"Come on Perce, you must have some idea of what I can get her." Charlie moaned as he threw himself onto his little brothers bed.

"I don't know Charlie, she likes books, jokes, her charm bracelet, animals, learning, magi-" he was cut off by his 19 year old brother carelessly throwing a silencing charm at him.

"Wait, she likes animals?" He asked.

Percy nodded his head with an irritated look on his face.

"What kind, magical? Muggle?" He bounced excitedly on the bed much to Percy's chagrin.

"Why won't you answer me?" He demanded after a minute or two.

Percy motioned to him mouth and Charlie's wand whilst scowling. Charlie then smiled sheepishly and undid his charm muttering a quiet 'sorry'.

"That's ok Charlie, I know your just excited about getting another sister to spoil, but remember mum and dad aren't adopting her." Percy smiled at Charlie. He was that one Weasley that no matter what they did you couldn't stay mad at them for long. He used that to his advantage much to often.

"Yeah, I know, its just nice, ya know to have another girl to spoil." He said rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yes I know. And yes she loves both, but I think she would probably love something more towards the magical end of the spectrum."

"Ok, I've got it!" He exclaimed joyously rushing towards the door. "Wait, what did you get her?" He asked, hand still poised on the door.

Percy flushed as red as his hair and beckoned his brother to his desk. Charlie looked at what Percy had been working on and smiled. On the table was a bright purple book with bright turquoise writing and bright orange flowers growing up and around it magically. As they covered the whole book, the flowers started to retrace their path and shrink back to the lock, then they started growing again. When Percy opened the book the first thing that hit Charlie was the noise. It was quiet but still there and he noticed that it was the noise of what must of been happening in the picture that was on the page. Percy had made her a beautiful photo album full of her first term of Hogwarts with an everlasting page charm on the book, so it never got full.

"Thats amazing Perce."

"Thank you, I got some of the Professors to help with the charms." He muttered back nervously. " Do you really think that she'll like it?" He asked his big brother, large blue eyes twinkling pleadingly towards him.

"I'm sure she'll love it." Charlie said, pulling his baby brother into a hug.

Once Charlie left Percy's room he dashed into his room and upturned his emergency money bag onto his bed.

"Come on, come on, come on, I know your in here." He muttered to himself as he searched. "Aha!" He exclaimed upon finding the red pouch he had been looking for. He jumped out of his window and landed on the top of his dads work shed just as he was coming out.

As Arthur left the room, he grabbed the keys to his work shed, already knowing what he was going to get Hermione. Entering his shed he got to work straight away, sawing and painting, nails protruding at odd angles from in-between his lips as he hammered away. Once done he looked at his masterpiece chuckling at it. In his hands he held a sign with chains attached above, for connecting it to the preexisting sign on the boys' door, on this sign was written in turquoise, purple and orange writing, her name in beautiful cursive and spelled to be indestructible.

As Arthur was leaving his work shed he heard a thump on the roof which was so unmistakably Charlie that he only had to shout up.

"I've left the keys in the door for you!"

And wait as his second eldest son jumped off of the roof and through the doorway, swinging the door shut behind him and starting up the 'improved' muggle lave, and the laves buzzing filled the air.

As Charlie worked he sung, a sweet melody in old Romanian drifting out into the surrounding area, drawing Molly out to see where it was coming from. You see Charlie never sung at home, it was probably the thing he was best at, even more so than Quidditch or Dragon Taming, his voice was deep and rich and it had a strong tenderness to it when he sung.

As molly walked through the door to the shed she stopped dead in her tracks as Charlie, with his back to her, sung and hammered, the hits of the hammer in perfect sync with his voice. Observing her son, her son that was so objecting to people who he didn't think of as family when he was alone, displaying such a clear tenderness towards a girl he had only just met warmed the matriarch's heart, so much so that a tear or two slipped from her eyes. Before Charlie had a chance to turn around, Molly left, catching the sparkle of a dragon scale in the corner of her eye.

Charlie, with his dragon skills, knew that his mother was there the whole time and caught her tears, sighed contently knowing that he had just helped Hermione more than any other family member could of.

As Molly walked back into the kitchen she felt the barriers she was putting up towards Hermione completely melt and give way to her heart, wishing that she could just hold the girl and help her get though the large amount on her plate. Deciding she was going to do just that she whipped out her wand, causing her knitting needles to go into over drive and then she practically jogged to the twins and Lee's, (and now Hermione's) room. When she got there she was half way between thanking the boys or strangling them when she saw the girl passed out on a bed with a bottle of dreamless sleep potion on the table behind her. She placed a kiss to the sleeping girl's forehead and tucked her in, hoping she would get a chance to make up for her behavior.

"What are we gunna get her?!" a very bouncy Harry asked, observing the shops scathingly as if saying 'So you think you're good enough for my best female friend?'

"OWL!" Screeched the third years dashing off to Eeylops, causing the others to sprint after them.

As they entered the three older boys all headed straight towards the back, where the older or unpopular owls were stored, while Harry and Ron looked are some treats for Hedwig. The owner looked strangely at the twins and Lee, sharing a questioning glance with Bill. As the boys reached the middle of the cages they all stopped and stared at what they had to say was the strangest owl they had ever seen.

"What's wrong with it?" Bill asked, only to be silenced by the glares of the other boys.

"Ahhhh," the shop owner sighed. "Poor little lassie, she is the result of what happens when you Imperius a phoenix and an owl. An experiment by Death Eaters years gone past, she dies and is reborn like phoenixes but you can tell she is part owl, can you not?" They all nodded.

"But that doesn't explain the colour." George said, as Fred and Lee nodded vigorously.

"Yes, well, that is an unfortunate tale. But I suppose if you must know, when the Death Eaters saw her, they were disappointed in what they had made and a particularly stupid one tried to vanish her, and well this is the result." He said motioning towards the strange owl.

The owl was unmistakably an owl, but she had exceedingly long tail feathers and was on fire. Her eyes were amazing, one was the deep browns of an owl whereas the other was the fiery amber of a phoenix. But despite all of this the most peculiar thing about her was that she kept flicking from colour to colour.

"She has the talents of any owl, but no one wants her, they say she is unnatural." The owner said sadly.

"We'll take her!" the third years exclaimed, much to the shock of the adults, and the joy of the owner, who said they could have her for free as long as they took good care of her and loved her.

"What am I supposed to get her?" Ron muttered to Harry as the others headed to the back of the shop. "I've got no money." He sighed distressingly.

"You can make her something!" harry exclaimed excitedly, "something from the heart, to show that you love her!"

Ron snorted at Harry's enthusiasm and carelessly said "Wow you're really getting into this, aren't you, you'd of thought you'd never done this before."

This shut harry up as he just looked at Ron, an expression of pure pain playing across his face. As Ron opened his mouth to apologize Harry launched himself at him. Tensing to be hit, Ron was extremely surprised when the tiny boy wrapped his arms around him, burying his face into his chest and sobbed, soaking his shirt within seconds. Patting his first friends back as he cried he vowed never to say something so carless again. Determined to make it up to Harry he prized the boy from him and did up his jacket so hid the wet patch on his shirt and slung an arm around him, drawing their bodies together and whispered in his ear.

"I'm sorry, let's go ask Bill if we can go to Quality Quidditch after we've got whatever you want for Hermione and I'll show you around, then we'll get some ice cream from Florentines. Ok?"

Harry nodded shyly into his chest and Ron grabbed his hand to lead him to the counter where the third year boys were grabbing random coins from strange places – like Lee's dreads, George's watch and Fred's bellybutton – to pay for owl treats.

"Where do you wanna go now then? Ron? Harry?" Bill asked the two younger boys.

They shared a glance and Harry, still holding Ron's hand tightly whispered,

"Madam Malkins."

"Madam Malkins." Ron stated boldly for him, glaring at Bill when he opened his mouth to question Harry's loss of happiness. The others however just gave him a quick squeeze when they walked past him, George lingering to whisper something into his ear which brightened his demeanor slightly, causing George to beam and Ron to grin.

As they approached the robe shop Harry rushed to the window displaying women's robes and stared at a beautiful deep green cloak with gold embroidery, the green of his eyes. They entered the shop and he headed straight to it, Madam Malkin following him to give assistance as they were the only ones in the shop. When she saw him admiring the cloak she took it off of the mannequin and he saw that the lining was scarlet.

"How much is that cloak?" George inquired for him

"Its 10 galleons, dear." The kindly woman said, smiling sweetly at the nervous Harry who was clinging to the side of George.

Ron watched as Fred and Lee looked at the men's cloaks with Bill, he was nervous of leaving harry alone but saw that he was with George and joined his eldest brother in browsing.

"It comes in any colour you like, deary." She said and Harry, now snuggled into Georges side spoke quietly but loud enough to hear,

"Can the outside be deep purple and the lining bright orange, and could the embroidery be turquoise?"

"Of course!" she said and she scurried off, flicking her wand at a sewing machine that started going at unearthly speeds with purple velvet, orange fur and turquoise thread. "What pattern would you like embroidery in, dear?" just as she asked a Dr Filbuster Firework flew from the neighboring Zonkos and he instantly said,

"Fireworks, lots of them!" he added quietly to George, "Just like her sometimes loud, sometimes quiet, but always there, shining bright and beautiful, bringing people together." As he said this the shop was quiet except from the fain clatter of the machines in hyper fast mode, all of the occupants of the store heard what he had said due to this and it made them all smile. Madam Malkin in fact decided that he could have a cloak clasp for free because of the heart wrenching love and thought put in his word for this person.

As Harry was picking the clasp, Ron barked a laugh and pointed to a few pieces needed to make a clasp and in his snort you could hear him mutter

"'You can make her something'"

Harry hearing this picked the pieces and gave them to Ron, merely saying,

"Now you can, show your love."

Now that all of the younger boys were done, Bill dumped them into Quality Quidditch Supplies, making them promise to stay there. As he jogged down the Ally he made a turn into an old antique shop. Scanning the shelves he looked for something that such a kind and brave girl would like. Coming to a dark bit of the shop, he strained his eyes and then he saw it. It was perfect, a beautiful potions bottle, spelled indestructible and untamperable, with opalite embellishments and a bottomless spell, it was perfect to be turned in to a charm for her bracelet, as it was about an inch and a half tall and half an inch wide.

Once he had paid he jogged back to the Quidditch shop and took them to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor for sundaes. As they ate they discussed everything, and Bill was surprised at how intelligent his three joker brothers were and how sensitive they all were to each other's plights, like when Harry felt too full after only a quarter of his ice cream as it was too sweet, Lee swapped with him and then when Ron was still hungry how they all gave him some of theirs.

Once they had arrived home the younger boys all dashed to Ron's room to wrap their presents. Bill went to find Charlie and Molly was still dashing around the house putting up last minuet touches for Christmas, Percy and Arthur were talking about some kind of animation charm and Ginny watched her family, wishing that she could go and talk to Hermione but she couldn't as she was still asleep.

Authors Note:

Sooooooo sorry that I haven't updated in ages but I have had way too much homework and my internet keeps playing up *pouts* I hope you all had a great Christmas, love you all xoxo