Year One

Islana Thorn Black read and re-read the letter five times before looking up at the old man who had given it to her with a frown on her face.

"I can't go to a magic school; I'm waiting to be placed into a foster home."

"What if I find you a family who is willing to take you in? Your brother is living with the Flints'. He is going into his first year as well."

"Really? Would I be living with them as well?"

"Probably not, but I can find a family that lives close by."

"What about Aiden, and Thom?"

"Aiden is living with the Lovegoods'; Thom is in his last year of school and living in his own place, he was living at the Woods' before that. There is one family that lives near both of your siblings. If they agree, would you go there? And then come to school with them?"

"Yes, sir, I would," Dumbledore smiled at the child, she looked like her mother, except she had her father's eyes. Her brother was the opposite; he looked like his father with his mother's eyes. Aiden was a mix between her two parents.

"Are you sure that they don't mind? I don't want to be a burden or a problem," Isla mumbled for the tenth ten in as many minutes, Dumbledore sighed.

"Miss Black, they are perfectly alright with you living with them," they walked up to the kitchen door and he knocked. A few moments later Mrs. Weasley opened the door and smiled at the pair.

"Albus, hello. And you must be Islana, welcome, both of you, come in."

"I wish I could Molly, but I have to get back to the school before my heads of house destroy it."

"Of course, of course. Well Islana, do come in," the woman ushered the child in and watched as she looked around in fascination.

"Fred! George! I told you to stay out of my room!" a boy yelled, it was closely followed by laughter. Molly closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again and looking at Isla.

"You'll have to excuse my sons; they are a bit on the rowdy side. And we have one of Charlie's friends over," Isla smiled at the woman.

"That's alright. The In-Between home was always noisy, what with kids coming and going at all hours."

"Mom!" a girl screamed from up the stairs and Molly sighed.

"Boys! Ginny! Come down here! We have a guest!" she yelled up the stairs. It wasn't long until the lounge room had seven boys and a girl standing in it. Isla was staring at the only one without red hair, and he was staring at her.

"Merlin's shiny pink knickers," he said.

"Do you already know who this is Thom?" Molly asked.

"Yeah, she's my niece," Isla smiled at him.

"How can she be your niece? She's like, six years younger than you," the youngest boy said.

"Well, his sister is my mother," Isla said. "I'm Isla, by the way."

"Bill Weasley," the oldest said.

"Charlie," the one who was the same age as Thom smiled at her.

"Percy," he had horn-rimmed glasses and a pompous air about him.

"Fred and George," two boys said at the same time, she knew that they were twins.

"Which one is which?" she asked.

"I'm Fred."

"I'm George."

"Okay, thanks."

"I'm Ron," the youngest boy said, she grinned at him.

"I'm Ginny," the only girl said and they grinned at each other. Molly grinned at her children.

"Well, I'm Molly, Arthur will be home for dinner, you will meet him then. Now, all of you, scat, and don't cause any trouble."

"Us, trouble? Never," the twins said in unison. Isla laughed and went over to Thom. They hugged and she sighed happily.

"Missed you Thommy."

"Missed you too, Island," she poked her tongue out at him as he used the nick-name that she absolutely hated, he just laughed and they parted ways for the moment.