CHAPTER 4

They had arrived at the Weasley's at noon, via a 'portkey' that Mr Weasley had set up. Elizabeth was slightly worried when Harry told her to grab onto the bizarre old can lying on the ground in an alleyway. Though she found herself lurching as she felt her body churning around. She was nearly sick when she landed on her back, in a strange place.

Her mouth opened and closed as she stood, shaking a little.

"Wh-What was that? Where-?" Harry chuckled slightly at her confused state, and explained portkeys briefly.

"So this is it." He said to her, waving his hands around in the direction of a jumbled wooden house. A small sign read 'The Burrow'.

"The Weasley's." Elizabeth said under her breath, more as a confirmation.

"Come on." And Harry took her hand, and pulled her to the doorstep. He opened the unlocked door, and walked through to the living room. Elizabeth tightened her grip on Harry's hand, as she felt suddenly nervous.

"Don't worry," Harry whispered in her ear, sensing her fear. The crowded room didn't seem to notice their presence, "Hi everyone." Harry said loudly to grab the distracted family's attention. Elizabeth saw a blur of redheads turn to see the source of the noise.

A plump mothering figure stepped forward, "Ah yes, we've been expecting you! I don't think Harry told us your name?"

"I'm Elizabeth-" She turned quickly and glanced at an encouraging expression from Harry, "Just Elizabeth." She finished abruptly. She couldn't mistake the exasperated sigh that escaped Harry's mouth, intended for her. How could he expect her to reveal her identity like that? She could barely admit it to herself at times.

Mrs. Weasley, or Molly as she preferred to be called, requested her luggage, to take upstairs, "I don't have any, sorry."

Her confused look changed purposefully in an instant, "Oh don't be sorry dear! You'll be staying in Ginny's room, with her and Hermione. She's another friend of Harry's. I'm sure you already know about that though." Elizabeth nodded. Harry often spoke proudly of his friends. "Ginny, would you like to show Elizabeth where she's staying?" She saw a surly looking redhead in the corner. She would have been beautiful, if not for the unfriendly was she was displaying herself. It was unusual. She was sharing the glares, between Harry and Elizabeth herself.

"Let's go." The girl grumbled, in my direction. The older generations of Weasleys looked as confused as Harry and Elizabeth. Ignoring this, Elizabeth gave Harry a brief smile and, letting go of his hand, she followed the redheaded teen up the stairs.

Minutes later they reached a crooked wooden door, "Here it is," Ginny murmured. She opened the door to reveal a small, but otherwise unpretentious room. When Elizabeth caught sight of a poster of The Weird Sisters on the wall, she let slip a small gasp. She saw three witches, presumably, dancing, moving being more to the point.

"How-?" Elizabeth whispered, "Magic. Of course." Answering her own question. Tough she had seen it briefly before, it was still a shock to the system to see again. Her puzzled face had caught the attention of Ginny.

"Are you- are you a muggle?" She asked cautiously, "Dad'll love you." She finished quietly.

"What? No, no. I'm just unfamiliar with this…stuff." She rushed. Elizabeth was almost insulted to be accused of being a muggle. Past events had changed her views on muggles.

"But it's everywhere! How can you not notice this sort of this?" Ginny asked perplexed, "Even if you were muggle-born, you're old enough to know." Though she was no longer temperamental, her new-found boldness simply annoyed Elizabeth.

"I may have not noticed?" Elizabeth said this subtly to ward Ginny off the matter. But the inquisitive girl did not take the bait.

"Bu-but how? It's impossible. If you don't notice this, then what else don't you notice? I mean-"

"Ginny," She said, interrupting the spluttering child, "I though I may have no right to say it, I advise you not to question a stranger's knowledge, or lack of in this case." Elizabeth said unemotionally, "I'm sure you have your secrets, as well as I have mine."

The outburst from Elizabeth seemed to cause an icy atmosphere. She was extremely relieved, as was Ginny she guessed, when Harry burst into the room. He had probably been aware of the fact that the girls had retreated upstairs, and they hadn't returned in seconds as he had presumed.

"Hey Harry," said, a now chirpier, Ginny. Elizabeth gave Harry a weak smile. "Hello," He mumbled back.

"Elizabeth, Hermione's just arrived, and Ron's downstairs. They'd like to see you, coming?" Nodding, Elizabeth followed her latest friend downstairs.