Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters. Duh.

A/N: well I know its been a while. And I know I KEEP saying that in every story I update…but its not MY fault I get in trouble a lot…my mom really needs to learn to be more calm about things. I mean, c'mon, I'm 15. I do something stupid every time I turn around.

What they were saying wasn't true. She was fairly sure of that. She thought things over as she laid on the couch they had made into a temporary bed for her. She thought about the events of her entire life. Kristen prided herself on having an exceptionally good memory.

Of course she had been allowed to talk to her mother whenever she felt like it. Maybe she just didn't want to. Her father had told her that her mother saw things differently than he did. Getting two completely different opinions her head could confuse her. So she should mostly listen to him.

But she really did love her mother. Ginevra Riddle was so kind, and sweet, and loving. She was the best mother anyone could ask for.

"Krissie? Are you still awake?" she heard Fred ask in the darkness. She hadn't heard him come in.

"Yeah. But I'm ok." She lied.

"It's a bit late, don't you think? You should really try to get some sleep."

"I heard you're conversation with your wife." She blurted out. And then she immediately regretted it. Darn, she really had to learn to keep her mouth shut.

"Oh."

"You were planning on not taking me back home. And how do you know my mother?"

"There's an interesting story about that, really…"

"Tell me."

The lights came on, and Fred sat down at the end of the couch.

"Has your mother ever spoke of her family, Kristen?"

She thought about it.

"Not really…I think once she mentioned she had six brothers."

"I'm not surprised she hasn't said more. Since your father is…himself."

"Why do you hate him so much? What has he done to you?" she demanded.

"Your father is not the person you may think he is Kristen. He's done a lot of bad things in order to get the power he has today. But you're too young to hear about it now. Maybe when you're older-"

"I'm NOT staying here. You can just forget about that!" she snapped.

"I think it would really be best for you-"

"Well you don't know me. And you don't know my father. So shut up, and take me back home now!"

"I know your mother though."

Krissie paused.

"What?" she asked.

"She's my sister."

This would be the part where Krissie was supposed to say something…anything. Instead she just looked at him in silence. To be honest, she thought that any family of hers would be quite wealthy, and just as well known as she was…which she was quite sure she was very well-known.

After a few minutes she finally regained control of her brain.

"With all due respect sir, you're not what I would have expected."

"Yes I know. In your father's eyes, your mother's family doesn't exist."

"So, ok, you're Fred, we've established that. What are my other uncles' names?"

"Well, there's my twin brother, George, and Ron, and Percy, and Bill, and Charlie."

"There's a lot of you. Where are the rest at?"

"Different places. Actually, George lives right down the street. Ron lives a bit farther from us, Percy lives in an apartment on the edge of town, Bill lives a couple blocks away. And Charlie is traveling.

"Can we go visit some of them? I would very much like to." Krissie asked, returning back to her manners.

"Not now, you need to sleep. It's very late."

"Ok."

When he left, Krissie felt strangely at peace. She was no longer afraid, in fact she was pretty happy. She thought of this as a sort of vacation. No more studying or constantly practicing spells. Now don't be mistaken, she loved her life at home. She just felt a bit suffocated sometimes.

In the morning Kristen woke up around ten.. Her bed on the couch was extremely comfortable this morning and she could barely bring herself to get up.

"Good morning, Kristen." Said Fred's wife.

"Good morning, ma'am. Um…I never got to ask you your name."

"Angelina."

"That's pretty." Kristen commented. Then she noticed that Angelina was quite pregnant as well, and she couldn't help but ask, "Is it a boy or a girl?"

Angelina smiled, "a boy. We plan on naming him Joel or Avery. Or Joshua. Which do you like?"

"Avery sounds like a girl's name. I think Joshua is too common. I like Joel the best."

"Yeah, me too."

Krissie watched Angelina as she cooked breakfast. She'd never watched anyone cook, much less cooked a meal herself. They had house-elves for that.

"Have you ever considered getting a house-elf?"

"No. People need to do things for themselves. Its much more rewarding."

"If you say so."

After breakfast, Fred announced they would be visiting his brother, Ron, and their friend Harry.

"Great!" Kristen was so excited. In about an hour, after they got ready, they went by portkey to see Ron and Harry.

Unlike Fred's house, this house was very big. Not quite as big as Kristen's mansion, but still huge.

She stayed close to Fred. The house was quiet.

"Maybe they're not home." Kristen said, disappointed.

A large bang from the kitchen disproved that theory.

They went to see what had happened, and a boy about Kristen's age was picking up pots and pans that had apparently fallen. When he stood and saw them he gasped.

"Kristen?"

"Oh my god, Cody!" she gasped.

A/N: well I'm stopping here. Please review. And if you're wondering who Cody is, you may wanna go refresh your memory in my other story called 'my love'. I know its been a while since I mentioned him, and he's been a minor character. May not be very easy to remember who he is.