CHAPTER 2
I sat up and looked around. I was in the Weasleys' kitchen! I recognized it by the small size of the room. I turned to see Fred and George heaving a trunk up the stairs. That must have been my stuff. I stood up and scanned the room. I saw a stout, plump woman running towards me with her arms out.
"You must be Natalie!", she exclaimed, squeezing me to death, "So nice to have you come stay with us. I see the boys carried your trunk upstairs? You'll be staying in the guestroom. Why don't you go on upstairs? Dinner will be ready soon."
Before I could ask any questions, Mrs. Weasley bustled over to the stove. I walked slowly and nervously up the stairs. I heard laughter, and all of a sudden, a door burst open.
"Will you keep it down? I have to finish my presentation paper!", yelled an older looking boy who must have been Percy, "Oh hi! You must be that half-muggle American girl. You're looking for that door."
He pionted down the hall to the last door. That must have been where the laughter was coming from. I stood there in front of the door, hesitated, and then knocked. A boy with black hair opened the door. I knew at once that this was Harry Potter.
I sat up and looked around. I was in the Weasleys' kitchen! I recognized it by the small size of the room. I turned to see Fred and George heaving a trunk up the stairs. That must have been my stuff. I stood up and scanned the room. I saw a stout, plump woman running towards me with her arms out.
"You must be Natalie!", she exclaimed, squeezing me to death, "So nice to have you come stay with us. I see the boys carried your trunk upstairs? You'll be staying in the guestroom. Why don't you go on upstairs? Dinner will be ready soon."
Before I could ask any questions, Mrs. Weasley bustled over to the stove. I walked slowly and nervously up the stairs. I heard laughter, and all of a sudden, a door burst open.
"Will you keep it down? I have to finish my presentation paper!", yelled an older looking boy who must have been Percy, "Oh hi! You must be that half-muggle American girl. You're looking for that door."
He pionted down the hall to the last door. That must have been where the laughter was coming from. I stood there in front of the door, hesitated, and then knocked. A boy with black hair opened the door. I knew at once that this was Harry Potter.