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Rose and Dumbledore appeared in front of a line of houses in London.

"Is this where they live?" asked Rose, not able to remember the name Dumbledore said just a few moments ago.

"If by 'they' you mean the Weasleys, then no they do not live here. It is just a place I asked them to stay at," said Dumbledore.

"Oh, what is this place called then?"

"Shh, be quite Rosabel."

"Why?"

"You do not want people finding out where we are, do you?"

"No, sir."

"Yes, that is what I thought." Dumbledore reached his hand in his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. "I would like you to memorize this, Rosabel," Dumbledore said as he handed the paper to Rose.

Rose looked down at the piece of paper. It read:

The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London.

"What is this Order…?"

"Not now, Rosabel!" said Dumbledore. "Wait till later! Now, Rosabel may I have that piece of paper back?"

Rose handed over the piece of paper. Dumbledore took it and set it on fire with his wand. Rose looked up at the houses. She saw number eleven and number thirteen to it's right. However, she could not find number twelve. Rose didn't ask though, because she knew it had something to do with magic.

As soon as Rose was done thinking, a battered door emerged out of nowhere between numbers eleven and thirteen.

"Ladies first," said Dumbledore waving his hands in the direction Rose was to go. Rose walked up the stone steps and Dumbledore soon followed her lead. Dumbledore raised his wand and tapped the door once. The door opened with a loud click.

"Get in quick, Rosabel," Dumbledore whispered. "And don't touch anything."

Rose walked in the house and Dumbledore followed behind her and shut the door.

"Molly?" Dumbledore said loud enough so someone from a distance could hear.

Rose heard footsteps coming up the hall. By the sound of it, it sounded like it was more than one person. A small plump woman with red hair appeared in the hallway with two identical tall red heads behind her.

"Oh, Dumbledore how nice to see you again. I see you brought someone with you," said the woman looking at Rose with kind eyes.

"Yes, this is Rosabel Giordano. She is the girl from America I asked you to take in for me."

"Yes, I remember. We will make her feel right at home. Won't we boys?" the woman asked the two red heads, who could not keep their eyes off Rose.

"We sure will!" said the one on the left with a big goofy grin. His twin seemed not able to talk because he was staring at Rose with his mouth open.

"Well, she will be fine with us. Does she have any stuff?" questioned the woman.

"It will be arriving later tonight. I must be off now. Goodbye, Rosabel and remember what I asked you to do," said Dumbledore as he turned around and left the house.

"Hello, Rosabel. I'm Mrs. Weasley and these two are Fred and George," Mrs. Weasley said.

"You can call me Rose, if you like," said Rose.

"Ok, Rose I better be off. I have to go make dinner. Fred and George can show you around the house," said Mrs. Weasley as she turned around and disappeared down the hallways.

"So, Giordano is that Italian or something?" Fred asked putting his arm around Rose's shoulders.

"Yes, it is Italian," said Rose.

"Well, an Italian-American. That is hot," said Fred.

Rose started to blush. "I guess."

"He…hell…hello," said George, who seemed to finally get a hold of himself.

"Hello," said Rose with a tone of laughter.

"I...I'm George," stuttered George.

"Yes, mate she knows. Get a hold of yourself. You are making yourself look like a git," Fred said looking at his brother with a wide grin.

"No, he is not making himself look like an idiot. I think it is cute," Rose said giving George a warm smile.

George returned the smile with his own lopsided, nervous smile. Fred laughed at his twin's sad attempts to win over the beautiful dark hair, dark eyed American girl in front of him.

"Ok, Rose it is time to show you around the place," said Fred. Fred lead Rose up the steps with George following behind them. When the three of them got to the top of the steps, they ran into another trio. One was a small red head girl with hair all the way to her waist. The second person was a tall, lanky looking boy with fiery red hair. Last was a girl with busy light brown hair and chocolate eyes.

"Ah, it is Ginny, Ron, and Hermione," said Fred. "This is Rosabel Giordano. The American girl mom promised Dumbledore she would take in."

"Oh, hello. I'm Ginny and this Ron and Hermione," said the red head girl.

"Nice to meet you guys," said Rose with an awkward smile.

"George, what is wrong with you?" asked Ron as he was trying to see past Fred and Rose to get a better look at George.

"Oh…um…noth…nothing," mumbled George.

Everyone look at Fred for an explanation for his twin's strange behavior. "Oh, he is just taken back by Rose's beauty," joked Fred.

Both Rose and George started to blush.

"Oh, well ok. We got to go help Mrs. Weasley," said Hermione in a snobby tone. Rose had just met this girl three seconds ago and she already had a feeling that she was not going to like her.

"Yeah," said Ginny as herself, Ron, and Hermione left down the steps.

"Let's go to mine and George's room," suggested Fred.

"Ok," said Rose.

"So, what do you think of the new girl," asked Ginny as she was walking down the steps with Ron and Hermione.

"She is gorgeous!" said Ron.

"Well, I am not sure about her. She seems full of herself," said Hermione. Hermione didn't even know this girl and she already didn't like her. She seemed to represent every girl she ever hated. Great hair, flawless pale skin, and a curvy body. What got to Hermione the most is that Ron was attracted to her. EW!

"I think she is sweet. Fred and George seemed to take a liken to her," said Ginny.

"Yeah, especially George," said Ron.