I don't own Harry Potter, or anything from that universe, the AMAZING Joanne Rowling does. I cannot claim ownership of any of it :'(


The next two weeks went by in a flash. Before I knew it, it was the morning of September 1st, a Wednesday. I thought that it was a rather odd day to start school, but I didn't have a say in the matter, of course.

Every single day, I saw Harry look enviously at the Firebolts in Diagon Alley's Quidditch shop. I kept trying to tell him that he could borrow mine, and that he had enough money to buy at least 3000 Firebolts, but he refused to give in, reminding himself that he had a perfectly good Nimbus 2000.

It was 7am, 4 hours until we had to be on the train. Harry had woken me up for breakfast, and all of our stuff was packed and ready to go. We weren't going to check out until 10 am, at which time, we would take our trunks along with us to Kings Cross, awaiting the train on Platform 9 ¾. I wasn't going to let my brother miss the train this year.

Harry and I were having a rather odd discussion about broccoli, coming down the stairs, Kitty in my arms, when we saw them. Ron and Hermione were fighting over Hermione's new cat.

"I'm warning you Hermione, keep that bloody beast away from Scabbers, or I'll turn it into a tea cosy!" Ron threatened.

"It's a cat, Ronald. What do you expect? It's in his nature."

"A cat? Is that what they told you? Looks more like a pig with hair to me."

"That's rich coming from the owner of that smelly old shoe brush. It's alright, Crookshanks, just ignore the mean little boy."

Ron finally noticed the two of us, and said, "Harry!" What about me, then?

Hermione turned around and smiled, "It's so good to see you two again. I mean, I might have hugged you, but someone is insisting that I keep Crookshanks off of the floor." She said, glaring at Ron.

Even though he had been to Egypt oh so recently, Ron was still as pale as ever.

Ron and Harry sat on one side of the large table with food, and Hermione and I sat on the other. Harry wanted to hear all about Egypt. I wasn't quite so bothered; Egypt was just another place to go to. Besides, it was far too hot for me, I'd burn instantly. Europe was more of my forte, plus, an added advantage was less travelling time.

Ron was going on and on about how amazing he thought Egypt was, so Hermione decided to further continue their argument by saying, "You know the Egyptians worshipped cats, don't you?"

"Yeah, along with the dung beetles." Ron retaliated.

"Come on, Hermione, I'm sure we can find more intelligent conversation elsewhere." I said, getting up onto my feet.

"That sounds like a fine idea, Rory; even a pile of bricks is more intelligent than that."

We walked and talked for a minute or two, I told her about what had happened at the Dursley's, and what we had done over the past two weeks; and she told me about all the interesting studying she did, and how she got Crookshanks.

We were only walking around the table really, so we hadn't gone very far. On the second lap we bumped into Molly and Arthur.

"Good morning, Mr and Mrs Weasley." Hermione said, smiling.

I quickly set Kitty on the ground and gave each of them hugs, "Good morning Molly, good morning Arthur"

"Lovely to see the both of you, nice surprise, too." Molly replied.

I then remembered about the form which needed to be signed, "Oh, Molly, I have something which I need for you to sign. If I quickly run and get it, will you sign it?"

"I suppose, but what's it for?"

"It's my Hogsmeade letter..." I said, pointing out the obvious. Of course it was my Hogsmeade letter; I was going into third year.

"Oh, silly me, I forgot you'd skipped a year. Of course I'll sign it for you, just bring it down."

I was about to run up the stairs when I felt someone grab my arm.

"What is it?" I asked Arthur.

"Can I have a quick word?"

"If this is about Sirius, then believe me that I know more about him than you. You were going to warn Harry that you think he wants to kill him, and then tell him not to go looking for him, leaving out the fact that he's his godfather. Believe me, I know. Is there anything else?"

He shook his head, clearly mortified.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to tell him." I assured him, "Now, do you mind letting go of my arm? I really need to get a letter for Molly to sign."

He obliged, and I ran up the stairs to room 12. Thankfully, I had left the Hogsmeade letter on the top of my things in the trunk, just in case something like that happened.

I quickly grabbed the letter and raced down the stairs. I wasn't in the mood to be wasting time.

Once I had reached the bottom of the stairs, I quickly scanned the room for Molly.

I found her really easily, she was stood talking to her twins.

"Molly, here it is!" I said, running up to her.

Whilst she took it off to sign, I decided to talk t Fred and George.

"Hello Rory!" Fred said.

"How are you today, little sis?"

"I'm fine thanks, George... but I don't understand why you called me little sis... I'm not your sister..."

"Well, Rory, you just fit in so well." George told me.

"You even have the classic Weasley hair and freckles!"

"Not the eyes though." George added.

"But you're still our sister now."

I smiled.

"See? We can always cheer you up." Fred said.

"And if anyone tries to hurt you,"

"We'll hurt them worse."

"Thanks, you two, but I don't think that will be necessary. I think I'll be the one saving your necks."

"If you insist." Fred said.

"I tell you what, Fred, by the time I've finished my 7th year at Hogwarts. I guarantee that I will have saved your life."

"Wanna bet?"

"Of course. I'd be willing to bet 10 galleons on it. And, I know when it will happen, oh, and by the way, George, I'll be sorry about the ear."

"What?" George asked.

"You'll know. So, Fred, the bet?"

"I don't know... 10 galleons is a lot of money."

"Trust me; you'll have a well paying job, and no NEWTS. You'll be fine; you'll be able to pay up."

I put my hand out for him to shake.

"10 Galleons it is, then... you're not just gonna do something lame, are you?"

"No, without my intervention, you'll die. Oh, and never make a bet with a psychic." I said, smiling.

Molly handed me back the letter, and we all sat down together for a family breakfast, I had Fred on my left, and George on my right, opposite Hermione, sat in between Ron and my brother.

We had a lovely morning talking, laughing, and playing games, and just before 9:30, we all went up to our rooms together and finished getting our stuff ready for Hogwarts. I was beyond excited, I couldn't wait for my year to begin. Hopefully we'd have a good DADA teacher. And the time-turners would mean that I would be able to do so much more!

We all left the Leaky Cauldron together, all 9 of us, as if it were a family outing, and made our way together to Kings Cross, excited for the year we had ahead of us at Hogwarts.


Again, sorry this is late, I've just been doing some planning.

I now know all the names I need... I think.

I've got most of their lives planned out.

A belated Happy Birthday to Neville Longbottom, who is utterly awesome, and an actual Happy Birthday to Harry Potter :)

I won't be doing any more writing today, a Harry Potter Marathon is in order to celebrate Harry's birthday, avec plien du brainstorming :)

It's nearly 2 am so Night night dear readers.

Kaisha :)