Hermione tossed a bit before finally sitting up. She looked over at Ginny, who was still sound asleep, then at the girl, who seemed to be asleep also. Calla was her name. It rang a bell, but where she heard the name before she couldn't quite trace it. Glancing at the clock, it was only 1:23 am. 'No wonder why no one's awake,' she thought to herself. She glanced at Calla again, when a flag went up in her head. But she still couldn't figure it out.
"I'll find out tomorrow," Hermione whispered. When I'm awake. Yawning, she laid back down and closed her eyes, yet slept fitfully for she kept hearing a tortured scream in her dreams.
~*~
"Mione, Pass the eggs." Ron reached over Ginny to grab them anyways.
"Manners Ronald!" Molly scolded and slapped his hands away form the bowl. She then passed it to him.
"I better go wake that poor girl up," She looked around the table to make sure everything was out, and it was only when she left they began to talk.
"So who do you think the girl is?" Harry looked up from his toast to throw the question out.
"Shle-prokbly go droffed off by some bfoke." Ron said while grabbing another muffin. Licking his lips, he repeated what he said, after seeing the looks on his friends faces.
"I said, she probably got dropped off by some bloke." Ginny shook her head. George sauntered in followed shortly by Fred.
"Ickle Ronniekins, don't tell me you left nothing for your favorite brother." Fred* ruffled Ron's hair as he sat down.
"Yeah." George shook his head as he sat down next to Harry. Lowering his voice, he glanced around to make sure Molly or Arthur didn't hear him.
"I heard that Calla girl was some orphan. She keeps looking around like this place is familiar to her." Hermione, who had been strangely quiet the whole time finally looked up from her plate.
"Shh!" She looked up as everyone hushed, to see Molly and Calla walking through the doorway.
"Sit right here dear." Molly had a kind look on her face, though even she, was wondering where this girl came from. Hermione inconspicuously looked at Calla, who murmured a quiet 'thanks.'
"So how old are you?" George looked at Calla with the same lopsided grin he always wore.
"Se-Seven." She talked to her plate when she ate.
"Who's your parents?" Everyone's head snapped up, and Hermione kicked Ron with his foot. He ignored it, wincing slightly, but kept his gaze trained on Calla. She met his gaze squarely for a moment, then looked back down. Calla thought for a moment, too long for Hermione's opinion, then answered.
"I don't remember my parents." Hermione was the only one who caught Calla speaking with a bit more force, something she lacked on her previous answer.
"Why did you come here. Wait, how could you come here?" Calla heard something like disdain in his voice, and wanted so much to meet his eyes again. 'No, you can't Calla,' she silently scolded herself. She was afraid someone would recognize her, mainly the older girl if she looked up too much.
"Well?" This time Ginny kicked Ron, Hermione too wrapped up with the odd familiarity of the girl.
"OWW!" Ginny had kicked Ron extra hard, then smacked him across the head for yelling.
"You idiot!" She hissed at him. Harry, George, and Fred turned to Hermione, who immediately looked down.
"Sheesh. We knew we had an abusive sister, but we thought that it'd be you Mione, that always aimed a kick at our little baby brother." George chuckled. Harry kept his gaze on Hermione as she laughed uneasily, but if anyone else caught the difference in her laugh then no one let on. Calla calmly excused herself from the table and went to wander the house. No one noticed, except for Hermione, who changed the subject to the New Prime Minister.
"It didn't change a bit," Calla said aloud. This house was creepy, but the people looked out of place in it. Turning around to study a different wall, she came face to face with the family tree of the Blacks. Her breath caught in her throat, and she looked at the tree. She passed over the black spots with a shudder and went to Bellatrix, and Narcissa. Staring at the names, a tremor of fear came over her.
"Bellatrix is dead, and Narcissa is somewhere in France. Calla jumped about a foot, and turned around almost guiltily.
"I-I'm sorry, b-but what's your name again?" Calla stuttered out the sentence.
"Harry." 'Of course,' Calla thought. 'How could I forget?' She silently scolded herself again. Harry cleared his throat and Calla's head snapped up.
"Mrs. Weasley wanted me to tell you that you'd be welcome at their house for a while. Me and Hermione are gonna be there too." Harry shifted his weight uneasily. He knew that Hermione was connecting something with this girl, but he couldn't talk to her about it yet.
"Umm....sure." What was Calla supposed to say? She shook her head angrily. Catching Harry by surprise, she spoke a bit louder.
"Does anyone live here anymore?" He looked at her funny.
"No. My Godfather, Sirius, gave me the house, and he-" Harry cleared his throat. "And he died. So did everyone else that owned this house. Except for Kreacher." Harry half smiled at the thought of the house-elf, who he had gotten to know much better lately.
"Does everyone have their things?" Mrs. Weasley's voice echoed around the house.
"Come on, we're going to go now I think." Calla followed Harry, to the fireplace.
"We're going to go to the Burrow." Mrs. Weasley told her, thrusting some powder into her hand.
"You know what to do, right?" Calla nodded, she'd seen people do this before. Stepping into the fireplace, she threw the dust down and shouted.
"The Burrow!"