Saturday, July 2

Melody woke with the sun streaming down on her. She yawned and did a cat like stretch. Then the memory of last night came back. She didn't know what it men, but it has something to do with the picture of the Chamber. Why did she hear and see things from the past? What good did it serve? She looked over at Ginny, she was asleep with her back facing Melody. The house was quiet, even the ghoul wasn't making a sound.

Melody quietly got up and dressed. She pulled on an old green T-shirt of Peter's and another pair of baggy cargo jeans. She glanced in the mirror and noticed her hair was growing faster then usual, it was still boy like short, but it covered her ears now. She shrugged to herself, what did it matter, she'd cut it again before it got to long.

She sat down Indian-style on her cot and shuffled through her backpack. She pulled out a pad of drawing paper, a small black pencil and a miniature pencil sharpener. She put the pencil and sharpener in a cargo pocket and grabbed the pad, then made her way quietly down stairs.

She heard Mr. and Mrs. Weasly's voices coming from the kitchen and was about to walk in when she heard her name.

"Melody shouldn't be here." Mr. Weasly was saying. "This isn't her time, that mark on her cheek isn't just a birthmark like Harry thought. That's the mark of time travel. And not just that but unwilling time travel. She was brought here, and I'm not so sure it was by accident."

"What do you mean dear." Mrs. Weasly asked,

"I mean, Voldemort has risen, but he disappeared for a week, what if he went to a different time and brought her with him?"

"But why?"

"I couldn't possible begin to understand. But I think she might be from the past. Harry said she had pictures of Hogwarts and it's founders. And Ginny admitted to seeing a picture she'd drawn of the Chamber of Secrets. She might have the power of drawing the future, highly uncommon, but if she's in the future, it could cause her to draw the past."

Melody walked in then, she didn't want to know anymore, she didn't want to know who she was, and she wanted to be what she was now.

"Morning." She said sweetly.

Mrs. Weasly looked at her surprise, but acted like nothing unusual had been spoken between her and her husband.

"My, aren't you an early riser." Mrs. Weasly said.

Melody smiled, "Always up before the sun."

"What a wonderful change, my children sleep in until I tell them otherwise."

Melody laughed, "Well, us kids need our beauty sleep. 'Sept mine isn't as long as normal."

Mrs. Weasly smiled, "Well then, would you like some toast to hold you until breakfast is ready?"

"Sure, I'd love some." Melody paused, "Would it be alright if I go outside?"

Mrs. Weasly nodded magiking a plate of toast in front of her.

Melody took the plate and the glass of milk that appeared beside it, "Thank you Mrs. Weasly."

"You're welcome dear."

With a glass of milk in one hand, a plate of toast in the other, and her drawing pad under her arm she pushed the back door open and walked around to the front taking a seat on the porch steps.

As she was eating the toast her eyes fell on the tree. She grinned and quickly ate the two remaining pieces and drank the milk. She ran up to the tree and studied it, trying to decide the best way up. She tucked her drawing pad into the back of her jeans and leaped up to catch the lowest branch a few feet above her head. She tightened her grip on the branch then began swinging her lower body and flipped onto the branch (much like Harry did when his broomstick was jinxed in his first year).

She stood up on the branch spreading her arms out for balance. She looked around until she found another close branch. She glanced back at the house to make sure no one was watching, then turned her attention back to the branch. She sprang off the branch and bought old of the higher one and swung herself up onto it. She looked down, she was about six feet above ground, she looked at the house and decided this was were she'd sit. She pulled out her drawing pad and scooted back until she was able to lean against the trunk. She balanced one leg on the branch drawing up her knee to use as a desk, and let the other dangle. She pulled out her pencil and began to draw.

~*~

Harry woke to Mrs. Weasly's call for breakfast. He slipped his glasses on and stretched. He heard Ron groan and sit up. Harry sat up and pushed his bangs out of his eyes, exposing the lightning shaped scar. He stood and threw on one of Dudley's old shirt over his boxers. They weren't as long on him as they used to be, they come up to about mid-thigh, but they were still too big and hung off him.

"Common." Ron said yawning and heading to the door in a pair of Chuddly Cannons shorts and an orange shirt.

When they reached the kitchen table everyone was there, all half awake, except for Melody.

"Where's Melody?" Harry asked Ginny.

Ginny shrugged, "Dunno, she wasn't here when I woke up."

"She's outside." Mrs. Weasly said bringing in a platter of hotcakes, "Would one of you boys mind goin' out and getting her?"

"I'll do it." Harry said.

He turned and left out the front door.

The grass was still covered in the morning dew, and the sun still cast the colors in the sky. But Harry couldn't find Melody.

"Melody?" he called.

"Up here."

The voice came from the tree and Harry walked over curiously. He looked up and saw Melody sitting on a branch. Her foot dangled about half a foot above him, she wasn't wearing any shoes but her jeans came down to almost her toes, she wore a shirt that fit much like Dudley's did on him, and her short hair was still a bit sleep tussled. Her eyes stared fixedly at the pad of paper on her knee.

"How'd you get up there?" Harry asked.

She looked down at him and grinned, " 'ullo, Harry. I climbed, how else?"

He looked at her curiously, "What are you doing?"

"I'm drawing the Weasly's house." She said turning her attention back to the paper, with a quick glance at the house.

"The Burrow? Why?"

"Because…I just felt like it."

"Oh, okay. Well breakfast is ready. Mrs.Weasly wanted me to tell you to come in and eat.

"Oh," she said, "Um…I'll be in in a minuet, you can start without me."

Harry raised an eyebrow, "You sure, the twins eat like pigs."

She laughed, "Okay, then I'll be in now." She closed the drawing pad, and slipped the pencil into a pocket. "Here catch." She said dropping the pad down on him.

He caught it easily.

"Move back." she called.

Harry stepped away from the tree. She scooted up away from the tree's truck and slid off until she was hanging by her hands. She turned around so she was facing him, she swung her legs and let go, catching a lower branch during the fall, and then let go of that branch and landed on the ground, two feet firmly planted.

"Nice." He said.

She smiled, "Common, I'm starving."

Harry handed her her drawing pad and followed her into the house.