STORY: TWitches

CHAPTER: Meetings

AUTHOR: BashfulC

RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: I own nada so don't sue! The Amelia Ronaldi character belongs to me but the name belongs to Meg Cabot, author of The Princess Diaries.

SUMMARY: They were separated for sixteen years to keep them safe. Now they're about to meet again and Hogwarts will never be the same.

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Kelly: Thanks for the review! Here's a cookie! *Hands Kelly a cookie* Hope you like! And yes, I've read the books; not all of them cause we can't afford em but I love the first two! Hope you like this chapter.

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Seeing Things

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Amelia "Mia" Ronaldi hummed softly to herself as she walked out of the town of St. Catchpole to her new home. She, her novelist parents, her three cats, two dogs, and one owl had moved here from London because her parents wanted to have more 'downtime." She smiled softly. /Downtime, yeah right. They just wanted to get me out of Death Street. And Grandpa didn't help./ she thought to herself.

Her surrogate grandfather, Dan Door, had urged her parents to leave London; according to him, it was getting too dangerous. Her parents trusted Grandpa with there lives and had immediately begun searching for a house. When her father had told Grandpa that they had found a home just outside St. Catchpole, he had gotten a mischievous twinkle in his eye that went unnoticed by everyone but her. She shook her head and smiled bitterly. No one but she knew the real dangers that were in London.

Deatheaters were everywhere. She had stopped reading the 'muggle' papers because there was always at least three "unexplainable deaths" of "good, upstanding citizens." The Daily Prophet was no better, reporting nothing but rumors, sightings of raids and Deatheaters; as well as predictions and warnings. And not once did they say his name! /I mean, how hard is it to say Voldemort?/ she asked herself. Her grandpa had taught her at an early age that "fear of a name, increases fear of the thing itself." Of course, he had been talking about horses and how she was terrified of riding Black Thunder, a stallion at the nearby horse ranch, but still.

She stopped at a small dirt road and looked up at the house that was obviously held up by magic. She had discovered this house two weeks ago and this was the first time she could hear people in it. A small sign next to it proclaimed it as "The Burrow" and she smiled. A short redheaded girl ran around the house, a taller boy with black hair chasing her.

"Ginny! What did you do to my hair!?" He yelled as she giggled. The front door opened and a pair of redheaded twins walked out. From her perch, she could hear everything that was said as the girl, Ginny, hid behind the twins.

"Don't worry Ronnikins; the potion'll come out in two hours." The one with a G on his shirt told him. She stifled a laugh as the boy's expression.

"Or maybe five." This was from the one with F on his shirt.

"Possibly twenty-four."

"Maybe even a week."

"We're still trying to get the time down right." G-Shirt finished. Another boy, with bright red hair that was sticking out in every direction walked out calmly. He raised an eyebrow at the twins.

"Fred, George, your mum wants to talk to you. And by the way, I never want to have red hair again. No offense, but it's not fun to look into your mirror and see red hair instead of black." He told them as they paled and a woman's voice yelled from inside.

"Fred! George! Get inside right now!" The twins glanced at each other and walked glumly inside. She watched as the three remaining teens laughed at the conversation that followed.

"How dare you! What have I told you about testing your jokes on members of this family? Do you think its funny, giving Harry red hair, your brother black hair, and me blonde hair?" She continued to rant as another young man walked outside and Amelia lost all concentration on the woman's voice.

He had long red hair that was tied back with a ponytail, a tooth earring, and regular muggle clothes. He was older than her that was for sure, around twenty five or so. He was perhaps the coolest, and hottest, looking guy she had ever seen. A yelp made her jump and she fell off the fence. She could hear the boy cursing, an unfamiliar voice chastising him and the older woman's voice.

"What on earth is going on?!" She asked. The boy spoke up.

"There was a girl watching us. She was standing on the fence." Mia panicked. She peeked over the hedge in time to see the woman go pale and sigh. Her eyes widened as the group started walking towards her. She swallowed, and bit her lip, thinking. Her decision made, she jumped up and ran off. She could hear the group yelling at her but she didn't stop. If she would've looked back, she would've seen the group halt in there steps, stunned.

"Hermione?" The two boys whispered in confusion.

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Eventually the voices faded and she slowed to a walk as she opened her own gate and walked inside her house, trying to get her breathing back under control. She waved absently to her mother who was sitting at the kitchen table, working on her laptop. Her father was sipping coffee and reading the paper. She placed the bag of bagels from town on the table and mumbled that she was going upstairs. They smiled and her father kissed her temple as she and he passed each other, her to the stairs that lead up to attic, her room, and him to get more coffee.

After one flight of stairs she reached a black painted door that was covered with magically glowing stars that spelled out her name. She pushed it open and walked up another staircase. Once her head popped into the room, she took a deep breath and smiled; the Vanilla scented candles were still alight. She looked around. Her bed stood in the right hand corner and was unmade with the comforter piled in a heap at the end of it. Boxes lined one wall, half of them unopened the other half partially full or empty.

Her nightstand had her alarm clock and a lilac painted lamp with a unicorn depicted on the shade. A bookshelf stood against the wall at the foot of her bed, empty save for a few photos of her family and friends. Next to the railing that saved people from falling down the attic stairs, stood her dresser on the right and her vanity table on the left. Both tops were covered with little odds and ends, and a suitcase was placed next to her dresser, empty.

On the left hand side of the attic were two doors, one leading to a bathroom the other to a walk-in closet. Her desk stood on the left hand side of the room, next to the closet door. It was covered with dozens of books she had yet to get on the bookshelf next to the desk. On the other side of the bookshelf was the door to the bathroom and on its side was a hook from which hung her bathrobe.

The thing that would catch anyone's attention though was in the center of the room. A large piece of plastic covered the floor and a ladder was situated directly under a half finished ceiling mural. She had begun painting a night sky on her ceiling, complete with the man on the moon and a cow jumping over it. Her walls would also add to it by having a jungle at night painted on them, which she had already done. She also had ropes she had spray painted green for vines, plastic potted plants, and she had a shaggy green carpet to put on the floor. Her furniture was already painted green and dark browns with images of colorful flowers everywhere.

She had helped her dad carve realistic looking wooden statues of wild animals including a head of an elephant she had barely been able to hang on her wall. She also had made monkeys, a lion, a panther, a cougar, a tiger, parrots, a rather large flower fountain that would be in the middle of the room and her father had secretly made her a wild boar which she was placing in a corner. The monkeys and parrots were made so they could hang from the ceiling and ropes. She had plans to strategically put the other animals all over the room to give it a wicked look. She fell onto her bed and rubbed her temples. She had gotten a headache the moment she walked into her room. She grimaced, knowing what was coming. A moment later, she blacked out.

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So what did you think? Who do you think Dan Door is? Let me know!

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SNEAK PEAK:

"How about you start with my biological parents?" He smiled.

"Yes I suppose that as good a place to start as any. Well then, your mother was a beautiful, charming young woman who, with the help of James Potter and her brother, Sirius Black, was the only person to ever hold a drinking party in the Gryffindor Common Room.."

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Catch ya on the Flipside!

Always me, BashfulC!