Authors note: I know this chapter is a bit short, but it just seemed like a good place to end the chapter. Please review!!!!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters please don't sue me. Harry Potter is a book by J.K. Rowling and she owns everything but Celia, Pegasus, and the Legend. Please don't sue me! Thank you! Now on to Chapter 5!!

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Chapter 5 : Back to the Burrow.

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After a long night flying, they had all taken turns flying and sleeping. (They taught Celia how to do it around 4) Fred, George, and Celia finally arrived just outside of Ottery St. Catchpole; they were now only minutes away from the Burrow, where Fred and George lived, and the end of their journey.

"Hey, isn't that Hermione's car?" George asked pointing below them. Fred nodded.

"Yeah, I think it is." Fred answered exchanging a look with his brother.

"Uh-oh, that is never a good sign." Celia commented looking at the two of them. "Who's Hermione?" She asked them.

"She's a friend of out brothers. I think we should give her a little scare." George answered, he and Fred smirking. Celia, knowing the twins well enough to know what was coming, sat back and held onto the seat. Again, as if working through the same brain, George lowered the car so that it was right next to the passenger side of Hermione's car and Fred hit the invisibility off. Hermione, who was looking out the window, nearly hit her head on the roof when she saw them appear out of thin air. Celia couldn't help but laugh at the expression on the girl's face.

Soon, they had arrived at the house and everyone was outside to meet them. Celia looked at the crowd of people standing in front of her. Five of them had red hair just like Fred and George's; she took them to be the rest of the Weasleys. Another boy had black hair, that seemed to be uncontrollable, and then there was Hermione, standing in front of her parents.

"Hi," she began quietly, feeling self-conscious. "My name is Celia, Celia Alanus. Thank you so much for letting me stay here with you."

"Hello Celia, I'm Molly Weasley, Fred and George's mother, this is my husband Arthur."

"Nice to meet you." Celia said, shaking his hand.

"Likewise!" Mr. Weasley told her. There was no being shy around these people, they were entirely too friendly to feel self-conscious for long.

"The red-haired ones are mine," Mrs. Weasley was saying. "This is Percy, and Ron, he's a bit younger than you I imagine. And this is my youngest, Ginny." Celia jumped inside at seeing Ginny. She still couldn't believe that this was all a coincidence. She smiled as she shook Ginny's hand.

"Thanks for sending my letter, I really appreciate it." Ginny smiled back at her.

"It was no trouble at all, really." Ginny answered, proud. The next to meet was Hermione.

"I just came back from the States myself." Hermione told her. "It's quite a bit different here, isn't it?" Hermione asked rhetorically.

"I certainly hope so." Celia answered. Hermione studied her for a moment. She could tell that there was more meaning to this statement, but she decided that it would be prying for her to ask.

Finally, there was only the black-haired boy to meet. She assumed, remembering her uncle's letter that this was Harry.

"Hello," the boy began, extending his hand to her. "I'm Harry, Harry Potter." Celia took his hand and shook it. It seemed like everyone was waiting for her to react for some reason.

"Hello Harry, nice to meet you." She responded politely. Harry seemed to brighten up after that was all she said, but she couldn't think of why.

"So, how was your trip?" Mrs. Weasley asked the three of them. Celia, Fred, and George looked at one another and smiled.

"It was fine." Celia answered generically.

"Year, we spent some time where she was, ate muggle food." Fred began, knowing how his father would react.

"Played muggle games," George continued. "Spent muggle money."

"Went on rides." They all said together. Mr. Weasley looked as though he couldn't contain himself.

"Did you really?" He asked excitedly, heading toward Celia. He put his arm around her and began leading her into the house.

"You must tell me everything about it-" He was saying when he was interrupted by a strange chirping.

"What is that?" Ginny asked, looking around.

"Oh my gosh! Pegasus!" Celia ran to the car and opened the back door. "I am so sorry Pegasus!" The phowl flew out of the car and circled around her once, finally landing on her shoulder. She reached up to her beak and patted her gently. The crowd of people, save Fred and George, seemed somewhat mystified by actually seeing a phowl. Celia noticed this and sent Pegasus to the twins for them to show her off. She then reached back into the car for the real surprise.

Walking back towards the group, Pegasus, who was now with Ron, flew back to her arm, and she pushed the bird back onto her shoulder. Harry and Ron's jaws dropped when they saw what she had.

"You! You! That! It's!" Ron stuttered, unable to get his sentence out. Harry also gave it a go.

"Broom, new…fast" But he too was unsuccessful. Fred and George both began to laugh.

"What they mean to say," Hermione began, "Is that your broom is the fastest model and they can't believe you've got one." She translated. Celia laughed at the gaping boys.

"I feel kind of bad though," Celia explained as they headed into the house. "I mean, I don't even know how to fly it, it doesn't seem fair that I should have one."

"Do you think I could - I mean, would you mind if I had a go?" Ron asked staring at the broom. Celia watched him.

"I'll make you a deal." She told him. "You teach me how to fly it, and fly it well, and I'll let you use it whenever I'm not." Ron gaped at her.

"You really mean it?" he asked looking like he was about to explode with joy. Celia smiled. "I can't believe it! You hear that Harry? I get to ride the new Hermes! Celia I'll make you the best flyer there ever was!" He told her, catching up with Harry and Hermione. Fred grabbed Celia's elbow and pulled her behind the others.

"Ok, so spill it, what's with the shy act?" George asked her. "I get turned into a canary and they get 'Hello'" George put his head down mimicking her. If he had been trying to tease her he had made a grave mistake, at the very mention of the canary incident, both Fred and Celia began trying to suppress their laughter at remembering George's transformation. George stood waiting for them to sober.

"Yeah, yeah, good have a nice laugh about it." George said, unenthusiastically. Celia put her hand on his arm looking like she was trying to hold herself up.

"Don't worry." She managed between giggles "We…will!" She finished, making George laugh at the pair of them trying not to laugh.

"Oh shut up!" He tried, unable to hold back any further laughter. Celia looked at both the twins, and at the people she'd be staying with. Her uncle was right; they were exactly what she needed.