Chapter One, Weasley Living:

I woke up with the sun peeking in through the widow's dusty shutters. That and the chaos that always surrounds the first day of school. I sat up, stretched my arms, and yawned. Ginny was already dressed and frantically making sure that everything was packed into her trunk and ready to go.

"Morning Gin," I said as I climbed out of bed. "You ready for your fifth year?" She finished closing her trunk and faced me, pushing her dark red hair out of her face.

Her face was grim. "I guess," she replied. "I am kind of scared, you know, with all of Voldemort's return, but-" Her typical smile returned to her face. "I am excited to see all of my friends in Dumbledore's Army."

I devilishly grinned. "You mean you can't wait until you see Harry right? You're in lov-" She cut off my sentence by throwing one of her pillows at me. I grabbed my pillow and it turned into a pillow fight full of laughter.

"Oi!" Mrs. Weasley yelled walking into our room. "Quit lollygagging and get ready. You both know we can't be late to the train station!"

Ginny and I both stifled our laughter and smiles, setting the pillows back on the beds. Mrs. Weasley returned our smiles and started back down stairs. "Hurry up; the car is leaving in a few minutes!" I pulled on a cute light blue top and a pair of jeans, barely bothering to brush my short dark brown and red hair. I helped Ginny with her things and we hurried down the stairs.

Down stairs, Ron, Fred, and George were bustling about, shoving food into their mouths. Mrs. and Mr. Weasley were shuffling about as well, making sure everyone had their clean robes, their trunks filled with the necessary school supplies, and any other necessities. A few minutes later we were all crammed into the Angela Ford and on our way to Kings Cross Station.

At the station we made our way to the wall between Platforms nine and ten. Here, I have said goodbye to my all of my siblings every year since I was eleven, but I still had not gotten used to the sad and disappointed feeling that I got when it was time. I wasn't a witch and therefore stuck out horrendously with the Weasley Family. Don't get me wrong, I loved my family. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley kindly took me in at age ten when my parents were killed. However, no matter how hard I tried to fit in and no matter how much they accepted me, I still felt like I did not belong.

I hugged my brothers and Ginny, telling them good luck with their studies and to stay safe. We all tried to be optimistic saying that we would see them at Christmas, but we all knew that, due to Voldemort's return, the next time I could see them could be at their funeral. I tried not to dwell on that though, I did not need any more sad things clouding my mind. Once they had left, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and I walked back to the car.

"I have a surprise for you Usa," Mr. Weasley told me as he drove the flying car through the sky. "How would you like to work with me at the Ministry of Magic?" I gasped. That would be amazing, working as an investigator and such. I had always dreamed of doing that. However I was skeptical.

"Is that even allowed?" I asked. "Don't I have to be, um, well, magical, to work their?" Mrs. Weasley smiled.

"Don't worry dear. Arthur already talked to the Minister and he has no problem with you working there. You just have to be careful and not let too many people know the truth. You'll have carry around a fake wand and wear the mandatory robes, but other than that you can be your regular self." I smiled back. I would have to role play, but I was use to that. Every time I had gone to a Weasley Family reunion I had to pretend I was a witch. When I was little I had to pretend the opposite. I had to pretend that I wasn't special...

Mr. Weasley started to talk again. "The Minister was very impressed with your past story and your unique skill with muggle weapons. That and your brilliant mind. You'll make a great investigator!" I still highly doubted the logic behind my working at the Ministry, but I just continued to smile. I was glad that I could finally have the chance to do something fun, interesting, and useful. I was tired of being left behind on activities; sitting in my room and reading books wishing I could be participate. Without magic it's pretty hard to get rid of garden gnomes or play quidditch.

"So when do I start?" I asked. For all I knew I could be starting next year or longer.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley grinned again. "Why today of course," Mr. Weasley answered. "We are on our way to the Ministry now."