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.:Chapter 4:.

A day Alone part 1

Mr. Weasley had sent Harry's Aunt an Uncle a letter inviting him to the World Cup, and if they would have asked me, I would have told them not to fill the envelope with stamps. It should have hit me, to tell them before they sent the letter, but I was out in the garden with Ginny and Hermione. They all seemed to trust Dumbledore with all the matters concerning me, for which I was grateful. I honestly didn't know what I would have done if Dumbledore didn't trust me.

Mr. Weasley, Ron, Fred, and George were preparing to leave to fetch Harry at his house, so Hermione, Ginny, and I had some time alone, with out the twins trying to prank us every five minutes… Mrs. Weasley was finishing up doing my laundry. I felt horrible about her doing it. I told her I would do my own laundry, it was the least I could do.

"You're giving me a place to stay, and letting me stay with the Twins. I can't have you do everything for me." I said, trying to take the laundry basket from her, but she was stronger than I thought.

"No, I'm going to treat you like any of my other children. Ginny is the only one who helps me," I was about to interrupt, "But she is out with Hermione. When friends are over, I don't ask her to help." I was beaten. There was no way to get this women to accept my help. The others came back, the twins laughing. I knew why, Ton-Tongue Toffee. But I asked Harry to fill me in, so I could pretend not to know, I didn't like the looks I got when I said I knew things.

Bill and Charlie came home for the World Cup. They took Dumbledore's advice just as the other Weasleys did. Again, it made me very happy.

Mrs. Weasley asked Hermione, Ginny, and I to set the table. She went upstairs to tell the boys to come down stairs for dinner. I heard an explosion, and three voices shouting. Mrs. Weasley had found the Joke Shop stuff, again. Why the twins would even think about working on that right under their mothers nose is beyond me.

Instead of worrying about the twins, we watched as Bill and Charlie were 'dueling' with tables. Percy started shouting out of his window, and all I could do is laugh. During dinner everyone talked about the Word Cup and how excited they are. I, on the other hand, was terrified. I knew how it was going to end, and what was going to happen. But, I couldn't tell anyone, or things would change. I liked knowing what was going to happen, except, that night at dinner, it hit me.

"Will me being here change things? I know what's going to happen, but will me being here change all of that?" I asked. I was so terrified that I was shaking.

"Dumbledore doesn't think so." Mr. Weasley answered. "He came to the Ministry the other day. I asked him the same question." I took a deep breath, and let this new information calm me. Regardless, I couldn't laugh and be excited like the others. I was worrying about the Cup. Nothing is really going to happen. No one dies. No one dies, I kept telling myself.

The next day, all of the boys went to the field to play Quidditch. Hermione, Ginny, and I were invited. I told them to go on with out me. I would just hold up the game. We agreed to watch the boys instead. The other two hardly watched, they saw the boys play all the time, but this is my first time watching Quidditch. Ginny talked about whatever came to mind, while I half listened. Fred and George were chasing Harry, tying to knock off his concentration. Hermione was reading one of her new textbooks, so she hardly listened.

"I think you'll be in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. But defiantly not Hufflepuff or Slytherin." Hermione smiled, out of the blue.

"I hope so." I said, trying to return the smile. We decided to go back to the house, the Cup was coming up soon, so we wanted to get everything washed and packed before we had to leave.

"Well, I don't think it would matter. Fred and George would know some way to sneak you into the common room." Ginny said. She knew her brothers too well. We went to Ginny's bedroom to help her pack, when we heard a loud bang, coming from outside. We dropped what we had in our hands and ran back down stairs as fast as we could.

"What in Merlin's name was that?" Mrs. Weasley shouted from downstairs.