None of these characters except for Rosemary Brooks and Kathy Weasley belong to me. They are the property of JK
Rowling. Or maybe they belong to Warner Bros now. Not sure. Anyway, they certainly don't belong to me.


"Come on, boys. It's time to get up," Mrs Weasley called from outside Ron's room.

Harry climbed out of bed. It was half past six. "Ron?" he said. "You awake?"

Ron just groaned faintly and eventually got out of bed. Harry smiled as he rummaged for his jeans. Ron had never
been much of a morning person.

Down at breakfast everyone was still half asleep. Harry ate his porridge in silence. After that dream he didn't really
feel like talking to anyone. Hermione was chatting to Percy (the two of them were most decidedly morning people), but no
one else was saying much. The first morning before school was always like this, and Harry was rather comforted by the
routineness of it.

They took cabs to London, as they had the year before, but this time Crookshanks was remarkably well-behaved.
He seemed to have gotten used to his cage, and slept most of the way to the station.

They all got on the train without any mishaps, with the possible exception of Fred turning Hermes into a falcon to
see if Percy would notice. Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny all shared a compartment. They all chatted about what school
might be like this year, whether Snape would have been sacked yet, and who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts
teacher might be. They were all laughing and talking quite happily until Ginny said, "Percy said that all the pupils from
Salem are coming with us this year! Won't that be brilliant! I mean, he's been moaning about it, of course, 'such a bother for
the department', but still, I think that...what?"

There was an awkward pause as Ron and Hermione looked at Harry. "What?" said Ginny, nonplused. "What did I
say?"

"It's okay, Ginny," said Harry slowly. "But perhaps there's something we should tell you." And then he told her
everything that Hermione had told him about Rosemary and her family, but still he said nothing about his dream the
previous night. Ginny kept gasping, and asked lots of the questions that Harry and Ron had asked when the story was first
told to them.

"So that's it, really," he concluded. "And you might as well know now, because it's going to spread round school
like wildfire when everyone finds out."

"You mean when Fred and George find out," said Ginny, grinning.

"Yeah, that too," said Harry, trying to smile.

"But that's so awful for you, Harry," said Ginny, coming back to the matter in hand. "I mean, it's brilliant and
everything, now that you know, but why did they never tell you?"

"I don't know. Why did Sirius never tell me, that's what I want to know."

"Well, I hope she's a nice person, that's all," said Hermione. "After all, we'll be seeing a lot of her all year."

"Hermione, does the Salem Witches institute only teach witches?" asked Ron.

"No, Ron, don't get your hopes up," she answered with sarcasm. "It's just called the Witches Institute because of the
history of witch hunting in the area, but they do teach wizards too."

"Why are they so many flower names in your family, Harry?" said Ron, rather hastily changing the subject. "Lily,
Petunia, Rosemary. Bit mad really, no offense."

"Dunno, really. Never really thought about it." Then Harry grinned. "Glad they didn't name me after a flower."
Everyone smiled. "But seriously, I wonder they're all named like that."

"You could always ask Rosemary later," suggested Hermione.

"Yeah, maybe."

The rest of the train ride was uneventful. Malfoy didn't come to annoy them as he usually did; it later transpired that
he wasn't feeling too well that day, and Harry thought that perhaps Malfoy didn't want to ruin his reputation or something.

The four of them got off the train, waved to Hagrid as usual (Harry thought that Hagrid avoided his eyes slightly -
obviously he knew about Rosemary) and looked around for the stage coaches that would take them up to the school. But
they weren't there. The other pupils looked confused too, until Lee Jordan shouted, "Look at this!"

"What's he pointing at, Ron?" asked Hermione.

"Not sure," said Ron, the tallest of the three, as he tried to look over the heads of the crowd. "Some sort of sign
pinned to that tree..."

But then Lee said, "It's a message from Dumbledore! It says...hang on, move out of the way, Fred...'Pupils - go to
the Quidditch pitch to wait for our guests. They will be arriving by portkey within the hour.' Within the HOUR? It's almost
nine at night, we've got to wait another hour for them? I'm starving already!"

The rest of the crowd was complaining too, but they all started to move in the direction of the Quidditch pitch.
After all, there wasn't much else to be done.

"Come on, then," said Harry to the others in a voice that didn't sound quite like his own. "We'd better go..."

Hermione and Ron exchanged looks, but said nothing. The three of them walked in silence to the pitch - Ginny had
gone to find her friends - all wondering the same thing. What was Rosemary going to be like?

Finally they reached the field, where the students stood around in little groups talking. Harry turned to the others
and said, "I wonder when they'll be arriving. I hope 'within the hour' means the hour between eight and nine, and not this
next hour, or we'll be here forever, won't we? I mean, Dumbledore could have at least..." His voice trailed off as he realized
that Ron and Hermione weren't listening. They weren't even looking at him, they were staring at someone behind him. Ron
looked shocked, and Hermione had unmistakable tears in her eyes. Harry spun around.

Just a few feet behind him was a slim girl of about his own height with dark curly hair. She was quite pretty, but it
was difficult to tell at the moment because she looked as if she was about to cry. "Oh..." said Harry, realizing why the
others had been staring at her. He stepped towards her and said, trying to keep his voice steady, "Rosemary?"

"Yes," she said. "Yes, I am. And you're Harry Potter." Her accent was noticeable straight away.

"Yes," said Harry, because he couldn't think of much else to say. He just stared at her, and she stared back. This was
his family. Finally he had a family.

They stood like that for almost a whole minute, just looking at each other, until suddenly Rosemary threw her arms
around him. Once Harry had recovered from his shock, he hugged her back. Rosemary began to cry, and even Harry could
feel a tear running down his cheek. He wiped it away quickly. Why was he crying? There was no reason to cry about it...

"Ah, Rosemary, I see you have found Harry on your own."

Harry and Rosemary broke apart quickly, and Rosemary wiped her eyes frantically.

"It's quite all right," smiled the woman. "I'm Professor Clarke, Harry. From the Salem Witches Institute."

"Oh, right," Harry said. "I hadn't realized..."

"You hadn't realized the teachers were coming?" Professor Clarke smiled. "No, most of them aren't, but I, as the
headmistress, felt it was my duty. One or two others have come as well." She smiled at Rosemary. Smiling seemed to be her
main talent. "I'll leave Rosemary to you, shall I? I'm sure you and your friends will do a wonderful job of showing her
around. And now, on to the feast!" She strode towards the school, still smiling.

"Come on, let's go," said Harry, grabbing Rosemary's hand and taking her to meet the others.