Sunday night, Renae couldn't sleep. The next morning, she would be going to Diagon Alley with the Weasley's and her brothers and sister to go school-shopping. The day afterwards, Renae would be heading off to school- real school that is- for the first time. It wasn't until around 3:30 that Renae drifted off to sleep with The Taming of the Shrew still in her hand.

At about 6:00 a.m., Renae was being violently attacked by none other than Fred, George, and Ron. Just as the sun was creeping through her bedroom window, the three boys had rushed in and pounced onto her bed. Cursing furiously, she threw them out into the hall, slammed the door, and began to dress.

Fifteen dreadful minutes later, Renae was standing in the middle of the Weasley's living room, in front of the fireplace, with her head on George's shoulder. Clearly, two and a half hours sleep wasn't enough. He didn't want to know what would happen if he woke her, so George quietly carried Renae into the fireplace, threw some glittery powder to the floor, and yelled clearly "Diagon Alley!"

As quickly as the whirl of color and sound had begun, it stopped. George stepped out of the fireplace of The Leaky Cauldron and set Renae down. Mrs. Weasley, Fred, Ginny, Caleb, and Derek were already standing around a table and ordering breakfast.

Suddenly, as everyone was sitting down to eat, a shrill scream echoed through the room. Renae jerked awake and hit Fred almost instantly in the back of the head.

"Why did you wake me up?" she muttered sleepily.

"I didn't," he said as he rubbed his head. "After this morning, I'm never waking you up again."

"Well, who screamed?" she asked as she rested her head on the table.

"Hermione…" George said.

"Ma-who?" she yawned.

"Hermione, Ron's friend from school," Ginny said. She pointed to two teenagers, both hugging Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. The girl had extremely frizzy brown hair and the boy had black hair… there was something on his forehead…

"No way…" Renae said as she sat bolt upright. "Harry Potter… Omigod this is insane!"

"You guys, this is Renae Cantera," Ron said. "She just moved in next door a few weeks ago. She's coming to Hogwarts this year with us. And this is her brothers, Caleb and Derek, and her sister, Greta."

"Hi. I've heard… well, not much about you," she laughed.

"Same," Harry answered. He smiled at her.

Wow… she thought. He's really nice and REALLY cute… Oh, this can't be happening… I can't fall for him now… I just met him for goodness sakes!

"And Renae, this is Hermione," Ron said. "She's been absolutely dying to meet you."

"Oh, don't say that," Renae laughed. "You make it sound like I'm obsessed or something!"

"Speaking of that," Fred said. "Why don't you tell Hermione what you were reading last night? Actually, you've been reading it all week."

"I was reading The Taming of the Shrew," she said. "I just love Shakespeare."

"Really?" Hermione's face lit up. "Oh, I've read so many of his stories and I've seen almost all of the plays. Do you like Othello or Macbeth more? I like Othello. Macbeth is too scary for me."

"Children, you might want to start shopping before the crowds come in," Mrs. Weasley interrupted. "You're father should be back any moment with your money, he's been gone for almost half an hour…"

"How about we go buy our things and you two can talk while we" he indicated himself and the boys "look in Quality Quidditch Supplies?" Harry suggested.

"They have one of those here?" Renae asked. "I need some more polish for my broom. I'm almost out…"

"You play Quidditch?" he asked.

"Yeah, nearly every position," Renae answered. "I'm horrible at Keeper and pretty good at Seeker and Beater, but I'm best at Chaser. I want to play for Gryffindor. If I get in, at least"

"Of course you will!" George said. "Better than Slytherin anyway… You don't want to go messing around with that lot. It's just a matter of time before something really bad happens between them and us…"

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Auntarctic- thanx a bunch! I forgot was her full name was so I just made something up…