HP Fan Fiction

Chapter Four

Harry Potter

"Today is the day we go to pick up your brother for the Quidditch World Cup. Me and the boys will go by floo powder and pick him up and be back in a jiffy," Mr. Weasley told me.

"I'll wait here for you then?" I asked him, because I noticed he said 'the boys.'

"Yes, I don't think it's a good idea to bring you to your aunt's house, she doesn't like you very much and I don't know how she'll react to seeing you."

So for the next couple of hours I talked with Mrs. Weasley. First we talked about my living arrangements. It seemed that I would be staying with Ginny in her room. Mrs. Weasley said she would buy me a bunch of new clothes to blend better with the wizard community when she goes to Diagon Alley.

"Time to go!" Mr. Weasley called out. All the boys came down and walked toward the fire place. They did the whole floo powder thing and off they were. After a few minutes two red haired men walked in the front door. They looked to be in their early twenties.

"Bill! Charlie!" Mrs. Weasley shouted as she ran toward the two boys.

"Hello Mum," they said in unison. Then they noticed me. "Who is she?"

"I'm Allie Wol-- um, Potter, Allie Potter," I said. I'm still getting used to the whole being Harry Potter's sister thing.

"I'm going to go check on Ginny and Hermione," Mrs. Weasley said and she left.

"I remember hearing something about Harry Potter having a sister. It's very nice to meet you, Allie. I'm Charlie." The more mature looking one said.

"Yea, I'm Bill." Bill had a long ponytail and his ears were pierced, he looked very cool.

"There are a lot of Weasley children!" I said.

"Yep, there are seven of us." Bill said.

Just then Fred popped up in the fireplace and walked out with a grin on his face. "What are you so happy about?" I asked him. Then George came with a large trunk, also grinning, in fact it was the exact same grin as Fred. The smile was contagious, I found myself grinning in spite of myself.

"We gave Harry's, and your, cousin one of our toffees," Fred started, "We didn't get to see how big it got though, Dad sent us back right when it started growing." George finished.

"What started growing?" Charlie asked.

"His tongue," Fred answered. Ron came through then, openly laughing, quickly followed by Harry, who fell out of the fireplace.

"Did he eat it?" Fred asked Harry, helping him off the ground.

"Yea," said Harry, straitening up, "What was it?"

"Ton-Tongue Toffee," Fred said, "George and I invented them and we've been looking for someone to test them on all summer." Everyone started laughing at that.

He noticed Bill and Charlie, and got introduced to them. Then he noticed me. "Who're are you?" He asked me, "She's not related to you?" Harry asked Ron.

"Not to me, but to you. She's your sister."

"Excuse me?"

"We'll wait for dad to explain everything," Fred interjected. Just then, their father appeared in the fireplace.

"That wasn't funny, Fred," he said, "What on earth did you give that muggle boy?"

"I didn't give him anything" Fred said with an evil grin, "I just dropped it, it's not my fault he ate it, I didn't tell him to."

"You dropped it on purpose!" Mr. Weasley yelled. "You knew he'd eat it, you knew he was on a diet—"

"How big did his tongue get?" George asked eagerly.

We all laughed then.

"It isn't funny! You just wait until I tell your mother-"

"Tell me what?" Mrs. Weasley said, just walking in the room. She said hello to Harry than rounded on her husband.

Just then Ginny and Hermione walked into the room behind Mrs. Weasley. Harry smiled at them both and I saw Ginny turn bright red.

"Tell me what, Arthur?"

I don't think Mr. Weasley was actually planning on telling her. "It's nothing Molly," Mr. Weasley mumbled, "Fred and George just-- but I've had words with them--"

"What have they done this time?" Said Mrs. Weasley. "If it's got anything to do with Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes--"

"Why don't you go show Harry where he's sleeping, Ron," said Hermione from the doorway.

"He knows where he's sleeping," Ron said, "In my room, he slept there last—"

"We can all go," said Hermione pointedly.

"Oh," Ron said. "Right."

"But I still--," Harry was cutoff by a stern look from Hermione.

"Let's go, Harry," I said. We walked upstairs. Ron took Harry up to his room, where he would be staying, the girls and I followed. I'll tell Harry most of what I can with Ron, Hermione, and Ginny's help, I thought.

We got up to Ron's room. "Okay, I am your sister," I started. "I'm a… squib? Is that what you guys call it?" I asked Ron. "Yea," he said. "Okay, I'm a squib, so after our parents died, I was placed with a muggle family. Their minds were modified to believe that I was theirs, my mind was modified, so I can't remember anything past when I was three and a half."

"Why didn't you stay with me at Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon's?" Harry asked.

"Apparently there is some reason why they need to keep you, but not me. Aunt Petunia didn't want me because I reminded her so much of our mother. Anyway, this spell was placed on me, any muggles who met me would forget if my family ever forgot me. They don't know why, but my family forgot me, so all my friends forgot me. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were kind enough to allow me to stay here with them, but I'm going to ask Dumbledore if I can come to Hogwarts with you to be around people my age, make friends, all that jazz," I finished. There was silence.

"I don't think she breathed throughout that entire thing," Ron said. Harry and I started laughing at that.

"Well, okay then, now that that's all figured out, what's Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?" He accepted that rather quickly, he must be getting used to weird things happening in his life, new powers, new sisters, kinda the same thing.

"It's Fred and Georges product line…" Ron said….

"We've been hearing explosions coming from their room for ages, but we never thought they were making anything," Ginny said.

Ginny then took me to her room to show me where I'd be staying. It was a nice room, but small. Obviously it wasn't meant to hold two people. A bed had already been put up for me. "It'll be better once we go to Hogwarts. There'll be enough room for you in any of the dormitories," Ginny said, "you'll love it there; it's the best place in the world."

"I hope Dumbledore lets me come," I said, worryingly.

Ginny looked at me as if I was crazy. "You've never met Dumbledore; he's the nicest man you'll ever meet. He'll definitely let you come to Hogwarts."

"Thanks, Ginny." I relaxed a little bit and sat down on my bed. She left me there to soak in the day, thank goodness for her. Thinking about where I was yesterday, I started to cry. This is going to be a difficult adjustment. The best thing about this is that my favorite book series is real. As cool as that is I am going to be depressed about what I've lost in order to gain this knowledge.