Chapter 11.
Francheska was up and ready by 7:30 the next morning. She was dressed in black jeans and a red T-shirt with the Wired
Sisters on it. It was too big for her as it belonged to Luke, but he had wanted her to have something from the magical world.
Her trainers squeaked on the marble floor as she paced up and down in front of her bed, wringing her hands and biting her
lip. What on earth did the old man want her to come with him for? As she stood next to him in his office, she shivered in the
heat, without a cloak, she felt cold even in the humid, early morning sun. she placed a shacking hand on the hat and she
would have screamed had she been able to as she felt a jerk behind her navel. When they stopped she fell to the ground in a
heap. As she stood up she looked around and saw that they were standing in a courtyard facing a large house that looked
like it was being held up by magic. There was an Erie silence as if the house had once been filled with noise and now . . .
nothing. No screams or shouts from a mother, a laugh from a father and no children running around. She regained the house,
Luke had told her about it—she was at the burrow!
'Sir, why are we here?'
he ignored her question and walked towards the house where the sound of someone cooking could be heard.
'Ah, hello Molly dear.'
A plump woman in her late fifties spun around and smiled weakly.
'Oh, hello Albus. Oh, who's this?'
'Your oldest granddaughter.'
They both fainted.