AN: I'm sooooooo sorry for the long wait and the whole author note thingy, it will be deleted soon. I've had a lot going on the past month. I've had major problems with writing this story and the only reason that I'm continuing to write it is because my little bro gave me some inspiration a couple of days ago and sparked that little creative part of my brain. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and actually read my authors note, you guys rock!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that you might recognize.

That question stopped Lily in her tracks. What was she to say to that? Everyone leaned in to hear what she had to say. Lily squirmed around in her chair for a couple of seconds before starting.

"Well, you've got red hair and freckles; you know I guess that's the same. Nobody's grown an extra arm or anything like that." She said, hoping that it would satisfy her family. She knew deep inside that it wouldn't.

"That's not what I meant." Mumbled Fred/George, crossing his arms over his chest and sliding down in his chair.

"I know, but that's basically all I can tell you, sorry." She said with an apologetic smile on her face.

"Its fine sweetie, we know you can't tell us anything." Mrs. Weasely said, while she glared at her son.

The rest of dinner went by smoothly. Even though leftovers where being served everything was delicious. The conversations broke apart, until everyone was yawning and rubbing their eyes.

Mrs. Weasely stood up and announced that it was time for bed for anyone under age. The twins began to argue but one look from their mother silenced them.

"Oh, and Lily, dear, you will have to share with Hermione and Ginny. There's an extra bed in their room already. Ginny let Lily borrow some of your pajamas; she looks to be your size." Mrs. Weasely said before the girls could disappear upstairs.

Ginny and Hermione smiled and each took one of Lily's wrists. They dragged her up the stairs and into Ginny's room. Lily looked around her soon-to-be mother's room. Posters where plastered all over the walls along with pictures of Ginny and her friends. She took in as much as she could before her vision was obscured by a pair of shorts and a tank top. She took the pajamas off of her head and looked to see a smiling Ginny.

"I thought you were seeker? What happened to your reflexes?" She said through her laughs.

Hermione emerged from the bathroom in a pair of pajamas a lot like the ones that had just been thrown at Lily. She took one look at Lily's now disheveled hair and said:

"Ginny attacked you with the pajamas, didn't she?" She moved over to try and tame Lily's hair.

"Yeah, and don't bother with the hair, it takes me about two hours in the morning to get it to lay flat." She pretend-glared at Ginny who was still rolling around the floor, laughing.

The two non-laughing girls froze as they heard footsteps underneath them.

"Get changed quickly, before Mrs. Weasely comes up." Hermione said pushing the younger girl into the bathroom.

Lily changed quickly into the clothes (that fit her perfectly) and came out of the bathroom just as Mrs. Weasely came into the room. She looked at her daughter on the floor, still breathing heavily from her laugh attack, and said:

"Ginerva Weasely!!! Why aren't you changed?!" Mrs. Weasely then turned to the other two. "You two should go to bed now, okay dears? Goodnight." It was amazing at how fast she could change her mood.

The three witches nodded two climbing into their respected beds and one retreating into the bathroom with a pair of pajamas. Ginny returned a few minutes later and climbed into her bed. The trio lay in silence for a few minutes and were almost asleep when they where jerked awake by Mrs. Weasely yelling three floors up (most likely at Ron and Harry.) The three giggled and quickly fell asleep.

Upstairs in Ron's room…

Harry and Ron climbed up the steep steps to the attack. They were both mulling over what had happened that day. Ron opened up the door to his room and flopped down onto his bed. Harry mirrored his movements.

"Do you think she's telling the truth?" Ron asked looking at Harry from the corner of his eye. Harry waited a moment before he responded.

"Deep down inside, yes, I think that she's telling the truth." Harry bit his lip and laughed nervously. "I guess it was just a bit of time before something like this would happen to me, this year has been too quiet to be normal."

"Yeah, you've got a point there. I wonder how she feels, you know, being in the past. I think I would totally freak out, y'know?"

"I really don't know what I would do. It would be awesome to get to know my parents, but it would be really weird being in the past and all."

"I wonder if-"but Harry never did figure out what Ron was wondering about, because at that moment Mrs. Weasely made her appearance.

"Ronald!! What are you doing still dressed?! Oh, I don't blame you Harry, dear; you just hurry on a bit. Can't have you all tired in the morning." Mrs. Weasely said goodnight on more time and walked out of the room.

The two wizards hurried to change into their pajamas and jumped into bed. Ron fell asleep in seconds, his loud snoring filling the room. Harry stayed awake a little longer thinking about some things. He thought about a girl, and the week that she would be spending in his life.

AN: I personally think that this chapter sucks, but it was the best of the ones that I had written…

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