Hope you enjoy this next chapter, it's a bit short, I know. Any opinions are welcome.

Chapter Four

At that moment River sat in the room that had been appointed to her, undisturbed by the others except for the common curtsy of Molly who brought her regular meals. It had only been a few days but they were expecting more arrivals, or more particularly that of the Weasley children. Molly Weasley had a lot of children, four of which would spend the next two weeks in this place followed by even more to come.

With little conversation from the wizards and witches below she had directed her attention elsewhere. On the first floor there was an incredibly impressive library, all the books, of course, were on witches and wizards. She had taken many stacks up into her room and consumed them one by one in quick succession. She knew at this stage of course that she was in a world she ought not to have been. When she was being questioned she had been asked about some kind of energy converter the 'muggles' or non-magic folk had been constructing. She knew nothing about it though and was of little help; still, if her theory was correct, it may have been the cause of her being in this world.

It seemed strange to her though, in all the books she read, they constantly criticized the muggles way of doing things. Simple tasks that were easily solved by use of magic, while muggles struggled; the wizards looked on in amusement. Witches and wizards looked down at the muggles as their inferiors and yet when the muggles made a machine that threatened a balance of power, the wizards panic, trying to find and destroy it. Muggles were dreadfully underestimated.

Still, if she had any hope of getting back to Serenity, she also had to find that machine and reverse the damage it had done. She needed to talk to the Captain of sorts, whom she had heard been called Albus Dumbledore. The only problem was, it appeared he didn't come around often, as he had many constant errands to attend to.

A sudden commotion beneath her floorboards sounded the arrival of the Weasley children and she smiled as her mind automatically touched theirs. She had found it easier to read people lately; it was no longer jumbled into a mess, but clear and crisp.

First there were the twins, Fred and George, a pair of trouble makers but true at heart and stood making everyone laugh. Then there was the Ron, the youngest boy, he was 15 and much more self interested. River couldn't help but hear his constant worries on another boy, whom he considered his best friend, Harry. The last Weasley child was a girl, Ginny and only a year younger the Ron. She was extremely intelligent and curious.

Sighing and sitting back she popped open another one of her books and waited for them to all come and introduce themselves, something they had all been told could wait until she was ready to come out.

Remus sat in the centre end chair at the dining table next to Sirius who at that moment was fiddling with the daily profit paper. He'd already read and re-read the articles a dozen times but still felt the need to read them again.

"It's not going to tell you anything new until the next edition comes out." Remus joked at him. He pulled a face.

"He hasn't done anything." Sirius shook the battered paper in his hands. They all knew what he was talking about. Lord Voldemort, who had risen only a few months ago from the dead had yet to make any public move. This was concerning indeed. They had no idea what he was up to beside the whole 'make an evil army' thing. Been there, done that. It was effective though, he had to admit.

Remus sighed, they'd been over this before and seemed to need to go over it every time the paper arrived. At the moment, there was simply nothing they could do.

"Where are those children of mine?" Molly Weasley grumbled as she set the table ready for supper.

"I think there up in Miss Tam's room." Arthur provided.

All four Weasley children where indeed up in River's room having introduced themselves and then made themselves comfortable while she was reading.

Knowing the others felt uncomfortable with her there after what she had said when they'd first meet she usually kept to herself, hidden in the room. She doubted though, that she would get away with it so easily now.

"You have half the library up there." Ginny joked as she flipped through one of her Quiddish magazines, her legs folded under her atop of River's bed.

"Half those books are all boring wizard history, don't know what's so interesting." Ron was saying as he played with something River couldn't quite make out.

"I've never read them before." River stated matter of fact.

"I've got some magazines if you want to read those instead." Ginny offered.

River thought on that for a moment. "Do they say anything on Voldemort?"

At the sound of that name the rooms light chatter died suddenly and all eyes were turned to her. She realized she had said a taboo word and she felt feelings of shock around her.

"I don't understand." She looked at them puzzled. "Everyone wonders the same thing."

"What do you mean?" Ginny asked confused.

"You want to know what Voldemort (again they all flinch) is doing. And yet in the books he is dead. Why do you worry over someone who is dead?" River felt she was missing something important in the middle.

"You don't know who HE is?" Ginny asked giving her a strange look. River slowly shook her head. The books she had read had lightly touched the subject, only noting him as a wizard with terrible powers who had killed many but was now dead.

"I only know what the books say." River admitted finally.

"Were you raised by muggles?" Ron asked but not nastily. "My best friend was, that's Harry Potter." He said his name as though this Harry was famous.

"My family are muggles. There are no witches or wizards where I come from." River turned her attention back to her worn book.

"No witches or wizards?" George chipped in.

"Well no wonder you don't know HIM!" Fred beamed in amusement.

"Where do you come from?" Ginny asked, trying to keep her interest to a minimum.

"Serenity is my home."

"Serenity?"

"She sails in the sky. I miss the black." River tried to ignore the looks they gave each other, unfortunately she never missed anything. She wished she'd never said anything at all but she could never seem to stop herself.

When everyone else had retired for the night Remus and Sirius sat in the kitchen talking. Sirius as usual was wondering when Harry, his Godson, would be able to join them while Remus's mind stayed focused on River. He'd managed to have a light hearted talk to the Weasley children and asked their opinions of River, hoping he didn't sound weird. Ginny in particular had told him of the conversation they had about her home, her lack of any knowledge on the wizard world and that she was from a place where witches and wizards didn't exist, in the sky! As he thought, his concerns went unnoticed by his friend.
"Those muggles better be treating him right." Sirius was saying as Remus nodded absently. "I swear Remus, you're never fully here." Sirius pushed him and Remus broke from his thoughts to stop and break his fall.

"I'm sorry Sirius, I was just thinking."

"About River?" Sirius gave him a knowing look.

"She says the strangest things, like the end of a conversation she thinks she's having with us. And the Weasley children said she spoke oddly too."

"Do you think the muggles got to her?"

"I don't know what to think. She hasn't even asked for a wand." Remus thought that highly strange. The first thing after an attack and all you want is your weapon.

"Albus said he'd come in later tonight, around now. Maybe he'll have some answers"