One second I was… home… and another I was in a pond and meeting Fred and George."

Mrs. Weasley frowned over at me, "Who were you with? Did you touch a port key?"

I suppose the coin could have been a port key, however unlikely. "I think so, everything's really fuzzy." I said hoping she wouldn't ask many more questions.

"Why do you need Dumbledore?" Oh well, so much for no more questions.

"Um…he sorta knows where I live and can help me… um… restore my memory." I said hoping she would buy it.

She didn't look convinced but let it go. Instead she told me about herself. "We have a rather large family. Our oldest Bill isn't here but Charlie, our second oldest is. He just graduated from Hogwarts, you know."

Fred groaned, "Come on mum, you don't have to tell complete strangers that your son just graduated Hogwarts."

She looked genuinely puzzled, "Why not?"

George picked up the conversation, "Well mum, it's not that big of a deal for other people."

Fred spoke, "It's also…"

George now, "Kind of…

The both spoke, "Bragging."

She just shook her head and muttered under her breath. I smiled enjoying the antics. "You know mum…" Fred told her. "What if we didn't graduate Hogwarts?"

I grinned inwardly, were they already making plans to skip graduation?

"Will you still brag about us?" George added.

"That's utter nonsense, why wouldn't you graduate? You both are so smart and I know you will do well." She told them.

Suddenly Arthur Weasley walked in. He looked a bit surprised to see me, but covered his shock well. "Is that a muggle coat?" He asked excitedly. I bit my lip to keep from laughing, I totally forgot about Arthur Weasley.

I started to explain the difference between jackets and coats, while Molly put the food on the table. Just as I was finishing Percy walked in. He wasn't like I imagined him; he didn't look at all that snobbish or dorky.

Molly hurriedly introduced me to him. "Percy, this is Trixy. She will be staying for dinner. She has business with headmaster Dumbledore."

Percy nodded and sat down, a good distance from the twins, I noticed. Molly started chattering with Arthur and Fred and George were bickering about some sort of candy, so it was just me and Percy staring awkwardly at each other.

"So…" I said trying to break the tension. "You attend Hogwarts."

"Yes." He said flatly. Well, he wasn't very talkative.

"Do you enjoy school?" I prodded.

He nodded, "My favorite class is Transfiguration." I smiled. "I like that class too."

He frowned, "Do you go to Hogwarts? I don't recognize you." Oops another slip. Quick, I need to think.

"No… you see… I have heard a lot about it though."

He nodded accepting my story; I needed to get a grip on the slip ups. "What business do you have with Dumbledore?"

This time I had a ready answer. "I have a big personal problem that only he can fix."

I could tell Percy was curious but too nice to pry. I really didn't see why J.K Rowling portrayed him in a bad light. Besides the fact that he took the ministry's side over Harry's word that You Know Who was back. Besides that he seemed alright.

Saving any further awkward conversation, Charlie walked in with Ginny on his shoulders. Ron was following behind laughing at something he had said.

"Charlie!" Molly exclaimed. She ran forward and hugged him. He set Ginny down and helped her with last dinner arrangement. He looked surprised to see someone else at his house. I gave him a sheepish wave.

Ginny tapped me on the shoulder. "Who're you?" She asked; I could see Ron listening too.

"My name's Trixy. I'm staying for dinner."

"Can I sit by you?" She patted the seat next to mine.

I nodded and she sat gleefully. Ron took the other seat next to mine. Soon we were eating. It was really awkward at first, but Fred and George served as the comic relief and dinner was off to a start. It was wonderfully cooked and once passed the awkwardness everyone was fun to talk to.

In fact I was in a heated discussion over whether dragon purses should be legal with Charlie. Ginny soon grew bored listening and tried to interrupt. After her third attempt I let her and started to talk about Hogwarts with her.

It was obvious she really wanted to go. When I spoke to Ron about it, he seemed more unsure and nervous.

Some great person, I can't remember who, said that all good things must end. Well, same thing happened with dinner. I didn't have anywhere to go and I grew more and more nervous. Would she let me stay? Would she throw me out?

I offered to help with dishes, but she quickly dismissed my efforts to help. Instead she waved her wand and some invisible force was doing them.

Charlie and Ron went upstairs; Ginny pulled her father away to look at something. That left me, Fred and George and Molly Weasley. I stood awkwardly in the corner.

I cleared my throat attempting to speak. "Thank you for the lovely dinner Mrs. Weasley. Do you know how I can find Dumbledore?" I asked politely.

She beamed at my complement "Oh it was no trouble at all dear. You do know Dumbledore is a very important man and has to run a school as well as deal with the ministry too, right?"

I grimaced. "It's just that I really need him."

"Sweetie, where are your parents?" She asked.

"I-I don't know." I choked out. Everything that had happened that day finally dawned on me. My parents didn't exist, my friends didn't exist, and I didn't exist. I was in the body of 11 year old Bellatrix. How messed up was that?

I guess I broke down.

Before I knew it I was sobbing out my story and Mrs. Weasley had gathered me in her arms.

I think I said something like,

"I don't know*choking sob*… there all gone*choking sob*…and magic*choking sob*… go home."

She whispered comforting words into my ear and patted my back.

She called over her shoulder, "Fred, George? Go upstairs." I forgot they were even there. I was glad that she made them leave though.

After what felt like an eternity my sobs subsided and felt better. Crying will do that to you, you know.

She summoned a cup of water and gave it to me. "I'm sorry dear; I didn't get a word of that. Could you start over?"

I contemplated it. It would be nice to not keep secrets around someone, she would believe me better and might let me stay. She would be motivated to get Dumbledore also. But would she believe me?

It was worth a shot. I nodded and began my story, "…Then I was eating dinner with you guys and joking with Fred and George. That about raps it up." I blew my nose.

Mrs. Weasley had remained patient throughout the whole thing, but I could tell she wanted to ask questions. "So you're from America?"

"Yup. Texan born and raised." She gave me a funny look but continued on.

"And you know the future because the wizard world is a book serious?"

I deftly nodded. "I know roughly nine years into the future."

"So you are in the body of 11 year old Bellatrix Lestrange?" She really didn't believe me on this one, I could see it in her eyes. Maybe my disguise had worked better than I thought.

I took of the coat and sunglasses. Pulled free the hair ties and tried to make myself look like when I had arrived. I mussed up my hair and gave her my best cold stare.

Mrs. Weasley gasped and stepped away from me.

She grasped her wand and pointed it menacingly at me. Great, exactly what I wanted to avoid. I held my hands up and set my wand on the table to show that I didn't have any weapons.

"I've never hurt anyone; I'm lost and stuck in someone else's shoes." I pleaded. Maybe if I turned on the water works again… but no, she wouldn't fall for that.

"Give me one reason, why I shouldn't call the ministry on you!" She said in a deadly quiet voice. I racked my brains. What would convince her?

Then, "Mum? What are you doing?" I glanced back over at the kitchen door to see two almost identical boys staring at their mother in confusion, great timing.

"Fred, George, go to your room now." She commanded. They didn't move; they were staring at me with terrified eyes. They had probably never seen their mother this scary.

"Boys, now." She said not taking her eyes off me.

"Go." I said softly. They snapped out of it and hurriedly ran to their room. I could hear their feet pounding on the stairs.

"I'm still waiting for a reason." She said to me. Think, what would Bellatrix Lestrange never do? She was so wacked that she would do anything; she insulted anyone, she would grovel for the dark lord. She used the worst language and tortured people who dared to say 'I love muggles'.

That's it!

Bellatrix Lestrange would never admit to be a muggle. I smiled in triumph and answered Mrs. Weasley.

"Bellatrix Lestrange would never admit to being a muggle. I am a muggle, my parents are muggles and my friends are muggles." I said confidently.

She looked conflicted but didn't lower her wand. "Bellatrix Lestrange will also do anything to get out of a situation alive." She said desperately.

I threw my hands up in the air. "Fine. Don't believe me. Use veritaserum on me."

Mrs. Weasley bit her lip. "Veritaserum is hard to make. Not many people have it on hand."

I grinned; I knew who would have it on hand. Severus Snape. I smothered my need to start fan-girling over him right then and there. I was going to meet SEVERUS SNAPE.

"I know someone who would have it." I said with glee. Mrs. Weasley saw the mirth on my face and also smiled,

"Really, who?"

"Severus Snape." I sing-songed. "But before you contact him, I suggest you contact Dumbledore first because Snape will listen to him."

She nodded. But then looked apologetic, "You do know that if you are Bellatrix Lestrange I can't leave you alone without being incapacitated?"

"Absolutely, tie me up if you need to."

She smirked. "I just might do that."

She conjured ropes and tied me to a chair. I couldn't budge. I frowned; I hadn't expected it to be this uncomfortable. Oh well, there is a first time for everything.

She began writing the letter. And was about to send it when I stopped her. "Can you write EMERGEMCY on the envelope? It would draw his attention, much quicker than if it did not."

She gave me a small smile, "Clever, that just might work." She proceeded to do so with bright red ink.

After she gave it to the owl and it took off she turned her attention back to me. She looked puzzled for a moment and then muttered something and went into the other room.

I waited for her to come back. When she did she was holding a gargantuan book. With a closer inspection I realized it was a scrapbook.

She started leafing through it.

She hmphed in triumph and pointed to a page. She moved so I could see.

The page she was pointing at was depicting a family of five. It was Bellatrix's family. The picture was moving, it was the first moving picture I had seen and it was fascinating.

At first glance they were all sitting orderly with proud looks on their faces, but then they moved and laughed at some silent joke. Bellatrix looked to be about 14 to 15.

Young Bellatrix was wearing an emerald green dress, Andromeda was almost a carbon copy of her sister but if you looked close enough, there were differences. She was wearing a blood red dress that fit her figure nicely. The last and youngest looking was Narcissa. The blonde beauty looked so innocent. It was hard to imagine her as serious and beaten as she was in the last few movies. She was wearing a sky blue dress.

If the parents were anything, they were proud. They stared at their daughters with love and pride. This must have been taken before Andromeda was disowned.

Mrs. Weasley interrupted my inner thoughts. "You really are her." She said pointing to another picture. This one was of her with her wand in Diagon Alley. She looked at least 11, so it was new. I looked at the caption written in perfect cursive.

'Bella's first trip to Diagon Ally.' She looked so excited and happy. Her sister Andromeda was looking on with a nostalgic look on her face. It seemed so impossible that that little girl would turn in to an insane killer.

"The likeliness is remarkable." Murmured Mrs. Weasley flipping the page again. "My uncle Ignatius married into the Black family. Bellatrix is somewhat a second cousin twice removed, I think. Arthur's father also married into it, but his mother was disowned, poor dear."

I wonder… I knew she was related to Sirius Black, but I didn't know how close. "Are you related to Sirius Black as well?" I asked trying to sound innocent.

She stiffened and slammed the scrapbook shut. She quickly shelved it next to some other dusty books. "Sirius Black is a monster. He sold out Lily and James Potter and killed twelve innocent muggles. But yes, my uncles' brother-in-law is Sirius Black's father."

She took a deep breath and cleared her throat. "So I assume that you need to get home as soon as possible." It was a statement not a question, but I nodded any way.

"I want to see my family again." I did truly miss them.

"I do apologize, if you turn out to be just a little girl in the wrong situation." She said after a pause.

"Apology accepted, what would anyone else do if they saw Bellatrix Lestrange.?"

"Point taken."

We lapsed into a comfortable silence, until Fred and George poked their heads in the room.

Molly Weasley didn't notice them, "Hi guys" I said loudly from my tied up position.

They jumped in equal surprise and Molly nearly fell out of her chair.

"Uh, hi Trix. Why are you umm, tied up?" George asked.

I smirked; it was time to get even. "That's a very good question. Isn't it Mrs. Weasley?" I grinned innocently.

In turn she shot daggers at me with her eyes. "Well, Fred…"

"My name isn't Fred. I'm George, honestly women. And you call yourself our mother." He shook his head.

"Sorry George dear, it's hard to see without the light on. Speaking of which could you turn the light on?"

He consented and Molly Weasley continued, "Well, Trixy is supposedly in Bellatrix Lestrange's body and needs help getting home. She doesn't come from this world but another one. And to wrap it up she is a muggle."

The burst out laughing. "Hah, mum that was a good one."

"That was the best joke you've said in years."

Fred wiped a tear from his eye.

"I'm not kidding, and what do you mean that was my best joke in years?" She declared.

"What do you mean?" George asked.

"Wasn't Bellatrix that mental cousin you had?" Fred asked.

"I thought she was in Azkaban?" George added.

I needed to remind them that I was still here. "Uh, hello? Guys she's right. I really am stuck in her 11 year old body I can assume that the real Bellatrix is still in Azkaban. I am from a world where everyone can read about the wizarding world."

"So you're not a seer?" Fred asked disappointed.

I raised my eyebrows. "No."

"Ah rats!" George exclaimed.

"But I do know a little bit of the future." I added. That ought to cheer them up.

It did. Their faces lit up like twin Christmas trees. I laughed.

"So then why are you tied up?" George asked.

"Your mother believes that I could actually be Bellatrix Lestrange." I said sourly tugging on my bindings.

"I'm not a hundred percent sure." She protested. "I just need a little bit of truth serum and then I can believe you."

"Bingo." I said. They all looked at me. "It's a muggle thing." I explained. The look they gave me said they didn't believe me.

"Out of curiosity, where is the rest of the family?" I said dryly. You would have thought they would have heard something or the twins would have alerted them by now.

George and Fred had sheepish grins on their faces so I knew something was up. "Well, Dad had a headache and took a dreamless sleep draught. We slipped Charlie a sleepy slug in his food. We were testing it out for our joke shop."

"You two are still going on about that joke shop?" Molly asked her sons.

They nodded. "Ginny and Ron are sound sleepers and Percy has a mufflioto charm on his room.

I shook my head exasperated. "Were waiting for a letter back from Dumbledore too." I told the twins.

"Cool."

"We can meet Dumbledore?"

"The greatest Wizard of all time?"

Molly silenced them with her wand. "He is bringing a truth serum so I know that she is who she says she is." Then she shook her head. "We don't even know if he will come."

Suddenly an owl swooped in through the window startling Mrs. Weasley. It dropped a letter in Fred's lap. He reached down and took it. His face broke into a broad grin, "It's my Hogwarts letter!" he said excitedly.

He opened it quickly and read off the supply list.

George looked upset. "Where's my letter?"

Molly turned towards him to say something, but then another owl swooped in startling her again. It was George's letter. He quickly opened his to and compared it to his twins.

I wriggled under the bindings. I was getting itchy and I had to go to the bathroom. "Uh, Mrs. Weasley?"

"Yes dear?" She tore herself away from staring proudly at her sons.

"I sorta have to go to the bathroom and I'm very uncomfortable. Can you untie me? Without a wand I can't do anything."

She looked conflicted, but finally convinced herself that I couldn't do anything harmful. She untied me and waved her wand. I instantly felt relieved; I didn't know there was a spell for the bathroom too. I wonder why J.K Rowling didn't mention it.

I sat back down in the chair that had formally held me captive. It was quite comfy without rope. Then a third owl whooshed in but Mrs. Weasley was ready for it. Instead of going to her, it went to me.

It dropped a letter in my lap. I picked it up with shaky hands. It had a Hogwarts seal on it.

It was even addressed to me.

Miss T. Peverell

The duck pond near the burrow

Number 22 Ottery St. Catchpole

Devon, England.

I smiled weakly at the duck pond part. It was true; it was the first place I'd been in the magical world. I guess it was considered my home.

I opened it slowly.

"I thought you said you were a muggle?" George said as he peered over my shoulder.

"I am. Until I was in Bellatrix's body. I guess this means for all intents and purposes I am a witch." The words didn't sound right in my mouth.

I unfolded the letter and read the inside.

It was the same as Harry's in book one. But then in fine print at the bottom I saw a little note inked in.

Miss Peverell, we are sorry to hear about your situation and are coming in the morning. Please stay put. Wish you the best - M. Mcgonagall.

I gave my letter to Molly Weasley and she read the little note. I was confused. I was accepted to Hogwarts? What do they mean 'they are sorry to hear about your situation'? What did she tell them?

I was interrupted by my rambling when Fred and George tackled me in a hug. "WERE GOING TO HOGWARTS!" They shouted gleefully.

I hugged them back halfheartedly.

"Sshhh." Molly said. "You'll wake up the whole house."

I yawned tiredly. Molly glanced at her watch and gasped. "Goodness me is that the time? You're all going to bed now." She ushered us up the stairs.

She walked Fred and George to their room. "Uh mum, I don't know if you noticed but were a big family. Where is Trixy going to sleep?"

That gave her pause. "She can room with Ginny." She said nicely.

They nodded for their mother but whispered to me, "Good luck. Ginny snores like a troll."

"What was that?" Molly asked her sons.

"Nothing mum." They chorused.

"That's what I thought." She smiled.

She led me down the hallway and up another flight of steps. "Here we are dear. I'm sorry but I'm going to have to give you a heavy dosage of dreamless sleep potion. You'll be to out of it to do anything harmful if you really are Bellatrix."

She conjured an extra bed and gave me the vial. I took it and thanked her. She waited until I drank it and then left.

Soon I felt woozy and very sleepy.

Ginny was snoring but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.

I embraced the feeling of sleep and climbed into bed. I snuggled under the flannel sheets and wished I had pajamas. The dress was kind of uncomfortable. But as I felt myself fall under the effects of the potion, I couldn't find the will to care.

Zzzz….zzzz….zzzz

That was the longest chapter I have ever written to date. I hope some of the details make sense.

Yay, she got her Hogwarts letter! I hope you liked the duck pond humor.

Ciao.