*I don't own Harry Potter (Wish I did, I'd be rich!)
*Oh, I switched some of the kids' ages to fit the story. The timeline isn't exactly canon with J.K.R., but the families and stuff are (with the exception of Isobelle obviously). On to the story!
"Everyone, this is Isobelle," My mother introduces cheerfully. Most of the adults give me empty smiles, just to be polite. Some of the children gawk at me. This is a very unnerving moment. Easily twenty-five pairs of eyes are all glued to me. I can imagine that my mum's made at least some mention of me before bringing me over here, because no one seems shocked in the slightest. A short plump woman with grey-streaked red hair comes forward and gives me a bone-crushing hug.
"Hello, dear! It's so wonderful to see you!" She says excitedly. My face is pressed into her shoulder, so I can't really say anything back other than 'mrph frmpph fmm...' The woman releases me from her death-grip and takes a good look at me. She has kind brown eyes and a warm motherly smile. I can tell just by looking at her that she's the matron of the house.
"Darling, you can call me Grandma Molly," she tells me excitedly. Wow, she isn't even my real grandmother and she's off the bat the nicest grandparent I've ever had. "You look just like Hermione!" Mum seems proud to hear this. Grandma Molly starts pointing out all of the family members to me. Their names and faces all blur together, there are so many of them that I can't put them all together. Later on, though, most of the adults just come up to me on their own and introduce themselves. I'm thankful for that, or else I wouldn't know anyone's names.
I'm sitting down listening to some incredible story Rose is telling me about Crookshanks, Mum's cat, when another couple come up to say hello. It's a woman with long red hair and brown eyes like Grandma Molly. Her husband has messy black hair and piercing green eyes that are hidden behind round glasses. I know who this man is!
"Y-you're Harry Potter!" I can't believe it. I'm meeting Harry Potter! Harry Potter is Mum's brother-in-law! The man smiles and nods like he's used to this recognition. I wouldn't doubt it.
"That's me, but I much prefer 'Uncle Harry' these days," he chuckles. He seems really nice, I can't imagine why Dad doesn't like him.
"I think I can do that," I reply with a smile.
"This is my wife, Ginny," Uncle Harry introduces the pretty red-haired woman to me. She waves 'hello'.
"Hi, Aunt Ginny." Aunt Ginny smiles at me.
"Oh, you're a quick learner, I take it," she jokes. She turns to Rose. "How are you enjoying your new sister?"
"Lots and lots," Rose answers happily. "Belle's staying with us until Sunday!" She tells them. Uncle Harry grins at her.
"Well, that sounds like a lot of fun. I hope you enjoy your weekend, Isobelle."
"Thank you."
"Aunt Ginny, where's Lily and Al?" Rose asks Aunt Ginny.
"I think they're out back," she answers. Rose hops down from the sofa and grabs my hand to take me with her.
"Come on, Belle!"
"Victoire and Dominique should be out there as well," Aunt Ginny tells me quietly, sensing that I'll go insane if I have to spend the rest of my night with a five-year-old. She's right, even I can't spend all day with Scorpius without my maturity level decreasing a bit. Rose leads me out the back door. I see Lily outside, along with her older brother, Al. They're playing tag along with Hugo and one of Uncle Percy's daughters, Lucy. Rose runs off to join them.
"You're Aunt Hermione's daughter, right?" A girl asks me. She looks a couple years younger than me, twelve maybe. She has rust-colored hair, freckles, and muddy green eyes. I remember her as one of Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur's daughters.
"Yeah," The girl waves me over to sit in the lawn chair beside her. I gingerly take a seat.
"I'm Dom," she introduces herself. She seems nice.
"My name is Isobelle." Dom gestures to the girl sitting beside her. She's very pretty, with long, strawberry-blonde hair, clear blue eyes, and delicate features. She reminds me too much of Astoria for my liking. She looks to be my age. "and this is my sister, Victoire."
"Nice to meet you," I say politely, offering my hand and a smile to her. Victoire curls her lip at me.
"Pleasure," she replies curtly, staring me down. Once she decides I'm not worthy of her time, Victoire stands up and goes back inside. I wonder if it was something that I said. Dom rolls her eyes.
"Sorry about that, Victoire can be, well, Victoire at times." Trust me, I know the type.
"It's fine. I'm used to it." Dom wrinkles her eyebrows in confusion.
"What do you mean?" She asks.
"Well, my step-mother doesn't really like me either," I answer. Dom is quiet for a second, and I think I might have offended her by assuming negatively about her sister.
"It's not that Victoire doesn't like you, she's just really stuck-up. If she's being rude to you, It means she feels threatened," Dom explains. I don't feel that that makes any sense.
"Threatened? Why would she feel threatened by me? I just met her." I'm just meeting this side of my family, I don't want to start making enemies.
"Because, she feels that you're getting more attention than her," Dom answers nonchalantly.
"Oh."
"Yeah, you'll get used to it soon enough. She's harmless, really," Dom promises me. I sure hope she's right. The back door swings open. A teenage boy steps out. He has on a red t-shirt. He's also wearing khaki shorts and sandals. He seems nice enough, because he smiles at Dom and I both. The odd thing is, he has turquoise hair. I'm positive that Dad would kill me if I ever dyed my hair such an outrageous color.
"What's Vic's problem?" he asks, looking at Dom and I. Dom shrugs like she doesn't really care.
"D'you really think I know that?" The boy shakes his head and plops down in the chair beside me. He smiles and extends his hand for a handshake. At least someone in this family has manners.
"I'm Teddy." I shake his hand back. He's very nice looking, not that I would ever tell him so. I'm not forward.
"Isobelle. Nice hair."
"Nice cast," he quips, pointing to my broken arm. "How'd you get it?"
"Fell out of a tree." Teddy nods with a look that says impressive. It sure didn't feel impressive when it happened.
"I broke my arm once. I bet my friend five sickles I could do a backflip off a park swing," he tells me. That sounds like an incredibly stuid bet.
"And what happened?" Teddy smiles and shakes his head like he remembers the day it happened.
"I lost five sickles." That makes me laugh. Dom stands up.
"Well, I suppose I'll leave you two lovebirds alone." Teddy scowls at her retreating back.
"That's gross, Dom! We're cousins!" He calls after her. I don't think Teddy knows who I am. He isn't my cousin. We're not related.
"I'm only related to the Weasleys by marriage," I tell him. Teddy looks at me like that has nothing to do with anything.
"I'm not related to them really either. I'm only Harry's godson." No one told me Uncle Harry had a godson.
"How are we related, then?" I ask, interested to find out. Forget anything that I said about Teddy being handsome. Apparently, he's my cousin, so that's wrong.
"Well, your dad and my mum're first cousin's. Your grandmother Narcissa is sisters with my Gran Andromeda," he explains. Andromeda? I've never heard that name before in my life.
"I don't think I've ever heard of her." Teddy nods.
"You probably haven't. She was disowned for marrying a muggle-born, my Grandpa Ted. He died before I was born, though." I'm guessing he's the man that Teddy was named after. His grandmother was disowned for marrying a muggle-born? That's teribble, but knowing Grandmother, it seems like something her family would do. Considering Dad was nearly disowned for having a child with a muggle-born.
"So, who is your mother, then?" A despondent look crosses Teddy's face. He looks away from me.
"Nymphadora Tonks," he mumbles. I can barely hear him.
"Oh, I don't believe I've met her yet." Teddy shakes his head.
"You haven't."
"How do you know that?"
"She died when I was a baby. Both my parents did," he says quietly. I immediately feel bad for asking. I know a lost parent is a sensitive subject. My mum isn't dead, but all those years without her, she might as well have been.
"I'm so sorry," I tell Teddy, genuinely meaning it. "But, you have your grandmother, don't you?" Teddy shakes his head again.
"She died when I was nine. I live with Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny," he tells me. I feel terrible for Teddy. It must be terrible to be orphaned and have no grandparents.
"I'm really sorry, Teddy. It must be very hard." Teddy runs his hand through his hair.
"Yeah, I still kind of can't believe Aunt Hermione. People shouldn't give up their kids. They don't know how lucky they are. There are some people who actually want to be with their children, but they can't." I know how he feels, and I agree with him. I watch in awe as Teddy's hair gradually shifts from turqouise to a bubblegum pink color. I have to blink to make sure I'm not hallucinating.
"Your hair..." Teddy looks up at me. His eyes are also different in color as well. Instead of the light brown they were, they're now considerably darker and twinkling. I think I'm going insane.
"Oh, yeah...I'm a metamorphagus. I can change my features at will," he tells me, stopping my minor freak-out. That's so amazing.
"That's brilliant, Teddy."
"Thanks, I inherited from my mum," he says sheepishly, like he doesn't believe how impressed I am.
"Really, it is. I wish I could do something that incredible." Teddy shrugs.
"I was born with the ability, so I don't think it counts as a talent. I'm sure you can do something better." Not really.
"I can draw well. I read a lot," I say. Yeah, that totally beats being a metamorphagus.
"And you're an introvert," Teddy adds. It seems like an out-of-the-blue statement, but it isn't.
"What do you mean?"
"I can just tell. You seem pretty overwhelmed from meeting everyone, and you're very quiet," he observes. Teddy's right. It seems like even though he's known me for only ten minutes, he's able to read me very well.
"I don't know too many people," I tell him.
"Do you have friends?" I nod.
"Two." It sounds pathetic, but I'm happy with it. I don't very muchlike being surrounded by a lot of people. Teddy nods understandingly. It's really refreshing that even though Teddy seems like an extremely outgoing person, he's still very down-to-earth, moreso than anyone I've ever met. I think I'll enjoy talking to him very much.
"Do they know about everything?" He asks, reclining back in his chair. I shake my head. If I told Holly and Emma, they'd just feel bad for me. I don't like it when people pity me. It makes me feel like a charity case.
"I don't really talk to anyone about it."
"Talking helps, you know. Why don't you tell your Dad? I think he'd understand." My dad is a lot of things, but understanding isn't one of them. He has moments where he understands me, but he isn't understanding.
"He has other things to worry about," I answer quietly. Teddy raises his eyebrows, and I notice that they're blonde now.
"You don't think you're important?" He questions.
"I didn't say that..." But I was thinking it. I have been for a while now.
"You didn't have to. D'you not feel like you're good enough for your dad?" He questions.
"I don't know. I mean, I used to. It just seems like lately, I've been making his life harder. And I don't exactly get along with his wife," I confess. Teddy just nods and closes his eyes, letting the sun bathe his face and legs. It is kind of warm out. I should have worn robes with shorter sleeves. I look out into the huge yard. All of the children are still out playing, chasing each other and shrieking happily in their high-pitched voices. It puts a smile on my face.
"Well, he's never going to know how you feel if you never tell him," Teddy says to me. He'd make a great philosipher. The back door opens. A little boy pokes his head out. He has toffee-colored skin and wild, bushy curls. It's one of Uncle George and Aunt Angelina's sons, except I can't tell which.
"Dinner's ready!" He announces, looking at Teddy and I. Teddy stands up.
"That's my cue." He offers his hand to help me up. We walk inside, followed by whichever one of the twins this is. He has a very cheeky smile, both of them do. As soon as I step foot on the ground a loud, crackling noise goes off and sparks fly everywhere around us, and at my and Teddy's feet. I can't help it, I scream. The hem of the top layer of my robes catches fire, and I throw it off and try to stamp on it in an attempt to put the fire out. Teddy tries to help me, but he seems a lot calmer than I am, like this is a regular occurence. Even when all the sparks die down, my heart is still racing, and I felt like I just had a heart attack. The other twin comes out from behind a chair where he must have been hiding, and they both collapse on top of each other in a fit of laughter. Teddy glares at them both.
"You little snots! That's not funny, you scared her half to death!" He shouts over their hysterics. Teddy turns to me. "I'm sorry, they're sneaky little buggers, especially Roxanne. She seems all sweet and endearing, but it's just a trick." Roxanne? I thought they were both boys.
"One of them's a girl? They aren't identical?" Teddy laughs and shakes his head.
"No, they aren't even twins. Fred's seven and Roxanne is six. No one can really tell them apart, though. Fred refuses to get a haircut, and Roxanne won't wear dresses. It makes them all the more dangerous." Huh, I can believe that. Uncle George and Aunt Angelina rush into the room.
"I heard screaming and laughter, and I knew my children had to have something to do with it," George sighs, eyeing Fred and Roxanne on the ground, gasping for air. I can see a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. His expression contrasts greatly with that of his wife, who looks downright furious. I think I'd be a little annoyed too if I had to deal with their antics all the time. When Roxanne and Fred see their parents, they immediately sober up. Aunt Angelina puts her fists on her hips, and her brown eyes bore into their beady hazel ones.
"Which one of you is responsible for this?" She demands.
"Me," Fred and Roxanne say in unison. Teddy gives me a look like, watch this. Aunt Angelina seems irritated by their response.
"I want a name."
"Fred," they both answer. Aunt Angelina sighs.
"Ange, I think Fred's wearing the blue shirt," George supplies. Angelina shakes her head.
"No, that's definitely Roxanne," she says back, giving both of her children hard looks. It seems odd that Uncle George and Aunt Angelina can't tell their own children apart, but Fred and Roxanne do look remarkably alike for them not to be twins.
"Roxanne," Uncle George says calmly, hoping that one of them will answer before the other.
"Yes?" Both Fred and Roxanne answer. Merlin, they're good. Aunt Angelina rolls her eyes in exasperation.
"That's it. If you don't tell me who you are right now, I'm taking both of you to the bathroom and making you take your pants down. Is that clear?" She threatens. Both of the kids' eyes widen.
"I'm Fred," the one in the blue shirt, says quickly. Uncle George was right.
"I'm Roxanne," the one in the green blurts out. Aunt Angelina doesn't seem any happier at their confessions.
"What did I tell you about taking Whizbangs from your father's store?"
"Not to," Fred and Roxanne answer in unison.
"Consider your brooms confiscated for the rest of the weekend. And I believe you owe Isobelle and Teddy an apology." Aunt Angelina taps her foot impatiently.
"Sorry," Fred and Roxanne apologize, with both their heads hung.
"It's fine," I say back politely. Aunt Angelina pulls out her wand and repairs my robes for me. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Isobelle." Teddy rolls his eyes at Fred and Roxanne.
"One day, you two're going to kill me," he gripes. Aunt Angelina and Uncle George each take a child and haul them off with them.
"Merlin, I can't wait till the pair of you reach puberty," Uncle George mutters. Teddy turns to me.
"You alright?" I nod.
"Yeah, fine I guess."
"That was a hell of a scream," he notes, smirking.
"Yes, well, I'm not used to this hectic family dynamic. My house is very quiet," I inform him. Grandma Molly walks into the living room.
"Teddy, would you go tell your cousins that dinner is ready?" She asks. Teddy nods.
"Sure, Gran." He throws open the back door. "Hey, you lot! Come and get dinner!" He shouts loudly. Grandma Molly gives Teddy a resigned look.
"Thank you, Teddy..." she sighs.
"Anytime." Grandma Molly leaves to tell the others that dinner's ready. Five little bodies charge toward the glass back door. Hugo and Lily trip over each other and start laughing.
"Lily's a klutz in the making," Teddy informs me. When all of the kids reach the door, Teddy 'accidentally' locks it. It's hilarious watching them all pound on the door frantically. Teddy starts laughing.
"Belle, make him open the door!" Rose shrieks, her voice muffled through the glass.
"Help us!" Al yells, getting little handprints all over the door.
"Come on, Teddy, let them in," I tell him. Teddy smirks.
"Fine, since you asked so nicely," Teddy unlocks the door, and all the kids topple inside and take off toward the dining room. Lucy hangs behind for a moment so that she can aim a kick at Teddy's shin. "Lucy, we don't kick people! You know that!" He tells her in a harsh tone. Lucy giggles and scurries away after her other cousins.
"You have to deal with this just about every day?" I ask. Teddy nods.
"Just about. Somehow, I always get stuck babysitting them," he informs me. He looks like he doesn't mind it as much as he sounds like he does.
"Oh, that must be interesting." Teddy quirks his eyebrows.
"Well, that's one way to put it. Come on, I'm starving." Teddy and I go into the dining room, where the adults are already seated, and so are most of the children. I take the seat to Teddy's left. Rose and Al are having some animated conversation about something. Fred and Roxanne are whispering and snickering with James, no doubt planning something sneaky. Dom comes down the stairs and walks into the room. She slides into the seat beside me.
"Dominique, where is your sister?" Aunt Fleur asks.
"Upstairs," Dom replies nonchalantly, pouring herself a glass of pumkin juice.
"Will you tell her that it's time for dinner?" Uncle Bill questions. Dom scrunches her eyebrows and pouts.
"Do I have to?" Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur nod.
"Yes, you have to." Dom groans. Lucky for her, Louis and younger Molly (I'm trying to avoid confusion) walk into the dining room, followed by Grandpa Arthur. Dom perks up at the sight of her younger brother.
"Louis, will you go tell Vic that dinner's ready?" She asks sweetly. Louis nods, oblivious to the fact that he's being manipulated by Dom's laziness.
"Okay." Dom smiles to herself. Her parents both give her disapproving looks. When Louis returns with Victoire, she skims me over briefly with her eyes, giving me a cold look. I seriously have no idea what her problem is. She gives Teddy a huge smile and takes thes eat beside him, making a point to sit a little closer to him than necessary. Does she not know that Teddy and I are apparently second cousins, which would make it totally gross and morally wrong for me to like him now? Despite what Dom says, I'm pretty sure that Victoire doesn't like me at all, no matter the reason.
Minutes later, everyone's settled into light conversation. It's mostly about what's going with everyone and casual things like that. It's pretty loud, and this setting is definitely far different from any family dinner that I've ever had. I sit quietly and eat my food, just observing the conversation rather than taking part in it. That way, I get to find out very interesting things about certain members of the family, like how Uncle George owns a joke shop, Aunt Ginny used to play for the Holyhead Harpies, Aunt Fleur is part Veela, and that Aunt Audrey's mother is a muggle from Romania. The Weasleys seem to be a very fascinating family.
"Are you still alive?" Teddy whispers jokingly.
"What?"
"You haven't said a word this entire time," he tells me. I wouldn't mind keeping it that way.
"I know. I prefer listening." Teddy seems amused by this.
"Wallfower," he mutters. I continue listening to Uncle Harry and Ron talk about an arrest they made last week. They're Aurors, and Uncle Harry heads the department. They're talking about a wizard who was caught using the Imperius curse to try and rob a convenience store. Every so often, Ron's eyes rest on me, but he reaverts them. I haven't spoken to him at all yet, but I know that he doesn't exactly appreciate my prescence. I can't say that I blame him. The conversation switches to one about Hogwarts, and since I've never been, I'm completely lost. But it gives me a proper excuse not to say anything. Grandma Molly looks up at me curiously.
"You don't go to Hogwarts do you, Isobelle?" she asks. I shake my head. I don't like how everyone turns to look at me as soon as Grandma Molly starts talking to me. It makes me nervous that I might say something wrong, even though she's just asking a simple question.
"No, I go to the Art Institute of England," I answer.
"Fancy..." Uncle George mutters under his breath. Aunt Angelina nudges his shoulder. If anyone else heard him, they ignore him. He must make comments like that often. Grandpa Arthur gives me an apology smile.
"That seems interesting, do you enjoy it there?" He questions.
"I enjoy it very much."
"That's wonderful. Is there a Muggle Studies program there?" Oddly enough, Grandpa Arthur is very interested in muggle things. From what I've seen, he has quite a few of them around the house.
"Yes, but I don't take Muggle Studies, though." The rest ofthe adults and the older kids all look at me. I know what they're thinking: I'm a bigoted, blood-supremist Malfoy who thinks of it as a joke to take the course. But that isn't true. "What I mean is that it just doesn't interest me," I say, trying to rephrase it as best I can. I still get the same looks from the rest of the family. "It's just that...well, I..." I let my voice trail off, realizing that I've probably ruined any chance of making the Weasleys like me. Victoire sniggers behind her hand. I look down and focus on my plate, feeling my face turn red. This is why I don't like to speak that much.
"Do you have any other interests, Isobelle?" Grandma Molly asks. I know she's trying very hard to involve me in the conversation and make me feel included, but it isn't working. I don't deny that the Weasleys are a very warm and loving family, but at the same time I know that I can't just expect them to accept with me wide-open arms. It'll take some time for them to get used to me, and likewise for me.
"Not really. I lead a very boring life, actually." A lot of them sound surprised to hear this. I guess they were expecting some amazing tales of me travelling across the world and spending money on lavish things that I don't actually need. None of that is true. It just goes to show how easy it is for people to have preconceived notions of you solely based on your last name.
"You aren't an only child are you, Isobelle?" Aunt Ginny asks. I suppose she means other than Rose and Hugo, because they're obviously my siblings. I shake my head.
"No, I have a younger brother, Scorpius," I tell everyone. A few of the adults subconsciously glance at Mum. Ron looks disturbed by it. "By my step-mother," I add quickly.
"Of course," Grandma Molly smiles. Luckily, the attention is taken off me when Lily falls over in her chair. Teddy starts laughing, but he tries to hide it.
"See? I told you," he whispers to me. Lily climbs back up on her chair.
"Oi, Harry, you might want to strap her in next time," Uncle George suggests. Harry laughs at his idea.
"I might give it a try. Lily, are you alright?" Lily nods.
"I'm 'kay," She assures everyone, going back to her food like nothing ever happened. Uncle Bill keeps talking about one of their other brothers, Charlie, who works with dragons in Romania. That's how Uncle Percy and Aunt Audrey met, through Charlie. Charlie isn't married though, and he has to spend most of his time in Romania. It seems like a very amazing job, working with dragons. But dangerous would be the second word I'd use to describe it. I could never imagine doing something like that. Dom taps me on the shoulder.
"You don't talk much, do you?" She asks.
"I don't really know what to say. I'm not exactly sure what anyone's talking about," I tell her.
"No one is." Well, that's reassuring I guess.
"Is it always like this?" Dom nods.
"This loud? Yeah. But we only come over to the Burrow once or twice a week."
"Oh." I couldn't imagine coming over any more than that. My ears are practically ringing as it is. Aside from all the loud chatter, the kids are constantly shrieking and giggling and laughing. The only one who's being completely quiet is Molly, she's reading a book under the table. I wish I could do that. Victoire and Teddy are engaged in some sort of loud conversation about someone, I'm not sure who. Dom leans in closer to me.
"Vic fancies Teddy a lot," she whispers. Oh, that wasn't obvious...
"Does he fancy her back?" Dom shrugs.
"Not sure. I think he does a bit, but that's just me."
"Oh." Dom decides to change the subject, noticing that I'm not particularly interested in the gossip.
"So, how long are you here for?" she asks.
"Until Sunday evening."
"So, just the weekend?" I nod.
"Yep. Every other weekend." Hopefully, that'll be enough time for the Weasleys to get to like me.
After another couple of hours at the Burrow, we finally came back home. Dinner didn't go bad. It's just that a lot of the family members were asking me questions that I wasn't exactly sure of how to answer. I know that they were just trying to get to know me, but it made me very uncomfortable. I really appreciated how Teddy and Dom tried to make me feel welcome, though. Especially Teddy. He seems like he'll potentially be a really good friend to me, as long as he doesn't get corrupted by Victoire.
"Okay, so this is how you turn the telly on and off, and then you press this to see all the shows you can watch. Oh, and you can put in the number and it shows you the station. And then that little box tells you about the show. If you wanna watch it, you touch this button. Kay, Belle?" Rose is explaining to me how to use the television. It seems simple enough, from her instructions anyway.
"Okay." She chooses a show and hands the remote over to me. "I like this movie. It's Sleeping Beauty, do you know what that is?" Rose asks. I nod.
"I've read the story many times," I tell her. The televison version that we're watching is done it what Rose explained to me as 'cartoons'. They're like caricatures that actually resemble people. It's brilliant. Rose snuggles up closer to me. Occassionally, she says things like 'D'you like it?' or 'This is my favorite part'. It gives me the feeling that she really enjoys the entire film, and hopes that I like it, too.
When it's over, I wait until after the credits roll to grab for the remote. The film really was great. It was a little different from the story I know, but it was still enjoyable. I look over at Rose. She's laying on my shoulder, her eyes are closed and her breathing is even. I didn't realize until now that she's fallen asleep. I try to move her off of my shoulder just a bit so that she can be more comfortable. Rose's eyelids flutter, and they open slowly.
"Did I miss the rest?" she asks drowsily.
"You fell asleep."
"Did you see the end?"
"Yes, it was fantastic. I really liked it." Rose gives me a sleepy smile.
"Good. Sleeping Beauty is my favorite princess. Who's your favorite princess?"
"Cinderella." Rose's dark red eyebrows wrinkle.
"Why?"
"I relate to her the most, I suppose." I tell Rose. She yawns again.
"You're really sleepy," I observe. Rose nods and rubs her eyes.
"I'm goin to bed. Good night, Belle." Rose climbs down from the edge of my bed.
"Good night, Rose." As an afterthought, Rose reaches over to give me a tight hug. I hug her back.
"I'm happy you're my sister," She says quietly. That warms my heart.
"So am I, Rose." At least I know that someone in this family already accepts me.
*(A/N: So, Isobelle finally met the Weasleys. So, she's a bit overwhelmed by such a huge family. Ron's still kind of distancing himself from her, but yay for friendly Teddy and Dom! Thanks for reading! Leave a review lease! :D )
