A/N: Well, I'm please to see two reviews XD 'Course, I'll just keep posting it for the sake. As I said in the last A/N, this one is quite a bit shorter than the last, as will the next part. Forgive any weird-mitakes-which-shouldn't-be-anywhere-near-my-work, for this is my first time using FF.
"Oh, what foul creature has my master let in now? Oh, if my mistress knew...Kreacher shudders to think..."
I opened one eye blearily, and screamed.
There was a sort of pig thing, though it looked more like one of those fairies in picture books. Yet, it couldn't be called a fairy; I hadn't seen anything that looked much less than a fairy. It had alot of grey hair, sticking out from it's bat-like ears, and it's eyes were as big as tennis balls.
"Who are you?" I squeaked, sitting up in bed and backing away slowly.
"The stranger is talking to Kreacher... Kreacher knows not what to do..." muttered the Thing.
Breathing heavily, I watched as the thing walked out of the room, mumbling to itself.
"What a wake up call..." I muttered, getting out of bed. I shivered as my bare feet touched the stone floor, but carried my way on, walking out the room and down the stairs, into the main room.
I first thought my eyes were going funny, seeing a everyone with red hair, but, blinking again, I saw other hair colours hidden beneath the firey red. I could sense eyes on me, in my duck pyjamas and I put my head down, blushing.
"Oh, dear, did you have a good night? Dumbledore's just told us, you poor thing..."
I looked up to see a woman with a pleasent face looking down at me, and I smiled weakly. "'Morning..." I said, realising that this must be Mrs Weasly, the parent of seven, like Sirius told me the night before.
"Did you have a good sleep, dear?" she asked kindly, and I nodded, feeling that it probably wasn't appropiate to mention the thing I was woken up by.
I saw Sirius walking over to me, and felt happy to see a familiar face. "'Morning Ducky." he said brightly to me, before turning to Mrs Weasley. "Molly, Ron can take his things up now. Rachel, can you go with Ron up to the room you were in last night?" asked Siriusas I nodded. "But, er... Could you... er... point Ron... out to me?" I requested weakly.
Mrs Weasley was two steps ahead of me. "RONALD! WHERE ARE YOU!"
Taking a step back, slightly startled by the noise this nice woman could make, I saw a tall, lanky boy with firey hair come towards us. "Yeah?" he asked, not noticing me standing there in duck pyjamas.
"Rachel here is going to walk you to your room now, ok?" said Mrs Weasley firmly, as if, if he dared to say no, she would boil him.
"I know where my room is. And who?" asked the boy called Ron, before noticing me.
"Hiya." I said to him, and he jumped, not realizing I was right next to him.
"E-er...uh...I-I..." he stuttered, and I gave a nervous laugh. Sirius grinned. "Bye Ducky, Ron."
I rolled my eyes and walked from the room, just realizing that my hair was probably a mess, my cheeks turning red.
"Ducky?" I heard Ron whisper next to me, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself laughing. "Notice the pyjamas?" I asked, grinning.
We climbed the stairs in silence, not wanting to wake whatever Sirius' mum. It struck me strange that his mum would sleep this much, but I wasn't one to question. Finally, I pushed open the bedroom door, closing it behind Ron. "Voila."
Ron raised his eyebrows. "Very cozy, ain't it?" he said sceptically.
I rolled my eyes. "Extremely. Uh, that was the bed I was in last night, so I presume one of those," I motioned my hands towards the other two, "is yours?"
Ron grinned and plonked himself onto the bed closest to the window. I couldn't help but ask questions.
"Er, do you have any idea what a 'Muggle' is?" I asked, "Dumbledore was talking about them last night..."
Ron raised his eyebrows. "Are you a witch?"
I scowled. "My question first."
"Fine. Non-magic folk. Right. Are you a witch?"
I rolled my eyes. "You're very subtle, you know that?" I asked, smirking slightly.
"My question first." he replied, matching my smirk.
I gave a sigh. "Dunno." I said truthfully.
Ron cast me a puzzled look. "Then wh-"
He was interrupted by the doorbell. But, strangely enough, it was the weirdest doorbell I had ever heard. Rather rude, too.
"FREAKS! FILTH! I BANISH YOU FROM THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS! BLOOD-TRAITORS-"
I raised my eyebrows at Ron, who merely shrugged. "Sirius' mum, I think." Giving him a strange look, I poked my head out of the door to see a brown, frizzy haired girl looking back at me.
"Argh!" I screamed, scrambling back onto my bed.
Ron looked around to see what the trouble was. "'Mione!" he said happily. "Ron." the girl replied, while I sat there puzzled. Sirius' words cameback to me from the night before.
"Muggle born. Same age as you. Really bright, one of Harry Potter's friends..."
The girl gave me a look. "Hi," she said cautiously, dropping one of her bags onto the floor. "Nice to meet you. Hermione Granger." she added, holding out a hand.
Taking it, I gave a weak smile. "Rachel Cook. You gave me a hell of fright there." I said weakly, giving a small laugh.
Hermione grinned. "Yeah, well."
"How've you been Hermione?" asked Ron, grinning.
"The usual. Mum and Dad were trying to get me to go skiing with them this Christmas..."
Ron gave her a curious look. "Skiing?"
I frowned; didn't everyone know what skiing was?
Hermione sat on the end of my bed, grinning. "Sort of like... Two sticks, which you ride on the snow, Ronald."
Ron shook his head. "The things Muggles think up..."
Hermione turned her attention back to me. "So, Rachel, not to be rude, but why are you here?" she asked, while Ron was shaking his head behind her back disbelievingly, "I mean... Are you a family member of one of the Order? Or are you a helper...? Friend?"
I looked down at my bed covers, thinking. "Er, none of the above?" I said helplessly.
Ron started paying attention now. "Then why are you here?"
I shook my head. "I... kinda got here by accident."
They both cast me curious looks.
"Well..." I started, trying not to laugh at the situation, "I kinda got transported somehow from my orphanage to a battle field, it seemed, then that person.. Tonks? Yeah, she transported me back here, put binds on me, I got free, then Remus Lupin got transported here, and he was bleeding, so I helped him, and I got to stay the night."
They both blinked at me. "Woah." said Ron, looking impressed.
Hermione, on the other hand, frowned. "Hang on, I saw Lupin just now. He looked fine."
I shrugged. "Er..."
"And how could you of gotten through the binds Tonks put on you?" asked Ron, frowning.
"I have no idea." I said truthfully.
"Are you a Muggle born, then?" questioned Hermione.
"I don't know!" I said, feeling as if that could cover about everything in my life.
They both fell silent. "So... is Lupin ok, then?"
"Yeah," said Hermione quietly. "But there was no way someone could've done that without a wand..."
I frowned. "Brilliant," I mumbled, not looking at either of them, "the only thing I know about myself now is my name... just smashing..."
"Rachel?" came a knock on the door. "Professor Dumbledore would like to see you, dear."
"Joy." I muttered. "Seeya." I added to the two who were silent.
A/N: Please review!