A year later, too much had happened. It was all too confusing, and difficult to understand, but the simple things were that Harry's godfather, Sirius Black, had turned up, and then disappeared again, everyone had discovered that Remus was a werewolf, and he had disappeared, and I had been left alone for the summer. I had left Platform 9 ¾, with nowhere to go. I sat on Platform 9, holding the Fluff-Ball in a basket, waiting for Remus to come, not that he ever did. I was all alone. I couldn't even use magic to get myself out of here. Stupid Ministry of Magic, with its dumb age laws.

I eventually took a taxi to the Black Cauldron, and with the little money I had, I booked a room, and also borrowed an owl, and sent it to Harry, explaining my embarrassing situation. He wrote back almost immediately, and told me to wait there, and that someone would come and pick me up soon. He never told me who.

The following morning I had gone down to eat something in the tavern, as for once I was semi-hungry even thought the food was the most dissatisfying grossness ever. I made my way back up to my room, and planned a day of sitting around doing nothingness. Well, that is what I would have done, had it not been for someone rudely awakening me, at a very inconsiderate point in time, in the form of a Weasely.

"FRED!" I shouted, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

"Harry told us you were here, so we came to fetch you."

"Fetch me where?"

"To my house,"

"OUR house," George appeared, followed by Mr. Weasely.

"Well, yes," Fred continued, "we are here, to cordially invite you, Miss. Potter, to our humble residence. Now, if you would be so kind as to take my arm, and follow me," he grabbed my hand and dragged me into the fire. I tried to resist, but before I could do anything, he threw a handful of green powder into the air, and called out the name of his home. The flames engulfed us, and yet I felt no pain, although fear was rising up inside of me.

My head swam, as the space around me swirled, and I ended up in a heap on the floor, in a homely looking kitchen. As Fred helped me up, George and Mr. Weasely also appeared, and I looked around me, noticing Mrs. Weasely, and Ginny sitting at a table in the corner. Both of them immediately jumped up, and greeted me, Ginny overpowering me in one of the most ginormous glomps ever, and Mrs Weasely by giving me a motherly hug, and introducing herself, and Mr. Weasely to me properly. I noticed that Fred had somehow managed to drag the trunk with him, and the Fluff-Ball too. All my worldly possessions in one small space.

"Harry's coming later in the summer," Mrs. Weasely told me. "He'll be coming for the Quidditch world cup. I suppose you'll want to go, dear?"

How to say no politely, I had done my best to try, but I just couldn't.

And so, we went to the Quidditch world cup, and it was all fantastic fun, what, with the death-eaters turning up, and the dark mark appearing in the sky, etc…

And so we all returned to school, and Kerkera nearly killed us all on the train, by hugging us too hard. The lunch trolley came, and I just about managed to survive, even though Ron was sitting next to me, eating meat and meat pies, shovelling it into his mouth, I actually began to feel quite ill. I decided to get up, and go for a walk down he train, as I also needed the loo, so I though I my as well go in search of one.