CHAPPY TWO! YAY! R&R, don't like don't read, don't review, don't hate!
Hope you like! Also, this is kind of like present time, in a sense I might mention people that are like famous in 2011, not like in 1990s. My literary license :) And I'm sorry if I got the quotes wrong, too.
She left! Ok, Trixie, take a deep breath.
Obviously she is just trying to protect you. I took another deep breath, grabbed my trunk, and headed to the house.
I knocked on the door, and a slightly plump woman with red hair opened the door and smiled. I smiled and sighed inwardly. Ok, so she knew who I was. I'm in as deep of shit as I thought I would be.
"You must be Trixie!" She said in a deep British accent, grabbing my trunk and motioning me inside. I looked around. It seemed messy and clumpy, but what really got me staring was all of the objects moving in the house.
There were needles sewing themselves, dishes washing themselves, laundry folding themselves, it was amazing!
"Cool, isn't it?" She said and laughed at my stunned face. I blushed a bit and said,
"It really is amazing,"
"GINNY!" She called from the foot of the stairs,
"Yeah mum? Did Trixie come yet?" A shout yelled back.
"YES! COME DOWN HERE NOW!"
"OK!"
I heard movement from the stairs and a redhead girl of about 16 came down. She smiled at me and walked over to shake my hand, "Hello, I'm Ginny,"
I smiled back and took the hand and said, "Trixie,"
"Well, you two, how about you guys go up to your room and talk. Trixie's mother told me that she doesn't know much about magic and such, so please explain it to her. She just learned she was a witch a few hours ago,"
Ginny's eyebrows shot up and her mom's last statement, and replied, "Sure, mum. Right this way,"
She walked up the steps and I followed her, carrying my trunk. The stairs twisted in circles and I could see all of the rooms and branches off of the stairs. It was pretty cool.
After climbing at least two stories, we reached her room and she motioned me inside. There was a single bed, a dresser and posters of people on broomsticks on the walls. Figures.
"Sit," She said and patted the side of her bed, "tell me about yourself,"
I let out a deep breath before answering, "Well, my parents and I live in the U.S, I just learned that I was a witch and all my family members that have been dying were fighting in the war with You-know-who or whatever the bastard calls himself, and now I'm going to a school that is named after Pigs with poor hygiene."
She laughed at the last part and said, "Interesting. And I'm sorry for your losses. And I never realized that about the school," She laughed again and I smiled.
"And you're American, too! Is there not a school like Hogwarts there?" she said and I shrugged.
"I don't know. My mom went to Hogwarts and I guess that's why she wants me to go. Anyway, I'm going into the 1st year as an 16 year old. That part doesn't sound like fun."
She gave a small smile and said, "Yeah, not really. But it's not unheard of, luckily. What did your mom tell you about Hogwarts?"
"She told me that we wear uniforms, it is a boarding school, and she told me to try and not get myself into Hufflepuff."
She laughed and fell back on her bed. Averter a few minutes of laughter, she said, "Is that all you know?"
I nodded, "Well, I know that Severus Snape is the Headmaster, too,"
She frowned at that and said, "I don't trust him. He killed the formal Headmaster, Dumbledore. But people of the Order trust him, so I guess I should, too," She mumbled.
"Order?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"A group of people that are trying to defeat You-know-who. Well, a lot don't like him, hate him I should say, but the Order is a secret organization where people plan and scheme against him. It is a very dangerous group to be in, and if You-know-who finds anyone who is in it, he will kill them. Well, torture them first,"
"Sounds like a charming guy," I murmured and she laughed.
"You really don't know much do you?"
It was my turn to laugh and I said, "Well, I did just find out that I am a witch, so don't expect me to know much!"
We spent the next few hours talking. She told me about Harry Potter, her brothers, You-know-who (whose real name was Voldemort), Hogwarts, all the professors, the students, spells, charms, and potions, the rules of Hogwarts, why muggles are hated by so much people, and about each of the houses, Gryffindor, Sytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw, and house points.
"Why do you think my mom doesn't want my in Hufflepuff?"
She laughed a bit before saying, "Well, Gryffindors are known for bravery, Sytherins and cunning, Ravenclaws are smart, and Huffelpuffs are loyal. I'm guessing that most people would prefer to go into the other three though because Hufflepuffs are kind of for the…left over people. Not that that's bad, it just means that they aren't the other three,"
"Makes sense," I said before laughing, "Left over people. That is a kind of mean way to put it!"
"It's true though!" We both laughed for a while longer.
"So where are your brothers?" I asked.
Her smile disappeared and was replaced with a worried frown as she said slowly and thoughtfully, "They are helping Harry Potter. All of them are of age and are drinking a polyjuice potion that makes them all look like Harry. They are doing that so the Death Eaters don't know which Harry is the real one. Some could die,"
I hugged her. Ok, so I knew Death Eaters, Polyjuice Potion, and Harry Potter. So I'm not that desperate.
"They should be arriving any minute now actually," She said.
As if right on cue, I heard a scream and fire shoot out the window. We both scrambled to look out.
I saw a man who must have been 8 feet tall, and a boy with glasses on a motorcycle. It must have been flying.
"Harry!" Ginny called and ran out the door. I followed her close behind. When I got down the stairs I heard talking and crying,
"—thank goodness you're safe," came the voice of Mrs. Weasley.
I heard other voices, yelling, screaming, and crying until a tall man with a mustache came in through the door, along with a black man, the man that must be 8 feet tall, the boy with glasses, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, A boy with red hair which must have been Ginny's brother, and a girl with wavy brown hair.
The man with the mustache came up to me, his wand pointed at my neck. Yep. I'm screwed.
"NAME!" He said in a deep British accent.
"Remus, she's—"Mrs. Weasley started.
"NAME!" He shouted me again, ignoring Mrs. Weasley's comment.
"Trixie Rayner," I said as calmly as I could.
"Who are you?" He asked.
I rolled my eyes and said, "I just told you! Trixie Rayner,"
"I mean what are you doing here?" He said his wand still on my neck.
"Mrs. Weasley is taking me to Hogwarts. I am American; my parents are Jordan and Emily Rayner. They are witches and wizards. Whatever. I just found out that I was a witch today. Anything else?"
His wand lowered a little bit before saying, "What is your mother's hair color?"
"Light brown, but when she was 15 she dyed her hair purple," I remember her telling me to never do that.
His wand lowered completely and he smiled. He offered his hand and said, "Sorry about that. I am Remus Lupin. I was your mother's friend many years ago." I shook his hand and he did the same questionnaire to the boy with glasses before saying to everyone,
"We are being betrayed. We have to make sure no one is an imposter,"
Then, a red haired boy was carried by a man who must have been Mr. Weasley. The boy must have been at least 20, and his ear was gone, and blood was covering his face.
He must have been a twin, because another man came in who looked just like him, and he kneeled down next to him.
"George?" he asked quietly, "How you doing Georgie?"
"Saint like," He murmured, "I'm holy, Fred," He said and pointed to the hole in his head where his ear should have been, "Holy. Get it?"
"Pathetic," he muttered, but laughed.
The man that was Fred, turned to me, and he narrowed his eyes and said, "Who are you?"
I sighed. Jeez. How many times was I going to have to say it? "Trixie Rayner," I said and his eyes narrowed.
"Who?"
"I just told you. Trixie Rayner!"
"I know I meant what are you doing here?"
I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose, "Your mother is taking me to Hogwarts. My mom couldn't. I don't know why so please don't ask. I just found out that I am a witch and that there is a war going on and it's enough that my country is still in Afghanistan!"
He smiled and looked around and said, "I like her,"
I chuckled and pinched the bridge of my nose and rolled my eyes. That's like my signature move.
"Ginny, why don't you, Harry, Ron, and Hermione all go upstairs so the adults can talk?"
"We are adults, too!" She said but humphed and walked upstairs. I followed them timidly, until we all got into Ginny's room.
As soon as the door closed the boy with glasses offered his hand, "Harry Potter," he said with a smile.
I smiled back and took it saying, "Ahh. The boy who lived, or whatever," I rolled my eyes because I could really care less, "Trixie,"
He smiled bigger and said, "You're the first person who has not freaked out when I told you who I am,"
I raised an eyebrow, and said, "Sucks for you," But I smiled too so he knew I was kidding.
"So are all of ya'll British?" I asked sitting down on Ginny's bed.
"Yes. And you must be American. I recognize your accent," The girl with wavy brown hair said.
"I am. And you are..?" I asked the girl.
"Hermione Granger," he said and offered her hand and I took it.
"Ron! Introduce yourself!" Hermione said sternly to the redhead boy who must be Ginny's brother.
"Ronald Weasley," he said with a bored, "Nice to meet you,"
"Likewise," I said as dully and sarcastically as he sounded.
"So," Hermione started, trying to prevent an awkward silence, "How old are you, Trixie?"
"16, but I have to start out as a freshman, or whatever you call it here,"
"First year, but why aren't you going into third,"
I shrugged and said, "Beats me. I mean, the other kids are 11. I really don't give a damn. But I do wish that I will be able to move up a few years."
"I can tutor you!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Actually you can't Hermione. Horrcruxes remember?" Harry said as if it were a "no duh" sort of statement.
Her bright smile was replaced by a sad frown and said, "Oh, yeah. Right. I'm sorry, Trixie. But I'm sure a professor will help you with each of the classes,"
I groaned and leaned back on the bed and said, "I don't want to seem like a teacher's pet or something. And I'm sure if I spend all my free time in the library, then I should be fine,"
"Sounds like you, Hermione," Ron said smiling and Hermione punched him in the arm.
"Also, do they play sports in Hogwarts?"
"Yeah! Quidditch!" Ginny said happily.
"Erm…What?" I asked.
"It's kind of like soccer only you fly on broom sticks, there are balls that you shoot through hoops, balls that try to knock you off you broom, and there is a snitch which is a tiny golden ball which a seeker trys to catch." Hermione explained.
I paused before saying, "That doesn't sound like soccer AT ALL,"
She giggled and said, "Yeah, I guess you're right,"
"Soccer?" Ginny asked.
"A muggle sport," Harry explained.
"Wait; did you say earlier that you just learned that you are a witch?" Hermione asked.
I nodded, "My parents wanted to keep me safe. If the Death Eaters or whatever found them, then they wanted to make sure that when they read my memory, I would know nothing of it."
"Smart," Ron stated.
"I guess," I shrugged, "At least Severus Snape, or whatever, let me go. That was nice of him,"
All of them laughed humorlessly. Harry said, "That man is a totally bastard! He killed Dumbledore!"
I sat up and stiffened and said, "My parents trust him, so I trust him. I have never met him and all I know of him for a fact is that he let me go to Hogwarts. I'm not too quick to judge, so until I see him do something terrible, I'll change my mind. Besides, I'll just prank him or something if he pisses me off,"
They all laughed and Harry said between fits of laughter, "You pranking Snape! Do you want to die? You'll never get away with it! You sound like Fred and George!"
They all laughed and I looked at them skeptically. I liked them.
"Just you wait, ya'll. I'll get him. If he deserves it," I said determinedly.
"I like her!" Ron said in between laughs, "She's stupid, but she's awesome!"
"Gee, thanks," I said rolling my eyes.
"Alright, guys, it's getting later lets go to bed. Trixie if you want to come stay with me, that's fine," Hermione said, "we have a big day tomorrow!"
"What's tomorrow?" I asked and left Ginny, Ron, and Harry and followed Hermione to her room.
"Bill's wedding. Ginny's oldest brother," Hermione said.
"Jesus, how many siblings does she have?" I asked.
"6," She said.
"Man, Mrs. Weasley is really nice, but she's GOT to get a hobby," I said, and Hermione laughed.
I slept in the bed next to hers, and had one of the most pleasant night's sleep I have ever had. Mainly because I think I have actually made some friends.
PHEW! Next chapter is going to be Hogwarts, and Snape! Actually, it might be the third chapter, but eventually.
-CaRo