A/N Two updates since the last one was kind of short.
"Let's slip inside before mum wakes up." Fred told us as we got to the Weasley home that morning. We slipped inside the front door, closing it gently behind us. Harry and I looked around. A pot was cleaning itself in the sink. A clock on the wall showed the locations of each family member. Fred, George and Ron's clock hands turned to 'Home' as they walked inside the house. A sweater was knitting itself in a rocking chair.
"It's not much… but its home." Ron told us, looking self conscious.
"It's… brilliant." Harry told him. He smiled slightly.
"WHERE. HAVE. YOU. BEEN?!" Everyone jumped. Mrs. Weasley came around the corner, glaring furiously at Ron, Fred and George. She smiled sweetly at Harry and I.
"Harry, Elizabeth! How wonderful to see you." She looked back at boys.
"NO NOTE! CAR GONE! YOU COULD'VE DIED! YOU COULD'VE BEEN SEEN!" She yelled. Harry and I weren't sure what to make of her changing attitude.
"They were starving 'em, mum! There were bars on Harry's window!" Ron told her.
"And they had Elizabeth locked under the stairs!" George added, motioning towards me. I quickly shook my head at him. I did not need to be any more involved in this.
"You'd best hope that I don't put bars on your windows!" Mrs. Weasley told them. She looked at us again and softened instantly.
"Care for a spot of tea, Harry, Elizabeth?" A red haired girl, obviously their younger sister, bounded down the stairs.
"Mummy, have you seen my jumper-." She stopped dead when she saw us. She looked at me with curiosity and then Harry. Her eyes widened and she ran back upstairs.
"Ginny… Been talking about Harry all summer. Dead annoying, really..." Ron told us. I gave Harry a 'she's got a crush on you' look.
"Dad's home!" George announced. The front door opened and Mr. Weasley entered.
"What a night! Nine raids! Nine!" He said.
"Raids?" I echoed questioningly to Ron.
"Dad works at the Ministry of Magic in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office." He explained.
"Misuse of Muggle Artifacts?" Harry asked.
"That's when wizards bewitch something to drive Muggles mad. Shrinking house keys, that sort of thing. Dad loves Muggles. Thinks they're fascinating…" Mr. Weasley hung up his cloak and turned. He spotted Harry and me.
"Well now… Who are you?" He asked.
"Harry, sir. Harry Potter and this is my sister Elizabeth." Harry told him.
"Good lord, are you really? Ron's told us all about you, of course. When did you get here?" He asked.
"This morning. Your sons flew that enchanted car of yours to surrey and back last night!" Mrs. Weasley told him, staring at the twins and Ron.
"Did you now? How'd it go!?" He asked excitedly. He caught Mrs. Weasley's look.
"I… I mean… that was very wrong, boys. Very wrong indeed. So, Harry, Elizabeth, you must know all about Muggles. Tell me, what is the use of a rubber duck?" He asked. I wasn't sure how to answer that. Luckily, we didn't have to. An owl hit the window with a thunk and we all turned towards the window. Percy Weasley had just come downstairs and he fetched the package from the dazed look owl.
"It's our Hogwarts letters! And look, they've sent Harry and Elizabeth's as well." He announced. He handed everyone their letters.
"Dumbledore doesn't miss a trick, that man." Mr. Weasley said.
"This lot won't come cheap, mum. The spell books alone…" Fred started. She took the letter from him.
"We'll manage. Right then. There's only one place to get all of this. Diagon Alley."