Okay here is the next chapter. Desiree won't be totally explained for another couple of chapters but she will be explained, trust me cuz most of this story is already written out.

As for some explaination of Desiree, she is bipolar and that makes you very moody and have a really bad temper along with being calm one moment and crazy the next. (Take it from me!) With all that on top of a crappy life she is going to be kinda rough along the edges but she will get better, just wait and see! This chapter might also confuse you a little on Desiree more but remember in the magic world anything can happen and Desiree is bipolar.

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After returning to the house without any prying questions being asked about where they had been by Mr. Granger (The officer didn't actually charge bail because he thought the so called `crime' was funny.) the fivesome trudged upstairs to rest up for the next day which four of the five were talking very animated about.

"You are going to be great Harry!" "Yeah, don't worry about France, they only got to the cup out of luck but Britain got there on talent." "Just play against them like you did to us and you'll win five minutes in." The conversations about something Harry was doing tomorrow just made Desiree's head swim with curiosity and wonder.

She had been very quiet all the way home, preferring not to talk to anyone, preferably Harry for some unexplainable reason, and stared out the window at the forgien landscapes passing her by, but now she spoke up to know what was going on.

"What the hell are you turds talking about?" she asked "You what?" questioned Ron. "You,...... oh, nevermind Ron, you wouldn't understand. What are you guys talking about?" asked Desiree rather impatiently.

Harry answered her question with one simple word. "Quidditch." "What?" "Quidditch." "Who?" "Not who what Quidditch." "What?" sensing a long series of questions and a possible argument Hermione butted in the explain. "Quidditch is a wizarding sport that we are going to tomorrow." "Oh! Well, what is it, I mean like, what do you do?"

With that Desiree was bombarded with the rules and strategies about the game of Quidditch that the only thing she actually understood was that it was played on a broomstick and Harry played for the English International Team.

Getting fustrated with the talk of things she was to ignorant to understand at this point in time, she bid them goodnight and flopped on her comfy bed. ` I still don't know what it is, but apparently I'm goin' to it.' Desiree thought while sleep began to course through her veins like venom. `I wish I could just ignore Harry. He seems like a cool guy and all, but there is something about him that I don't like. Maybe I'm just paranoid from everything that has happened to me with guys over the past.'

Absent mindlessly playing with her locket she looked down at it and for the first time began to have second thoughts about this new life. `What's so great about being a witch? I still won't have any family and I won't let myself have friends, what's the point?'

`Ahhh, the point is that you wanted this and now that you got it your too scared to accept it.' said that nasty little voice from the back of her head that she has delt with her entire life and was the main thing that got her into so much trouble. `Oh shut up, what do you know?' With that she took the locket off, turned off her lights, and went to sleep.

The next morning she was woken up by Hermione who told her to get ready because they had to get to the portkey by 8:00 that morning. Grumbling about being woken up by talk of a damn portkey, whatever that was. She stalked off to the bathroom to take a shower and get dressed to go to an event she had absolutely no clue about what it was to watch a person whom she didn't care for, in a world who didn't give a rats ass about her until a couple of days ago.

Driving through the Bristol mist the gang, minus Harry who due to a special license, apparated earlier to go to a pre-game practice, rode in silence, too tired to talk. They stopped and parked at an old hill in the back of the boonies and hiked up the steep hill to get to the `portkey'.

After being in the military since she was nine, this was a piece of cake for Desiree, but it was sheer torture for everybody else. Once reaching the top of the hill Ron told them to spread out to look for the key. This seemed to make sense to everybody else but seemed stupid to Desiree who just stood there watching the rest of them scour the ground for the elusive portkey.

`Why didn't I stay in Miami where I could be cleaning toilets right about now instead of standing here on a hill looking for nothing.' thought Desiree just as Viktor cried "I found it!" Stalking over there to catch a glimpse of the thing she has heard so much about over the past hour and a half she was disgusted to find out they were only looking for a deflated basketball.

Biting back a very mean comment, she looked at her companions like they were a couple chips short of a thousand chips delicious. She heard Hermione say "Okay guys get ready, we only have fifteen seconds."

Looking around Desiree saw that everybody else was holding the ball so just for the hell of it, she grabbed it too. "Ready, three, two, one" was the last thing Desiree heard before being sucked into an unknown vortex of wind and color before landing very hard on the ground.

Jumping up out of precaution she looked around. She was not in what looked like a campground, but not an ordinary one. This one had tents that were several stories tall, had banners, fountains, and even freakin' moats. Looking around again she saw Ron, Hermione, and Viktor get off the ground and brush themselves off. "Okay guys we have to find my parents now." said Ron as he led the way into the campground of not normal things.

After about twenty minutes of looking they heard a loud voice cry "Over here Ron darling, over here!" a woman with flaming red hair similar to Ron's called out in their direction. "There they are." said Hermione pointing in the womans direction. Getting more and more uncomfortable with this situation by the minute, Desiree hung back a little obviously feeling awkward.

"Well now, who is this?" asked a man with thinning red hair. "Oh, this is Desiree Black dad." answered Ron "She's going to Hogwarts this year." "Excellent! I know you will have a fine time. I am Arthur Weasley and this my wife Molly and my children Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, and Ginny, and you know Ron of course."

At the mention of each kids name, Desiree's eyes got bigger and bigger. `Who would want this many kids?' she thought as Mr. Weasley introduced them. After sitting and chatting with the family for a little while Desiree became more at ease with them.

She found out that Bill was a rocker kind of guy who worked in Egypt, Charlie was very outdoorsy and worked with dragons, Percy was frumpy and boring, Fred and George were pranksters, and Ginny was a little shy, but seemed sweet. Now, just because she had gotten to know them, still didn't mean she trusted them.

Around thirty minutes to one o'clock, Mr. Weasly announced that it was time for them to go to their seats. Getting up and following the family, they walked to a giant stadium encrusted with gold and what looked like platinum. Looking up at it in awe she was about to ask a crap load of questions but swallowed them as her eyes fell upon a person she felt she knew from the past.