A.N: YAY FOR KRISPY KREAM DONUTS AND TOO MUCH SUGAR!


Molly Weasley

"She has frost bite, is suffering from Malnutrition, as well as a very bad case of wizard fever. She can come home with you but you must keep her warm at all costs and feed her often. If you'll come with me, I'll give you more detailed instructions." As the Healer led Arthur and me away, I called back for the children to stay with the young girl we had found. Well we hadn't found her she had found us but all the same...


Ginny

After the girl, well I couldn't really call her that because she seemed to be our age, stumbled into the house the day had gone down hill. We frantically searched the house for extra blankets and pillows but ended up just taking the ones off of the beds. Then it was a long ride to St. Mungo's Hospital where we sat and waited for almost five hours while the Healers ran test after test on the girl. Somehow they found out her name was Veronica Mist. She was an orphan from America but they couldn't find out how she had gotten to our doorstep. Now I was really pissed because my parents had been gone for over an hour.

Then the Healer had come to tell us she would survive but we had gotten her there just in time and she would be coming home with us . . . Wait, WHAT?

"Why is she coming home with us?" Harry voiced my question. It seemed that he was a mind reader.

"You're the ones who found her." The Healer replied.

"Where are my parents?" I asked.

"They're with my manager. He is giving them proper instruction for the care of Veronica."

"How long will that take?"

"As long as it takes. Would you like this girl to die because she wasn't given proper care?" The Healer asked with a bit of edge in his voice.

"Why can't she just stay here where you know she'll be given proper care?" I asked angrily.

"Your parents volunteered to keep her with you. Now if you'll excuse me . . . " And with that, she walked away.


Harry

We got back to the Burrow an hour later. Veronica was given the extra room on the bottom floor because she couldn't climb the stairs. It was long past midnight but no one felt like sleeping . . . except for Veronica. She fell asleep in the car on the way home. After Mr. Weasley laid her in her bed and turned the lights out, everyone gathered in the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley, on impulse, started making hot chocolate.

"What did the doctors say dad?" Ginny asked quietly.

"She's an orphan from . . . did they say America Molly?"

"Yes, America." Mrs. Weasley said.

"She's a witch, thank God, and she doesn't remember anything about her life before she turned 17. She is currently 18. She told the doctors that she was looking for a boy with black hair and glasses who had a scar on his face." Everyone turned to me.

"Don't look at me." I said hastily. "I've never seen her before in my life."

"She also told the doctors that her family was killed about a month after her 17th birthday by two men in white masks and black robes and cloaks." Mr. Weasley continued.

"Now who does that sound like?" Fred asked sarcastically.

"Fred." Mrs. Weasley said sharply.

"Sorry mum."

"What I want to know," Ginny said, "is, why was she looking for Harry or a boy with Harry's description?" No one had a response to that. We all sat in silence for a few minutes sipping our hot chocolate before the night finally caught up with us. One by one, we all drifted up to our respectable rooms and went to sleep.

I lay in my bed for an hour or so before I gave up and Apparated down to Ginny's room.

"Hey Harry." She said, not the least bit surprised that I had just popped into her room at one in the morning. "Can't sleep?"

"Nope. Afraid not." I replied. "You?"

"Nope." We sat in silence for a while.

"Why do you think she's here?" Ginny asked suddenly.

"I don't know." I replied.

"Harry?"

"Yeah Ginny?"

"Are you sure you don't know who she is?"

"Yes Ginny. I'm sure." This was only a partial lie on my part. There was something familiar about Veronica, that was for sure. I just couldn't quite place my finger on it. I had never been to America, and I was almost sure that I had never seen this girl before, so why did her face stir something in my memory? And how did I know that when that memory came to light, it would change everything?


A.N:
So? What do you think? I'm really sorry for the delay. I just joined the water polo team at school so lately with practice and homework, I've had very little time to sleep, much less write. But it is Christmas break now so I'm gonna try to update as much as possible in this two-week period before I have to go back to school. So be my best friend and push that little purple button down there and review my story. By the way, does anyone want to hazard a guess at the memory of Harry's that is fighting its way up? I think, if you read closely, I dropped a few hints.