Missa: Just so everyone knows, I've changed the characters a lot and I changed who Rachael is based on (cause the girl became a bitch )

Chapter Two: The Weasley's

"What are your names?" the boy asks. I blink rapidly for a moment, still in a daze. "I'm Melissa Char'day." I say quickly and start to blush a deep shade of red. "I'm Lena Davies, nice to meet ya!" she says once she brushes the last of coal. "Rachael Fletcher, who are you?"

"Harry Potter," he flinches slightly as if expecting a weird response. I raise an eyebrow. "Nice to meet you, Harry." I grin. He sighs with relief and turns to his bigger friend. "This here is Hagrid; he's a great friend of mine."

"Pleasure, ladies." The big man gives a wink at us. Rachael gives a silly smile, "What's it like to hug you?" she giggles. Hagrid let's a loud laugh out. "She's something alright!" She sure is…

The weird feeling in my eyes left quickly. I was happy till Tucker, Aura, and Willow had to leave the shop but Hagrid went with them thankfully.

Grabbing our books we soon realize we had no wizard money. I go once more boldly to the witch at the cash register. Harry was watching us as we pulled our muggle money out.

"Ma'am." I ask loudly, getting her attention immediately. Her glasses fell to her nose which she pushed up nervously. "Yes, dear?"

"We have only American-muggle money. How do we switch it?" I ask. The woman laughs kindly. "Could you hand to me, please?" I give it to her and she takes her wand from a pocket and taps my money. Gold, silver, and bronze coins replaced green dollar bills. "There you go, she smiles."

"What spell is that?" Harry asks from behind me. I jump up, surprised at his stealth. "INCANTIOM deary." The witch smiles at him. He nods. "You'll need that spell if you want to buy things." He says with another smile.

We left with our books and went to find some robes, gloves, any other essential clothing. I had to use the spell on all my money and so did Lena. Buying the clothes was fun for Lena until I showed her the requirements again. She frowned at how limited the clothing is going to be.

After so much walking and shopping we stop at an ice cream parlor. We set our arm loads of school supplies at the nearest table.

The flavors were very odd. I took a Chocolate Fudge Swirl to be safe. Rachael grabbed something that resembled cookie dough and peanut butter ice cream. Lena and Harry both got a raspberry delight, except he had it with something called a 'chocolate frog'.

"They're not real frogs, are they?" I ask as he munches on it. "No, just a spell. Besides the card is a bonus." He holds a Merlin one. The picture moves. Oooh. We discovered that at the cauldron shop. Scared the crap out of Tucker.

Hagrid finishes his Chocolate Marshmallow Enchantment. Smacking his lips he says to us, "Must be off, 'Arry, ladies. I have a errand I gotta do. See you at Hogwarts." He walks away, leaving a very sad Rachael.

"I'm gonna miss him…" I pat her shoulder and eat away my ice cream.

Soon we finish up and the owl (who fell asleep in my bag) told us we had to go. "One minute!" I say. I grabbed a pen and wrote a letter to the school since the letter said we should. Don't know why though…

I tie the letter and left over floo powder to the owl. "There you go, have a good flight."

"Aren't you going to keep the floo powder?" he inquires. "No way, that's evil that is! Nuhuh!" Lena says loudly. "What she said…" Rachael points her thumb at her.

"See you then." With that the owl takes off.

Harry turns to us. "Since your leaving I was wondering if perhaps you'd like to meet the rest of my friends."

"Sure, where are they?" I ask. "Not here, but I go over to their house for the summer and thought we could help you get use to wizardry. I still don't get it." He explains.

"Sure! Can you pick us up on the… twentieth of August?" Lena says, acting like she's on one of her dates. She's a weird when it comes to boys, if you haven't noticed. "Sure, I'll use their new car," he smiles inwardly, "They might come to."

"That's okay we'll just say we have to go early to our 'boarding school'…" Rachael smiles oddly.

"Well, bye Harry!" I say. Lena looks at us, "Can we have the D' flies get us home?"

"Yeah, sure" I remember the fall. Lena calls out to them. "D' flies, front and center!" Suddenly we heard a familiar popping sound.

POP, POP, POP

Then appeared the little dragons; yellow Goldie, red Fiona, and orange Blaze, blue Fred, and purple Barney. "Okay guys make a portal to the preserve!" Lena orders. "OKEE DOKEE LEENEE!" They say (at the same time…) and start spinning a portal.

The portal stops spinning and shows the inside of my room. They go in with their things and I wave at Harry, "I can't wait!" I smile and they drag me in. I see Harry waving back then the portal closes on his shocked yet cute face.

Did I say cute?

No… Anyway…

"I can hardly wait!" Rachael bounces up and down. "Me neither." I sigh dreamily. They all look at me weirdly. "What?" Lena gives a giggle. As if she knows.

Dreaming…

I'm running in a forest. I don't recognize anything. The trees were different, the aura, and the noises. I keep tripping. I don't have my power. I'm as weak as any other human.

And I'm not alone.

A werewolf leaps onto me. It doesn't bite me yet. I'm screaming for help but nothing comes out. I finally kick the werewolf off and it howls into my ears. Then I see more werewolves come from behind the trees. Their wolf like snouts dripping with salvia. They glare viscously at me with their red eyes. They have the figure of a human but are covered in fur and have wolf legs, eyes, ears, teeth, claws, and tail. They all pounce on me but not one bites me yet. All of them start yelping and run off.

I look at who it is and see Harry. "Harry!" I cry with relief. He smiles at me and walks over to me. Thinking I'm saved I run at him and embrace. He then seems to be transforming into a werewolf! Growling at me he seeks his new found fangs deep into my neck. He runs off. I form into one of them. I jump at the real me and-

I wake up sweaty and panting. I see that I am in my home. Moonlight pours into my room, lighting it up. Tucker looks up at me from the bed. "Something wrong?" He asks, tilting his blonde head.

"No… just a- just a dream…" I manage to say. At the sound of his snores I know he's asleep. Sighing I pull the covers over my head. Hopefully it was just a dream.

It's the day when we go with Harry! I'm so excited. I had to tell mom that this whole thing was just a boarding school for smart people like me. Or smarter people.

Thankfully business was good and I got money for Hogsmeade which I turned into wizard money. Also I got all the school items (and a bit more…) bathroom products, some muggle clothes, cd player, cds, my many books, and my art journals. Also I had many of the library books and magical items.

My personal favorite is the Twilight Gem. It gives advice that always works. Always follow its advice. It's the shape of a sun and says the advice in your head. Pretty sweet.

All is good.

Tucker has his dog food and water bowl, his personal blanket and pillow. All fit into the trunk perfectly. Though it is heavy to lift. Elaine would be coming too but she had to go by the portal. Poor dear can't be on the train with us.

Rachael and Lena were with and their stuff. She was combing Willow's sleek black hair lovingly. Lena held Aura up, examining her black talons. "Your good to go!" she smiles and hugs the phoenix.

Huffing and puffing down the many staircases we half drag, half carry the heavy suitcases downstairs.

I wipe my sweating forehead and sigh happily. "Thank god that's over with-" My mom suddenly lifts me off my feet with a bear hug. "I'm going to miss you so much!" she wails into my ear loudly.

"I'm gonna be here on the holidays!" I squeak out. She lets go and tears fall from her brown eyes. "Still..." She sniffs. I readjust my falling wand in my pocket quickly. My new wand is ten inches, cedar, with a gryphon feather.

(Rachael had an eleven inches, oak, and with a sea dragon scale. Lena's wand is a nine inch, dogwood, with a nymph's hair.)

I give her a smile but then dad gives me a bigger hug. I can tell I'm going purple. "I feel- death taking me- away…" I gag out in fake drama. "Sorry dear." He smirks and ruffles his sandy blonde hair nervously.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." I reassure him. He shrugs but I can tell he'll miss me just as much as mom.

The door bell rings from behind. Lena rushes to the door and opens it wide open. "Hey Harry!" I hear her say loudly. I snap my head at the door and see the cute wizard. Did I say cute? I meant sophisticated! That makes it better…

"Hello Lena, are you guys ready to leave?" he asks from the door way. Rachael rushes to them with her bag and cat in hand. "Hello everybody!" she smiles wide. Is Hagrid with him or something? I walk over, as did mom and dad, and spot four male red heads in funny looking clothes.

Finding the youngest one that seems to be Harry's age, I think that's his friend. Should be. "He's your friend you were talking about?" I ask, staring at Ron. "Yeah, are you guys ready to go?" he replies.

"Yep, just need some help with the luggage is all."

They come in, greet my parents, and help get the heavy trunks into the car. I was surprised that it all fit. I ask Harry and he tells me that Ron's father put a spell on it so it can fit as many things as you want. In the back of my mind I want to stuff an elephant in the car to see what happens.

I wave bye to my parents and hop into the car (which happens to fit all of us still.)

"Sorry kids, your mum won't allow it to fly nor be invisible anymore." He says, receiving sighs and boos from Fred and George. The man suddenly had a twinkle in his eye. "What she doesn't know can't hurt her." He smiles. I laugh softly as we turn to a solitary road.

By a press of a button Mr. Weasely turns the car and everyone inside invisible. I panic for a second, not seeing myself. I panic once more when I start going upward quickly. I heard cheerful sounds from the back but none from Rachael and Lena. We were quite new to this experience.

After a while we relax and enjoy the view. As long as the trip is, it sure is entertaining. Fred and George played many pranks on Ron, making it hard to not to laugh whenever you didn't want them to get caught. Harry also had a hard time.

"So… when do we get there?' Rachael asks shyly. "Very soon, ladies." Mr. Weasely chuckles. "Good, I can't feel my butt!" Lena complains. "Don't talk about your butt in public, Lena…" I beg of her.

"Why not?" she asks. I twitch unknowingly, "Why? Because it's gross." I snarl. "No one wants to know about your butt!" I yell.

"She sure is mental. Did you pick her up at Nockturn Alley?" Ron whispers to Harry. I send him a glare but ignore it completely.

I tap the side door impatiently. I felt safe but my untrusting nerve kept kicking in. I couldn't stand this. Waiting to see if they would attack or perhaps they were right, I am going to Hogwarts. Even though the truth I believe it was a bit far fetched.

The truth seems to be right. Far off appeared an odd looking house. It was built to tall but yet it looks stable, despite it being tilted. It had a lovely garden surrounding it. It's so different yet it resembles a very homey feeling. Like visiting Grandpa's farm. (A/N I say that often since my grandpa has a farm, 'kay?)

A plump little woman with dirty hands from gardening was greeting us at the front. She had a cheery smile and wore an outrageous looking outfit. It was adorned with different types of overlapping fabric and two grubby looking boots.

"Hello, dearies. I'm Mrs. Weasley, Pleasure to meet you all. A pleasure indeed." She smiles wider. I smile back, restraining Tucker from sniffing her.

"Hi there!" Lena half says half yells. She seems to have fallen out of the car since she was face down in the dirt. "Lena, you okay?"

Rachael asks quietly from behind her. "Knot weally…" Lena squeaks out.

I observe the well fitted home before grabbing my things. "Lovely place you have here." Rachael says quietly, holding Willow rather tightly. All the Weasley's faces turn a rather strange red hue suddenly. Mrs. Weasely chuckles, "How sweet of you, dear!" Though the comment is well like, I suspect.

We grab our things and move into the house. The trip up the stairs isn't an easy one. I look around the room. It belonged to Ron's little sister 'Ginny'. Still in shock from all the movie pans and silverware I slowly take the room in.

Ginny's room is barely girly. A raggedy bed and dresser were neat and tidy but there is another floor above the room. Strange crystals dangled on thin strings below, catching the light. An unsteady looking stairway leads to it. That was where a pile of books, a weird popping sound from a cauldron, and what appears to be a small desk. Other than that posters of all sizes took over the walls except on the windows.

"Amazing…" Rachael stares at the stairs. Another redhead appears. A girl with rather stylish yet cheap looking clothes blinks at us. "I didn't know they were here!" she yells down the hall. "Of course they are!" Mrs. Weasely yells back.

"Scary how her voice travels…" Lena says while unpacking on the floor. "Hello, your Ginny I assume?" I ask with a wide smile. "Yep, I brought an old mattress." She shrugs. "Mom'll kill us if she continues to bring people here. Thankfully Fred and George are leaving soon."

"Why?" Lena asks. "They're going on a trip?" Ginny shakes her head. "Nope, they found an apartment to share close to their shop."

"Shop?" Rachael and I say in union. "They didn't tell you? Well, they have a joke shop. Amazing place, truly it it." She lays the mattress down with extra blankets.

"You'll see it once we go to Diagon Alley. Now come on, dinner will be ready soon." She runs down the hallway. We follow down, talking excitedly. Harry and Ron were being tested on in the living room, it seems. Ron has a large purple eye while Harry was scratching like crazy.

"Fred! George!" Mrs. Weasely shouts. The two twins turn to her slowly. "Yes, mum?" they say. "Don't test on your brother or on Harry. We've got all those gnomes outside for a reason!" she waves a wooden spoon in her face.

Rachael follows Mrs. Weasely out the doorway with Willow trotting behind. "So, need help with the cooking?" she asks.

Big no.

Rachael Fletcher cannot cook or ever will cook. As much as she tries it will fail. That is her curse. Thankfully mine is just uncoordinated but at least my cookies don't look like alien eggs. Very soon I smelt smoke and heard shouts of surprise. "She'll never learn…" I shake my head and sit on the couch between Lena and Harry.

"So… how's your eye, Ron?" I ask as he pokes his purple eye into place. "I'm a bit surprised I could touch it." He smiles, rubbing his normal eye. "Wonder why it turned purple." Lena says.

"Good question, Lena, why did it turn purple?" Fred inquires. "These candies are the source of it." He held up a bag of red candies. We placed a spell on it to enlarge but also to match the color that matches the person." George says. "So why is it that Ron's eye was purple?" Fred says to himself, giving Ron a smile.

"Leave me alone!" Ron wails. Lena pats his shoulder. "There, there, girlie boy." He glares at her but she keeps smiling. "So why do we have these feather thingies?" Lena asks, dwindling one between her fingers.

"Um, you write with it." Harry answers. She stops immediately. "Say what?" I raise an eyebrow at him. "That's why you bought the ink." Harry says. "I thought that was some liquid goo." Rachael says. Willow meows in agreement. Aura let a loud chirp out from Lena's shoulder.

"No pens?" Lena mutters. "No pens, Lena…" I pat her shoulder symthetically. I hear Ron mutter to Harry, "What's a pen?" which Harry promptly started to explain.

"How do you write with these!?" she yells hysterically, right into my ear. "Um, Lena, bit loud?" I ask, rubbing a finger into my ear. "Sorry… Can't control the volume of my voice." She says rather quietly.

Other than that it was still a loud, childish talk. Lots of the twin's items were thrown at us. It was like a food fight, but worse.

Later we hear Mrs. Weasely yell for dinner. Mr. Weasely and Rachael were serving onto the very long table outside. I noted that a few of the meats were a bit burned. Most likely Rachael's fault. We took our places and dug into the food.

The following days were loud and fun filled. At night we had a bit to ourselves and that's when I started to fiddle with my cleansweep broom.

It was a day when Mr. and Mrs. Weasely were out. (A/N the Order of the Phoenix, remember?) Fred and George were still at there Joke Shop. I couldn't believe the never finished school. I don't think Mrs. Weasely could either still, judging by how she snaps at them if they bring up their new job.

Rachael and Lena were with the guys, grooming the animals most likely. I brought out the cheap broom and was just staring at it. Harry suggested we get one at the Broom Shop.

Tucker sat next to me in the grass. "How do we start this thing?" I ask him. He looks up slightly, "No idea." I sigh loudly in the very still air.

Instead I practice transforming. Concentrating hard, my stone shining a light green I turn into a clone of Tucker (except female). "Good job! Did you get the wings?" he asks. "Um…" I try to string out the wings but only one goes out. Concentrating harder, another one pops out. "I don't think gold's my color." I say.

"To good to be gold, eh?" he walks up to my side. "I'm meant to be black." I say. I give a shudder and the fur turns from Tuckers mixes of gold to a jet black. The feather's still have a gleam of gold though. Dammit.

"Whatever, as long as I got it done somewhat perfectly." I say, scratching my ear with my new paw. This took about a month to do. I remember how hard it was to be a squirrel. That was ages ago. I feel so behind compared to Lena and Rachael. They easily can use their gifts.

I hear footsteps from a fair distance closing in. Turning around I see Harry. "Hey, Melissa!" He calls out. Frantically looking for a place to hide I see Tucker run up to him. Most likely to distract him I bet. I crouch down and slowly concentrate on transforming. I hid my brightly glowing stone under my belly.

Sweating but back to normal I get up. "Hey there, Harry." I wave wildly at him. I clutch my broom tightly, to stop the trembling. I see that Tucker did his job.

Tucker finally stops jumping up and down around Harry and trots proudly to me. "We've been looking for you," he says and takes a look at me. "What were you doing out here at night?"

"Um, figuring out to fly this broom!" I say a bit to cheerfully back. "Nice save." Tucker says from beside me. I scratch his ear to show my thanks. "I could help." Harry smiles slightly, fidgeting. Is he still nervous to be around us?

"Sure." I blush lightly, unknowingly. "How do we start?" I ask. "Um… Just mount the broom and push up into the air. It should work." He smiles again.

Nodding I do what he says but only hover for a second and fall. "Ow…" I mutter, getting up quickly. "Is this your first broom?" he asks me. "Yeah… first time to a wizarding school too." He looks taken aback. "Seriously? There's only one more year after this!"

"How many years are there usually?" I ask while trying again. "Seven." He says, eyes terribly wide. "S-seven?!" I fall off again. I start to panic. "W-why would they contact us earlier? I'm so far behind! Elaine is going to be so furious…!" I'm in the middle of pacing when Harry interrupts. "Who's Elaine?"

"Um, a, er, friend." I say quickly. "Ah, well I betting Dumbledore thought there was a school in America."

"Guess not…" I grumble. "I'm going to be so behind!"

Getting on once more I'm able to stay on and stay afloat easily. "Now try going into the air." Harry says. Like getting on wasn't enough. "Maybe later, I'm kind of tired."

He gives me a quizzical look. "It's not hard at all. Is anything the matter?"

"No, no! I'm just a very slow learner." This is true, kind of. He stares at me again. "Whatever you say. Let's head in." I nod, following him into the house. A weird burning sensation in my stomach the whole way.

Is there something else wrong with me?

Melissa: Ah, how cute.

Megan: What's cute?

Melissa: Shove it pea brain! –ahem- thanks for reading everybody!

–waves wildly-