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Hey Gremlins! (For those of you who are still confused on why I call you gremlins- read my bio. Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall set you free.) Yay we get to meet everyone! So this chapter was really hard for me to write. Probably because nothing much happened, but I needed to set up the Potter house and the Weasley clan before I can really get everyone moving on. So, sorry about that. However, next time we get Quidditch! Yay!

Chapter 4:

The rest of the day passed in a whirlwind for Silena. She met everyone; it seemed that the entire Potter/Weasley clan had come to meet her. First, as Neville led her inside, she was introduced to the Potter children. James, the eldest, was about thirteen, going into his third year at Hogwarts, and very tall and thin. His brown eyes had a mischievous sparkle to them that reminded Silena of her own. She recognized him immediately as a "kindred spirit" and knew he would be willing to get into all sorts of mischief with her. The second eldest, Al, was called from his room, which explained why James had stood out so much among his family. Al, who looked just like his father as well, was twelve and in his second year at the magic school. His green eyes, though bright, were softer, the green of a meadow of grass on a sweet spring day. He brought a sense of peace into the room and calmed the erratic family down a bit. Lily, the youngest, she had already met. The two girls were just the same age, and, although they had made each other's acquaintance only hours before, were already running around laughing like sisters.

The Weasley family ran together in a blur of red, brown, and blonde. Names stood out in Silena's mind: Rosie, a girl Al's age and in Ravenclaw with him, Hugo, a first year with Lily and herself, Victoire, a beautiful seventh year whose entrance into a room was unnoticed by no one, Fred and Roxanne, two Weasley's with impish looks on their faces, Dominique, Louis... The names went on and on. Silena was unsure of how she would ever keep all the members of this giant, ginger clan straight.

At last, Nana Weasley, as she was called, herded her children and grandchildren outside so the Potters could give Silena the "grand tour". The house was very quiet after the hustle and bustle of the vivacious family, and Silena stood silently, blushing bright red, in front of Professor Longbottom, her knapsack at her feet.

"I'm sorry, Silena, that must have been very confusing." Mr. Potter smiled knowingly at her. "I couldn't keep them all straight when I first met them, either, and at that time there were only seven children running rampage through the house." She only nodded silently in reply, suddenly overcome with shyness. Mrs. Potter, sensing her husband's confusion over what to do with the silent child (God knows when the last time his children had been silent), walked over to the girl and knelt down in front of her. "I'm Mrs. Potter. May I show you where you'll be sleeping? It's a nice room, with a view of the meadow. You'll be sharing it with Lily. I'm sure the two of you will have lots of fun up there." She took Silena's bag gently and led her up the stairs, showing her to a room that was indeed facing the meadow. It was a bright, sunny yellow, with twin beds on either side of the window. A small dresser and a desk and chair were the only other furniture in the room, excluding the closet next to the door, but it was no less beautiful for the lack of pieces. Lily, who had followed the two females up the stairs, looked worriedly at Silena, trying to gauge how she liked it.

Still silent, Silena looked around the room with wonder. She could tell which bed was hers, for the other one had recently been slept in, and she was amazed at the light, iron bed frame and headboard, the lacy ruffle of the bedskirt, and the cream colored coverlet that adorned the twin bed. Everything was clean, and everything matched. Everything belonged.

"Is this... Am I really allowed to stay here? It's so beautiful!" She smiled around the room, her gaze finally alighting on the faces of the Potters. "Thank you, ma'am. Thank you very much."

"Well, go on, set your things on the bed and come wash up for dinner. And please, dear, don't address me as 'ma'am'. You may address me as 'Mrs. Potter' or 'Ginny', whichever you prefer. 'Ma'am' makes me feel so old." With that, the vibrant mother turned and trotted down the stairs, leaving her daughter and the orphan in the bright room.

Dinner was held outside, in the meadow. From there, Silena could see a tall grove of trees, and the edges of a soft lake in the background. She sat between James and Lily, surrounded by all the children, as the adults resided at the head of the table.

"Silena. Hmmm... That's much too important and grown-up sounding for a cute little girl like you. You need a nickname," James said abruptly during the meal. "How about... Blondie? No, that doesn't suit you..." He seemed to be lost in thought as he poked at the delicious mashed potatoes in front of him, stirring in his gravy. "I can't think of one right now. But the perfect name will come to me, and I'll let you know."

Silena was a little unsure of how to react to his sudden announcement, and the quest to find a nickname for her. Bemused, she looked to Albus for support, who suggested they call her Lena for short, at least until James found a better name.

They began to pepper her with questions, about the orphanage and the muggle world, but quickly changed topics as they realized that she refused to talk about her life at the orphanage, and she had been shut away from the world there anyways, so she didn't know much about it. Instead, they began to talk about Quidditch.

Lily's favorite team was something called the Holyhead Harpies, because her mum had flown with them for a few years before marrying her dad. James loved Puddlemere United, because Uncle Wood would always send them free merchandise, get them tickets, and take them to the team practices. He and Aunt Katie had both played on the team, until baby Sean had arrived, and Wood received a few too many bludgers during his time. Now, as coach, he promised both James and Al seats whenever they wanted them.

As this conversation was flowing rapidly between the Potters and Weasleys, beginning to intensify into a debate over the quality of the Chudley Cannons, Silena leaned over to Albus, who was relatively silent about the entire thing. Hoping not to be heard by the rest of the kids, she whispered, "Al, what's Quidditch?"

"What's Quidditch?!" Hugo had heard her. "You don't know what Quidditch is?" he asked incredulously. Silena's face turned crimson.

"Of course she doesn't know what Quidditch is, Hugo. She didn't even know she was a witch until this morning," Lily piped up from beside her.

"I'll explain it. I am on the team," James said pompously. "Quidditch is the best game there is. It's a sport played on broomsticks-"

"Broomsticks?!"

"Yes, broomsticks, and the Chaser tries to throw the Quaffle through these hoops-"

"What's a quaffle?"

"It's the ball. Anyways, you throw it through these hoops, and the keeper tries to block it. At the same time, you've got these Beaters hitting Bludgers at you-"

"What the hell is a Bludger?"

"-and the seeker is trying to find the Snitch," he finished, proud of his explanation.

"Why do you play on broomsticks? Is it a game to make sweeping easier and more fun?" Silena asked innocently.

James sighed. "How about we play a game tomorrow and we can show you how to fly?"

Silena nodded enthusiastically, extremely excited at the word fly. She didn't know what a Quaffle or a Snitch was, but flying sounded like fun.