Deb-lil: Thanks again for reviewing my story. I'll try your advices. I'm dedicating this chapter to you which I hope will make you at least smile, if not laugh. I thought that after all this anger something happy would be more then welcomed. I've decided to make D'Artagnan a kind of character like Scrappy from Ice Age.

Bagge: Thanks for reading my story. I just can't believe I messed up Mr. and Mrs. but I promise I'll try to pay more attention in future. Also thanks for telling me about "follow" I don't know from where I got this bad habit of spelling it "fallow". As you will see, I tried to follow your advices about the dialogues and I hope you'll like it. Monica is wearing a sword partly because she's a half elf and always wanted to show it, and partly because she didn't have where else to put it. And about the part with me killing my boyfriend, I only did it to show why Monica hates Voldemort so much.

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6. God, will this ever end!

Monica stretched her hand to open the door but suddenly she moved to the left and something big and dark hit the door with a soft thud.

"Ha-ha fooled you!" Said Monica to her owl and opened the door. It was like somebody turned on a radio for questions were coming from all directions.

" Where have you been? " "Are you OK?" "What happened to you?"

"Wow, calm down everybody! Could you put one question at a time because I'm not a robot, you know."

"What's a robot?" asked Ron. His confused face almost made Monica laugh.

"A robot is…eh… never mind." She decided that it was wiser not to answer the question. She remembered spending half an hour explaining to a classmate how a ball-pen works and that was an easy one.

"Where have you been?" asked Mrs. Weasley worriedly while nervously playing with her apron.

"I've been into the wood. Sorry for missing so long but I was caught in my thoughts and lost track of time and then I got lost and I needed some time to find my way back." She said all this without looking at her grandfather. She hated having to lie to him, actually she hated having to lie to the persons she cared about, although it wasn't all a lie. Indeed she got lost but after 5 minutes of hard thinking she and Damian found her way back (they had walked while they were talking and didn't pay attention to the surroundings).

"Well, what did I tell you Molly? She's a big girl!"

Monica smiled and went next to her grandpa and kissed him on the cheek saying that she loved him.

"Monica-I'm-really-sorry-for-what-I-said-to-you-earlier.I-really-didn't-mean-it."Charlie had said this very quick and Monica didn't understand a word he said but guessed what it was all about.

"Don't worry. You know that I can't stay mad at someone for too long, and besides, in my life, I have said even worst things then you did." And with this she kissed him on the cheek. "Hmm… Don't want to be rude but I'm really hungry." She added.

They all went into the kitchen and ate.

"By the way, what was that thud we heard when you came in and why is D'Artagnan so upset." Asked Ginny.

"Oh, that." Monica smiled although it was something forced about it. It wasn't exactly a sincere smile. "D'Artagnan hit the door when he tried to scare me because I got out of the way. It's a reflex I earned in time. But don't worry about him. I know exactly what will cheer him up. Can you tell me where my luggage is?"

"I'll show you." Said Charlie and both of them left the kitchen. They went to the room next to Bill's.

"Monica, I'm really, really sorry about that. I don't know what got into me." Charlie had said this in a whisper and didn't dare to look her in the face. He was expecting her to shout at him now that they were all alone. Instead Monica answered in a warm voice.

"Charlie, look at me." Slowly Charlie raised his head and look her in the eyes. She looked really calm.

"Now, do I really look or sound angry?" Charlie shook his head.

"Then, how many times do I have to tell you that I'm not angry at you?"

"Only once, but…" Monica knew what he wanted to say and she had stopped him by putting her hand over his mouth. "Friends?" she asked. Charlie nodded his head quickly. She looked into his eye for a couple of seconds and the smiled at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

She took out from one of the nutcases 3 small plastic boxes. They both returned into the kitchen and Monica put an enlargement spell on them. When she opened them they were filled with different kinds of cookies and cakes. D'Artagnan came immediately to Monica and she gave him a cookie.

"Help yourself. They're not poisoned." They all helped themselves with them.

"Ty vry gd." Said Ron with his mouth full.

"What?" Asked Monica as she didn't understand what he had said. Ron gulped down.

"They're very good."

"I'll tell dad. He made them."

"Your father cooks!" asked an amazed Mrs. Weasley.

"Yeap, and cakes are his specialty." After they finished eating the cookies they all went to bed.

Monica went with her grandfather and gave him another potion which firstly he refused.

"It's the last bit. You should take it. You need it more then me. I've already had my sleep." Said Romendacil while pushing aside the glass with a green potion in it.

"Nonsense. I'm so tired right now that I'm sure I'll fall asleep as soon as I enter my room. "

"Did you talk to Harry about the Horcruxes?"

"Yes. He already knew about them." And she told him about the discussion she and Harry had but when it came to the locket she told him that it was a different one.

"That's wonderful. I think we should leave tomorrow. The house really needs some cleaning before our new friends come."

"OK. Good night." And with that she left to her room.

She fell on the bed when she heard a voice calling her. It took her a while to realize what was going on. She started rummaging into her rucksack and took out a mirror. The face of a man and a woman beyond their 50's appeared on it. The lady had a round face and short hair dyed brown. Surprisingly Monica looked a lot like her. The man had white hair that was cut short. They both looked worried.

"Where have you been? Why didn't you answer our calls?'

"Sorry mum. I've been really busy." And she started telling them about what she had done that day. When she finished it was 11 PM which meant that back home it was 1A.M. She said good night to her parents and changed into a pair of shorts and an old T-shirt. She took off her bandage and examined her wrist. Just then somebody knocked on the door.

"Come in!" she said in a sleepy voice.

Remus entered the room. "How are you, kido? Hm… your wrist doesn't look to well."

"Yes, I know. And it hurts pretty bad. I think the bandage was too tight. This morning it wasn't this swollen and the bruise wasn't this dark."

"You're probably right. Anyway, I see that you are really tired so I'll leave you. Tonks and I are going home"

"Sorry for not being to talkative but like you said, I'm very tired"

Remus left the room. Monica put her bandage back and laid down in her bed.

Finally! Monica thought as she turned off the light. Now I can sleep! But she spoke to soon as someone knocked at her door. Reluctantly she turned on the light.

"Enter!" She said in a desperate voice. God, will this ever end!

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny entered the room.

"Oh, it's you. I thought it was Charlie telling me once again that he is sorry about what he said earlier."

"We came to tell you that we accept your offer." Said Hermione in a business-like voice. When hearing this Monica's face lightened.

"Oh, this is wonderful! Tomorrow my grandpa and I are going to leave to do some cleaning in the house. You can come whenever you want. Send us and owl and we will come and pick you up."

"Ok."

"Did you talk to the other two?"

"Not yet. We sent them letters asking when will they be able to meet us."

"Perfect."

"Monica, what is that on your left hand." Asked Ron pointing at something that looked like a burn.

"Oh, this. It's a dragon burn. It's a long story." No one seemed to understand that she didn't want to talk about it right then. They all looked at her curious. She took a deep breath before starting her story.

"Your friend, Norbert the Dragon, made it although he didn't want to." At this Ron gave a loud snort. In his first year he got bitten by this dragon because he "frightened him" as Hagrid had said. "No, really he didn't mean it! Charlie had asked me to feed him because I was the only person he would listen to. Unfortunately while I was feeding him the idiot of Gilderoy Lockart, who was visiting my school, came shouting don't worry little girl, I'll save you! Of course, Norbert got scared and tried to protect himself by shooting fire, but unfortunately my arm was in front of him and my robes got on fired. I managed to extinguish the fire and just when I wanted to run to the hospital wing, that dung-head, stopped me and before I could say anything he put a spell on my arm, and guess what happened next?"

"He left with no bones in your arm." answered Harry.

"How did you know?" asked Monica surprised.

"He did the same thing to me in my second year when I broke my arm during a Quiditch match." Monica looked perplexed.

"God, he's a bigger idiot than I thought he was! You'd think that one would learn his lesson after leaving one person with no bones, but no, Mr. Wonderful, had to do it again. Anyway, because of his stupid spell my wound didn't heal properly but, the school nurse taught me how to do a glamour charm and hide the burn. But, you know what the best part is?" Monica had an evil smile plastered on his face. "When he came to visit me in the hospital wing with a big bunch of flowers and a singed photo of him, the school nurse charmed a broomstick that started hitting him on the head. He ran away from the room only to be assaulted by allsorts of flying objects that some of my classmates had charmed. The professors just looked and didn't even move one finger to stop the mayhem. After all this, the ones who were responsible for the flying objects got as punishment to organize a small party in honor of getting rid of that git."

By now everyone was laughing. Even Hermione that had had a crush on Lockart in their second year couldn't stop herself from laughing. After a couple of minutes they finally managed to stop themselves.

"Monica, does this mean that you are older then us? Because he must have done that to you the year before he became teacher at our school." Asked Hermione.

"Yes, I'm older then you. I finished school this year."

"And what did you want to do?"

"Well, I was accepted for the auror training and I also wanted to study architecture just as my parents, but Voldemort messed everything up like always and now I'm here and I haven't thought about what I'm going to do after this war ends." Monica finished this with a big yawn. "Sorry about this, I'm just tired."

"Yes, indeed it's late. We should all go to bed." Said Ginny and with this they all left the room.

Once again Monica laid down in bed and turned off the light when someone knocked on her window. Monica covered her mouth with the pillow and yelled "URGHHH!" She opened the window with the help of a spell and her owl entered the room. If someone else comes here, I swear to God, I'll hex him or her! Monica told herself mentally but fortunately she didn't have to that. She felt asleep in a very short time.