Chapter 10: Back at the Burrow. The Weasley family.

(Harry's voice)

"I can't believe you went so mad at him." I said while Fred and George took us all on their borrowed car till we were out of the magical safety against-muggle-peeping area. We were six people at a five seats second hand car. "After all he was just…"

"It was not him. I'm tired of our manager." She answered still a bit angry. "First he sends a demon to bodyguard us, then he asked me to skip some lessons to give interviews, and then he wanted to put Benito at the school to keep an eye on me and guarantee my safety."

"You then should be thrilled someone cares so much about you." Hermione said.

"He is supposed to follow me even to the Quiddich trainings and wait out of the bathroom while I bath." She said looking at her. "And not to say he was one of my brother's best friends and so mine so that was how he managed to work as my personal carer at the games. He is a master at playing ticks!! He would sneak in the bathroom, I know. There are… seven ways of doing it without being caught, at least seven that I can now think of."

"I think we can find eight." Fred said.

"See?" She said. "No, I don't want him to keep an eye on me all the time."

"Ok, ok." We said. "That's reasonable now."

Then Fred and George parked the car and we went out of it.

"Now we have to apparate at the house." George said.

"But she doesn't know how to arrive there." Ron said.

"There's a point." Fred recognised.

"She could apparate with me." Ginny offered. "I mean… shared apparition."

"Yes!" We said.

"Good point." Harry said.

(Isa's voice)

When we arrived to the Weasleys' after shared-appearing of Hermione and me, we first notice the noises and movements showing the activity in the house, and next thing was Molly Weasley coming running towards us making the farm animals ran away from her steps.

"Fred and George Weasley!!" She shouted. "How do you dare to bring those dangerous stuff here??!! Especially when you knew you should be borrowing your bedroom to your brothers!! Oh, Hi Harry, Hermione and Isa. And Congratulations for your victory."

"Th… thanks." I said a bit confused and astonished while Molly kept on telling off the twins and then Ron.

"I think we should move in the house." Ginny said. "This will take a bit."

"Believe her." Harry said. "I'm feeling a bit pity for them…"

"C'mon, I want to introduce you to the rest." Ginny said.

So we walked towards the house hearing Mrs. Weasleys' shouts at the background of our ears.

When we walked in the house first thing we heard was more complaining from the kitchen.

"I can't undegstand why she insists on doing all that way." A French accent voice said. "And where is Gabgielle? She should be here for helping laying the table."

"Dear sister, stop going so nervous." A male voice said on a soft way. "I'll help if you want."

"No!" She said. "Allow us women to do this kind of stuff on family meetings. Gabgielle!! Allez, vient içi imediatement!!"

"Fleur, dear." Another male voice said. "Relax a bit, ok? She is allowed not to do anything here. She is our guest and guests don't work."

"She is a little miss and so she knows she must give heg own sisteg a hand when she needs of it. Gabgielle!!" She said shouting to the outside through the window and then noticing she had shouted to our face.

"Hello." I said. "Nice lungs."

"Ex… excuse moi!!" She said embarrassed. "I didn't mean to…"

"It's ok Fleur." Ginny told her. "We have barely noticed."

"By the way, I think you already know Harry, Hermione…" Ron said.

"Oh, Haggy!" She said kissing him. "It's been so long since last time we met!! And Miss Ggangeg." She added. "It's nice to see you again."

"And this is Isabel McGonagall." Ron kept on.

"Enchantée." I said smiling. "It's a pleasure to finally meet such an elegant and gentle lady."

"Oh, deag!!" Fleur said smiling silly. "The pleasuge is all mine. To have met such a well mannegs lash. But get in, get in."

"I think my brothers and mum will delay a bit." Ron said.

"Oh, don't speak me of such tgicky and damned guys!!" She said. "My poog love!! He got something bugsting at his hands!!"

"Hello, everyone." Bill Weasley said waving a bandaged hand. "Nice to see you all. Ah, young Miss McGonagall. It's a pleasure to finally meet such a great player. We are all so sorry about what happened last summer…"

"Yeah, thanks." I said.

I had seen some scars and his pointy fangs but I didn't dared to ask and looked away from it cause I thought staring at someone would be something rude to do. I wondered what or who did that to him, but I didn't dare to ask.

Then I realised on other person at the kitchen and I smiled to run to him.

"Charlie!!!" I shouted as I jumped over him who caught me on the air making me spin at his arms as I wrapped my lets to his waist. "Charlie Charlie Charlie!! How handsome you are after this three years!! I see you have finally decided to grow your hair, it gives you a better look." I added hitting his cheek softly.

And it was true, his usually well cut hair was now different; he seemed to finally have minded my opinion and raised it now looking on a long ponytail and his usual fringe hanging at her front. A black tortoise neck t-shirt and cream "good boy" trousers with a pair of brown converse.

"Wow!" He said letting me down to stand at the kitchen ground. "I was never told you would be here!"

"Mom didn't tell you?!" Ron asked. "I thought she would tell everyone."

"I've just arrive from Romania to spend some days here." He explained as he took Hermione and mine's bags. "We will take this to your room. Ginny's?"

"Yep." She answered. "I'll show Isa around."

"Ginny, would you mind helping me finding Gabgielle, please?" Fleur asked.

"Don't worry, I'll show her around." Harry said. "None of you seem fold on the idea of allowing Hermione or me help when we come here."

"And if she is not too tired I'd like her to give us a chance against her at Quiddich." Fred said.

"Don't bother her with such things!!" Mrs. Weasley told them off.

"It'll be a pleasure to play against you later." I whispered them while Harry guided me out and making sure Mrs. Weasley didn't heard me. "Tell you're the rest if they want to play too."

Then Harry guided me through the house surroundings where Ron and Hermione didn't take too long to join us.

(Bill's voice)

When we were introduced, I could notice how the new female friend of the family looked at my face and then took she looked away fast going a bit pink. Perhaps she was frightened on my face, but I couldn't blame her. After Greyback attacked me I kept some of a wolf's signs and this awful scars not even in Saint Mungo could help me healing.

"Charlie, I think the new one was disgusted by me." I told him.

"I think you are mistaking her." He just said as we dropped the girl's things at the girls' bedroom. "She is not the kind of girl finding such things disgusting. I mean… I have seen her work surrounded by dragons and she was not afraid or disgusted by them, and I can assure you some of them are that. I've seen her healing an open wound on a dragoness leg without the slightless sign of disgust. So I don't think a couple of scars and pointier than usual fangs would be what I would say disgusts her."

"Hey, she looked at them and then away." I said.

"Ok, if you are so worried about it then why don't you ask her?" He told me smiling. "She is easier to speak to of what people can think."

"I'll, when we are not overhead."

"Hey." Fred and George said getting in the room. "We are sorry of what happened to your face."

"Yep, but you shouldn't have touched anything there, you know we do our experiments there." George said.

"You shouldn't leave dangerous things around." I told them. "Now we have ladies around."

"Anyway, we were wondering if you would like some Quiddich later." He said. "Till now we have just three person to play."

"Ron and you two." Charlie said.

"Then four." Fred said. "Ron, Isa and us two. We suppose Ginny and Harry will also want to play so I suppose we can count on six people, and you two?"

"Count me too." Charlie said. "It's long I don't play."

"Yep… Fleur doesn't enjoy it much either…" I said.

"So we can count on you two too." George said.

"Ah, don't say a word to mum." Fred said while they left. "She thinks we want to overwork our guest."

"They have not changed much, have they?" Charlie asked smiling.

"No, they have not." I agreed.

(Harry's voice)

That night while we had dinner, we chat about lot of things, from Quiddich to usual matters such as our homework at Howarts.

They were a bit surprised when Ginny said Isa made Ron, her and the rest of the Gryffindor team train nearly everyday, she trained at sunrise and helped Draco Three days a week and one else on the weekends; and that she kept on being one of the best students on the school with Hermione.

(Isa's voice)

"And how do you manage to do all of it?" Charlie asked. "I mean… you do all at the same time. How?"

"I'm lucky to have a good schedule." I said noticing I was beginning to go pink on so much attention.

"She studies and does her homework till late all the week but for the weekends." Hermione said. "That's what you must do if you want to have good marks and play Quiddich." She added looking at Ron and me.

"I have always said so." Mrs. Weasley said. "Bill and Charlie were good students too; they put great effort on it."

"Oh, mum…!" Both complained making me smile.

I was happy the attention was not put at me any longer. That dinner was happy for me; it had been lot of time since I didn't felt that warm you get when you are among family.

And it was the perfect end for a good day when we went out to the garden and went to play to the place they seemed to always play at.

(Bill's voice)

I must say now I realised why that red haired girl was a national player. Despite of her complexion and appearance, she was certainly a really good flier that was versatile as she seemed to be good at any post you made her play at.

Fred and George were the beaters, Ginny and Harry where the chasers from a team and Charlie and I from the other, then Ron and Isa were the keepers.

"Don't expect too much from me." Isa said smiling mildly. "I usual play as seeker."

"Do your best." We said.

"Yep, nobody would tell you off if Ginny scores." Fred said.

But that was not true. We scored two times before changing positions and Charlie went to Isa's post and she to his.

Fred was our team beater and he was doing a good work against George.

Hermione was down with Gabrielle cheering for us while we played and we didn't expected Isa being good as chaser too. We were mistaken.

She showed once again what training could do. And we scored again before changing positions again.

When we ended the game due to dusk and while we walked down the hill towards home we chat.

"We didn't know you could play so well on any position." Charlie said. "I mean… I knew you were a good flyer because you were called volunteer to help training taming some dragons to fly, but playing on any Quiddich position?"

"We knew." Ron said. "Just Ginny and she were the ones able to score me while the tryouts."

"But I'm not that good." She said going pink once again. "I train hard, specially for seeker. And my brothers used to make me play against them to train too. Eloy was chaser and I began as chaser too. And Peter used to play as chaser or keeper."

"But you can't play beater." Fred said throwing an apple to her that held it without looking at it.

"I'm not such a good beater as you two." She said looking at the apple. "Being able to hold a ball or hit it is not all that matters as Quiddich, is it?"

We had to agree. For beaters and chasers, to be well coordinated was something also important. National players were so well coordinated that they didn't even had the need to look around to pass the quaffle and the twins seemed just one beater doubled.

Anyway, I still had a chat to have with her cause of her weird behaving and the doubts she had made me had about it all.

While they were getting back in home, I held her wrist softly.

"Could we chat a second?" I asked her. "I think I've heard you like travelling."

"Yes." She said smiling. "But…"

"Please." I told her.

She then shrugged and followed me to the garden barn where we kept our treasures, dad his muggle things and me my travel treasures.

She was happy to see the funny things I bought when I was made to travel Egypt.

"Do you have anything against my face?" I asked her. "If you don't like the scars…"

"It's not that." She said not even looking up. "If you were worried about it…"

"I was not worried." I said. "It's just… you seem to have been avoiding me. Why?"

"I don't want to be rude." She answered leaving the pyramid miniature with care and holding the Egyptian amulet and looking at it with great interest.

"Then what?" I asked holding her wrist perhaps with too much strength. "Tell me, I don't mind if you are rude."

"I didn't look at you because I know I would stare at your scars wondering how you got them." She said looking at me with a hard look. "Cause staring at someone is considered to be rude. Now… could you drop my wrist, it hurts."

"Sorry." I said dropping it. Those kind of things were what I got from the attack too as side effects, and I didn't noticed it till the offence was done. "If you were wondering… You should have asked, I thought you were disgusted by them."

"Why?" She said now looking at me. "I bet you got them on a fight and they are signs of bravery."

"Yes, I got them… fighting deatheaters. Greyback attacked me and did that on me." I told her. "He is a…"

"A werewolf, I knew it must have been that!" She said smiling. "Your messed hair, the longer and pointier than usual fangs… I knew!"

That made me doubt.

"You knew?" I asked.

"Sorry, I mean… I supposed you could be a half werewolf." She said going pink. "I should never have suggested I…"

"No, no." I said shaking my head. "I prefer you speaking freely. That's easier. Let's do something." I added having an idea. "I allow you to forget about manners and ask me whatever you want, when you need it. No matter if it sounds rude or polite, ok?"

"Hum, sure." She nodded looking at me. "But…"

"Freely." I repeated. "That will make all easier, and can I be also sincere to you?"

"Yep!!" She said happily. "I mean, my friends know they can speak to me freely! I don't think friends are rude, just on really extreme times and then they are not."

"See?" I told her smiling. "You can then speak freely to me too. Friends?"

"Friends." She said shaking my hand. "Oh, maybe if you are feeling uneasy with that you would like to… Never minds, where's this from?"

"Highlands of Scotland." I answered. "I got it when I had to travel there due to Gringotts stuff there. And this one is from…"

I kept on telling her about all that. Funnily she didn't seem to lose any word coming from me. Not even Fleur seemed to put so much interest on all my old trophies, and not just the travel souvenirs. She found my first hand made troy broom and asked about it.

When I told her my father did it for me as he did it for Charlie later and of course the twins she smiled and told me she also was given the same.

"Well, mine was made by all my family guys." She recognised fidgeting with a miniature she had hang from one of her neck laces and taking it off to enlarge it at her hands. "When I grew up and got my true flying broom I turned this on a pendant."

Then I realised it was pink then darkened broom with several scratches.

"This one." She said pointing to one of the scratches. "This was made by Eloy who then was five. He triend to carve something at the wood and did the cut. And this stain here was made by Peter; I think he dropped too much varnish there and so the pinture under it was too darkened."

So I had to smile, it was really clear she was once really attached to her family, and that had been taken from her all of sudden during this late summer. Anyway, she seemed to want to hold the very last and tinny chance for trying to be ok and recover.

"I see you are doing well." I said when she said how the broom was pink on a beginning and as she cried cause she hated pink very much her father turned it into purple with a simple charm.

"I have to." She said looking at the broom. "Life keeps on and I promised to do something before I could even think on dieing. You'll see, I'll one day be known for what I'll do myself and not just Quiddich."