Hiya readers! Thanks for enjoying reading this story just as much as I enjoy writing this story! Same blah as usual...

Yeah...well...hopefully will update GLPS soon, I was on vacation to Ocean City and just got home Sunday, so I'm going to get the chapter I wrote for that story off of Notes on my iPod soon...I'm just way too lazy to do that tonight... :D

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything HP. I'm gonna be lazy with the disclaimer this time.

Chapter IV

When the green flames disappeared, I found myself in a pub looking place. The powder must've worked! I stepped out of the fireplace with my bags still on my shoulders.

"May I help you, young lady?" A woman asked me as I exited the fireplace.

I answered with, "Yes, can you direct me to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?" She pointed me through to a brick wall and opened it for me.

"Going to be a first year, huh? You look like the right age. Meeting someone in Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?"

"Yeah, you can say that…" If he knew I was coming it would be considered meeting George, or wait, Dad, in his own store. But considering he doesn't know who I am…it wouldn't be considered meeting him. "Thanks so much!"

"Wait! Do you want me to keep your bags here? I can put them in a room for you if you would like." The woman asked. I agreed and handed her my two bags, but told her that I was keeping my satchel. She told me that there was no charge for holding my stuff in a room, which I was happy about.

"Thanks a lot," I told the woman.

"No problem. I'm Hannah Longbottom if you need anything." She said.

Was I supposed to say my name back to her? I don't even know which last name to use anymore, Bentley, Brown or Weasley? Or I could use them all… I'm going to use them all once Dad knows who I am.

"I'm Ria. Ria Bentley Brown." I decided to at least add Mom's name in my name this time. Hannah looked at me a little strange, and I figured that she knew Lavender Brown from somewhere. I sort of brushed it off and smiled at her as I walked into Diagon Alley.

This place was amazing. Truly amazing. There were witches and wizards everywhere, walking around buying things for either school or just for the sake of buying stuff. I was in a state of shock at everything that was going on. I looked down the alley and saw a very large store with the words, "Weasley's Wizard Wheezes" clearly marked on it in vibrant colors.

No doubt that was it.

I walked into Dad's store still in shock from everything in Diagon Alley. I looked around for maybe someone who looked like me. Taller and a man obviously, but still a redhead and sort of maybe looks like me.

"Hi, can I help you?" A boy about my age asked me. He had medium dark skin and black hair. He

looked way too young to be working there, even in the magic world. Should I risk asking him where Dad is?

What the hey, might as well. "I'm looking for George Weasley. Is he here?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'll take you to him." He said, walking toward the back of the store. "I'm Fred by the way, Fred Weasley." He stopped and extended his arm for me to shake his hand.

Oh my god. He's my brother.

"Ria Bentley Brown. Nice to meet you." I shook his hand, "Are you George's son?"

"Yeah, I also have a sister named Roxanne, she's nine. I'm ten, eleven on the eleventh of August. Do you go to Hogwarts?"

How is he my brother, or rather half-brother, if he is only eight months younger than me? All questions to ask Dad or Mom if I ever find her.

"I'm going to be there this year. I'm eleven, going to be twelve on the seventeenth of December."

"Cool! Hopefully we will be in the same house! My mum and dad were in Gryffindor, so I hope I will be there too!" We continued walking toward the back of store to one of the back registers.

"Dad, are you busy?" Fred asked the man. He looked up. He had my red hair, and it looked like my eye color. A lot about him didn't look like me from what I saw in my quick glance.

"Not at all, Fred. Who is this?"

"Sir, I'm Ria. Ria Bentley Brown. My mother told me to give this to you, if you don't mind reading it." I went into my satchel and took out the envelope and took out the separate envelope with his name on it and handed it to me. He took it and opened it. He read it, his eyes widening as he got to the end.

"Ria, can I talk to you in the back room?" George said. I followed him to the back and he shut the door before Fred could follow us in.

"You said your name was Ria Bentley Brown right?" I nodded. He slumped down into a chair. "Lavender didn't tell me any of this."

"I'm sorry, sir, but did you not know about me?" I didn't want to ask that, but I knew that I would have to eventually.

He sighed, then spoke, "Your mother and I weren't really in love, Ria. It was kind of a one night thing. You seem smart, so I suppose I can tell you.

"It was after the Second Wizarding War, about six years afterward. Your mum and I were both badly injured in the war," He showed me his ear, or well where his ear used to be, "but she was worse off. A werewolf named Greyback injured her into being sort of like a half werewolf. She didn't become a werewolf during a full moon but still showed some signs of being a werewolf. We were both at the Leaky Cauldron on the anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts and we both sort of got drunk off of Firewhiskey. I bet you can tell where that led."

I was speechless. My adopted dad was an alcoholic, so I understood what adults could do when they were drunk, and I figured Firewhiskey was a brand of alcohol in the wizarding world. "So, I'm guessing you never saw my mom after that?"

"No. This is why I never once thought that she was pregnant, because I would have figured that she would have come to find me and let me know. She said in the letter that you gave me from her that you were put up for adoption, are you adoptive parents here in the shop with you?"

"No Mr. Weasley. My adoptive mom just recently died and I haven't seen my adoptive dad in years. My mom just told me about being a witch before she died and I figured I would follow Mom's directions of where to find you." I held my letter from Mom for him to read.

"Please Ria, call me Dad. I won't let a daughter of mine call me Mr. Weasley." He smiled at me.

"So you consider me your daughter then? Even though you just figured out about me? I would understand if you just wanted me to leave, I can get a room in the Leaky Cauldron until school starts up in September…"

"Nonsense! You are definitely my daughter; the Weasley hair should be proof enough. None of my other kids got that gene; Angelina's black hair overpowered the all mighty red hair gene." He laughed.

"Is Angelina your wife?" I asked. Probably a dumb question, but worth asking anyway.

"Yes, and the mother of my son and daughter, your brother and sister. You already met Fred, and knowing him, he is listening on the other side of the door to our conversation. Right, Fred?"

"Right, Dad!" I heard a muffle from the other side of the door and started laughing. "Can I come in now?"

"Yeah, sure." Dad said. Fred busted opened the door and gave me a huge hug. "You should have told me when we were talking earlier, sis!"

"I wanted to make sure that he was really my dad before I told you, little brother." Fred stuck his tongue out at me. "What's Mum going to say Dad?"

"I don't know, I guess she will have to meet Ria for the first time when we go to dinner at Gran and Gramp's tonight."

"Dinner?" I asked.

"The family's much bigger than the five of us, Ria Weasley, much bigger." Dad said, and Dad and Fred both laughed together.

Should I be scared or something?

Well? What did you think of George and Ria meeting for the first time? I thought it went pretty well, but I'm the writer, not the reader.

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