Dumbledore stepped up to the big group of people and then my brother slipped out of my grasp as he walked up to them too. I stood there with my backpack and my suitcase at my feet wondering what I was supposed to do. As all the people greeted my brother I saw three staring at me and look away when they saw me see them.

"Morgan come over here with your stuff," Charles cried over to me.

Slowly I grabbed my back pack and put the only working strap over my shoulder and then dragged my suitcase over with me to the group of people that I didn't know and didn't really want to get to know. I soon stood next to my brother that was talking to a man that looked like he would be the father of most of the kids here.

"Hi…" I said quietly but loud enough for everyone to hear.

As they all said hi and went around saying names I noticed that the other three were looking at me again. There was Mr. and Mrs. Weasly, their kids Charlie, Bill, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny and then the other two Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.

"Ron, Hermione, and Harry; dears," said Mrs. Weasly, "please take Ms. Winter up to her room and show her around too on the way please."

As we walked up to the house I looked around at the garden that had plants and flowers everywhere. Very wild, I loved it. Once inside we went into the kitchen and then came out into the sitting room, that had a bunch of couches and a few chairs that all looked a bit worn down.

"Can you please just show me to my room?" I asked shortly. I wanted to be along. Charles was leaving so I had no one left.

"Yeah, sure…" said Ron.

We made it to the top of the stairs and I dropped my suitcase onto the floor.

"Which one?" I asked. "Please," I added to be nice.

"This one, I think, mum wasn't to clear earlier about it."

I opened the door and found that it was a nice small but cozy room that had a white vanity in the corned and a bed by the other wall with a quilt folded at the foot of the bed and a white night stand by the head of the bed. Besides the door was a dresser for my clothes and also a small mirror on top of it. I dragged in my suitcase in and pointed my wand at it. My clothes jumped out and waited it the air as I pointed my wand at the dresser and my clothes flew folded and neat in to the dresser.

"Your seventeen, Morgan?"

"What? Oh yea… just… few weeks ago. You three?"

"Me and Hermione are, and Harry will be soon."

"Oh well can you please leave I am tired and I want to unpack some more stuff and try and get some sleep. Thanks."

"Okay. Bye, but do you want us to bring up food later?"

"No just wake me up tomorrow at ten please."

"Okay, but you do know that it is around two in the after noon, right?"

"Sure…"

"Right, see you," said Hermione.

They made their way out of the room and shut the door quietly. I made my way over to the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed. I placed my backpack at my feet and then zipped it open and reached in. I pulled out a picture Bethany took of Charles, My parents and I before our accident; I placed in on the nightstand. I dug in again and brought out a picture of Charles and Bethany kissing by the waterfall, a picture of Bethany and me at the waterfall, and a picture of Bethany, Charles, and me in my room laying on my bed and one just like it but at the waterfall too. One picture was missing and it was the next I pulled out. It was a picture of Bethany sitting on a stool at the club Night-Moon playing the song that we wrote. She had a beautiful smile on her face and in the background you can see Charles smiling even more. It was hard to think that the very next day she learned that she had cancer and then five months later she would die.

Slowly I got up and made my way to the dresser and placed the picture of Bethany singing and the picture of Bethany, Charles and me on the dresser. As I made my way back to my bed I looked at my reflection in that mirror and wished that I was home with Bethany sitting in my room talking or writing a new song or just laying. Really I just wanted to be anywhere but here in England, here in the Burrow, here with a strange family, or even here without my family and my only friend.

I made my way to bed and with out putting on my pajamas I crawled in and fell asleep.

~Nightmare~

"Run," he screamed at you. His voice was familiar but I couldn't see his face so I had no clue as to whom I was just dancing with.

I ran down the hall which turned into another hall but as I kept going and turning the halls kept getting shorter until there was no where to turn. I turned around at my dead end and saw the shadow figure come around the corner with his bloody dagger in hand. It came up to me and a boney hand came out and grabbed my chin. It brought the dagger to my upper arm and made a clean shallow swipe, and then another one below it. It did the same thing to my other arm and then brought where its face should be to my neck and whispered something into my ear but I couldn't hear it. Then it mad two stab wounds going along with my hip bones and then as I was gasping for breath it stabbed my one last time right below my rib cage making a triangle.

~Waking up~

I woke up screaming. Then I heard pounding of feet running up stairs and pounding on my door right before my brother broke it open.

"Morgan, are you okay?" Charles asked as he ran to my side sliding to his knees by my bedside. "What happened?"

I looked up and saw that a hole bunch of people were in my room but then I realized that it wasn't my room. I didn't want them to know I had nightmares. They would think that I was crazy because who in their right mind at the age of seventeen has nightmares.