Of Weasleys and Wands

DISCLAIMER: I have not, am not, nor will I ever be J.K. Rowling.

Rachel carefully made her way into the little shop. Everything was dusty and Rachel wondered, briefly, how useful magic was, cleaning wise.

"Good afternoon." Said a soft voice. Rachel jumped. An old man was standing before her, his wide pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.

"Ich…Ich-" she paused realizing she had slipped into German and quickly switched back to English. "I need to buy a wand."

"An American! I don't get very many Americans in my shop." He hurried away, "Do you have any magical family in the area?"

"Erm…My uncle is a wizard I think, but I'm not sure." She replied quietly.

"Really? Perhaps I know him. What's his name?"

"Um…Ted, Ich denk. I mean, I think it's Ted Tonks."

"I see. Let's see now, ah, here try this one. 17 inches, holly, with a unicorn hair. Go on, go on." She took it and waved it. Nothing happened. "Hmm, let's try this. 11 inches, maple, with a phoenix tale feather." Again, nothing happened. "Well now, third time's the charm yes?" He disappeared into the back room and when he returned he carried a long, dusty-red box. "Try this, 13½ inches, ivy, with a phoenix tale feather." She took the wand and the room seemed to get lighter and she was filled with warmth that had nothing to do with the summer heat. She quickly paid for her wand and made her way back to McGonagall.

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"I have to return to the school, but I've made arrangements with Molly Weasley. She said she would be happy to let you stay at the Burrow for the remainder of the summer holiday. Is that alright with you?" Rachel nodded and Professor McGonagall conjured a fire so that they could floo to the Weasley's.

They stepped through and when the spinning stopped, Rachel stood in a small, cramped kitchen. Books and parchment were stacked on the tables and dishes were waiting for the charmed sponge and dishrag to wash and dry them. She walked a few more steps in and noticed a thin set of stairs leading up to the upper level (or levels, Rachel wasn't sure) of the house. The sound of multiple feet on the stairs told her that someone had heard their arrival.

A red haired woman and two boys (who looked about 12) who looked exactly the same (she assumed they were twins) and had the same hair walked in.

"You must be Rachel!" The twins said together. She nodded. "I'm Gred," Said one "And I'm Feorge!" Added the other. The lady, Rachel could only assume was Mrs. Weasley, gave them a sharp look, then turned to Rachel with a smile.

"That is Fred and George. They enjoy a good laugh on the not so rare occasion." Then she turned to the professor. "Will you be staying for dinner?"

"Unfortunately, I can't stay today. I have to get back to the school." McGonagall said.

"Well, you stop by anytime, dear." McGonagall nodded and headed back towards the fireplace. "Now, you'll want to meet everyone, I'm sure, but let's get you settled in for now, shall we?" Rachel nodded again, unsure how to answer. "You'll be sharing a room with Ginny. Is that all right?" Another nod. Mrs. Weasley flicked her wand at Rachel's trunk of school things and began levitating them up the stairs. They climbed two flights of stairs. As they climbed, Rachel couldn't help but stare at the many pictures that were waving at her. They were actually moving! Ack! On the second floor Mrs. Weasley stopped, knocked, and opened the door. Ginny was sitting on her bed, reading. She looked up when Rachel entered.

"Hello," she said, getting up. "I'm Ginny."

"I'm Rachel. Rachel Lapp." Ginny noticed her trunk and gasped.

"You're going to Hogwarts? Oh, you're so lucky. I can't go 'till next year." Mrs. Weasley put the trunk down inside the door and began on her way back to the kitchen, leaving the girls to get better acquainted.

"Ron's going this year, too. The twins are going into their second year and Percy's in his fifth. Are you excited about going to Hogwarts?" Rachel smiled.

"Jah, I am. So you have four older brothers?"

"Six, actually; Bill and Charlie are already out of school. Bill, he's the oldest, he's a curse breaker in Egypt, and Charlie's in Romania working with dragons. What about your family?"

"Well, there's John, he's the oldest, and then Jacob, he and I are really close. Then there's Matthew who treats me like a boppli-"

"Boppli?"

"Oops , it means baby. Anyway, then there's Hannah, she's seven and loves animals, and Joshua is the youngest and he's four."

"Wow, you have almost as many brothers and sisters as I do."

"Jah, maybe we should go help you're mamm." Ginny shrugged.

"Okay," they made their way back to the kitchen, and, under the careful eye of Mrs. Weasley, began to help make dinner.

AN: Hey, sorry that a) this took so long, I lost all of my notes and only just found them again. And b) this is so short. I just need to give you some information about the where she is and of course the wand. The next chapter should be very interesting. Rachel is not as perfect as she seems. Thanks for the reviews, and please keep reviewing. Even if you don't like the story, I really appreciate the comments. So enough of my talk. On with the story!