"Raine," said a melodic voice. "We're going to visit you're Uncle Ron today."
Raine moved her arm, "Momma?" she asked.
"No, it's me, Aunt Angelina."
Raine sat up in bed. "What are you doing here? Where's my mum?" she asked hurriedly. Visions from the day before flew into Raine's mind. She began to cry. "I don't want to go to Uncle Ron's!" she screamed.
"You have to," Angelina said, pulling Raine out of bed by her feet. "George brought all of your stuff over here from your old house, find some clothes and put them on."
Raine groaned, she screamed, she cried, but Angelina was not going to give up.
Raine pulled her clothes on and trudged into the kitchen. "Let's go," she said grumpily.
Fred leapt out of his chair, grabbed Lacie and Brennan who were running around madly, and dashed off to the front door. He waited there for a moment, because Raine was in no mood to run, and Angelina was in no condition to run, seeing as she was eight months pregnant.
When they got to the door, Fred ushered them outside and lead them to the train station. Raine held Angelina's hand, and kept her eyes closed the whole way, she didn't want to see the place where she saw her mother murdered right before her eyes.
Raine brought them to the ticket counter, and bought train tickets for everyone. "We're getting on the Ministry Transport," he said, pointing to a powder blue train.
Raine hopped aboard, she had been on this train many times when she was younger, and had gone to visit her daddy at work.
Raine ran throughout the whole train, looking for a compartment big enough for Fred, Angelina, herself, and the twins.
"I found one!" she called as she entered into a compartment near the back.
"We're coming!" Fred said, sounding like a five year old.
"Yay!" Lacie screamed as she entered the compartment. "There's a window!"
Brennan busied himself setting up his toy trucks on the ground, while Fred and Angelina were deep in conversation. Raine held Lacie in her lap, as they both looked out the window.
"Look, Raine, it's a cow!" said Lacie, pointing to a cow off in the distance.
"It sure is," Raine told her.
They sat in silence for the rest of the ride.
"We're here!" Fred exclaimed. Once again, acting like a five year old.
They climbed out of the train and walked down the street. Raine kept her eyes glued to the left side of the street, for her old house was on the right and she was afraid she would break down if she saw her house again.
The twins raced each other to the door. "We're here!" they both screamed as Hermione Weasley swung the door open.
Raine ran inside, Uncle Ron, and Aunt Hermione's home had always been her second home. And Raine wished she could stay here rather than at Fred and Angelina's.
"Hi, Mike, Jenna, Heidi, Tasha, Hannah, and, Laura," said Raine to Hermione and Ron's six children.
"I'm turning three soon!" said Laura, pulling on Raine's shirt.
"Cool, do you want a 'Pretty Unicorn' for your birthday?" Raine asked, excitedly. "I really want one of those!"
"You're so immature!" spat Jenna. "You're eight years old Raine, same as me, and same as Heidi. But I act like I'm twelve; Heidi acts like she's eight, and you act like your five."
"I do not!"
"Yes you do!"
"Jenna, shut it!" Mike said to her, obviously trying to remind her Raine had just watched her mother die the day before.
"Tash, Han," said Raine, turning her attention towards the six year old and the four year old. "Why don't you go play with Lacie and Brennan?"
"Alright!" the little girls agreed as they ran off to go play with their cousins.
"Come play with me, Raine!" squealed the beautiful Heidi as she ran up the stairs.
Raine ran after her, leaving Mike, who was too old to play with Raine, and Jenna, who was just mean, to entertain them selves.
"How come you have blonde hair while everyone else has red hair?" Raine asked Heidi as she twirled a strand of her own hair.
"Dunno," Heidi answered, pulling out her dress-up chest from under her bed. "I guess I got it from Mum. 'Cause she has brown hair."
"Oh," said Raine, opening up the chest and pulling out a white wedding dress. "That's pretty," she said.
"Yeah, I think so too!" Heidi said, biting her nail and rummaging through the trunk. "Aha!" she said, as she pulled up an old brownish cloak. "Isn't this a strange cloak?" she asked.
"Yeah it is. I don't like it!" Raine answered.
"Neither do I," Heidi replied, "I just found it in here; I don't even know where it came from! I was going through my trunk yesterday and it was just in here! It was so weird!"
Raine wasn't exactly freaked out. Heidi had a terrible memory; she often found "random things" where she didn't expect it.
They heard the door open. "What are you doing in here?" came the rude voice of Jenna.
"I'm playing dress-up with Heidi," Raine answered, not even bothering to look at Jenna.
"This is my room," Jenna said, strolling over to Raine and craning her neck down in order to stare Raine in the eye.
"It's mine too!" Heidi interjected angrily.
"So?"
"So Raine came to play … with me, so she can stay here!" Heidi said, her eyes flashing dangerously.
Raine's eyes darted back and forth between the two sisters, who were so close in age, yet looked nothing alike.
"Whatever," Jenna said, as though she didn't care, "I'm going over to Morgan's." Morgan was the girl who lived across the street, Raine, Heidi, and Jenna had all always loved playing with her. Now, Raine wasn't so sure she would again if Morgan was going to be Jenna's 'ally'. "Later, Little Baby," she said, directing the comment at Raine, "bye, Blondie," she said to Heidi.
Heidi jumped up. "DON'T CALL ME BLONDIE!" she screamed, but it was too late, Jenna had already left.
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