(A/N: Merry Christmas! For your present I give you this lovely chapter. Also, I don't own anything but this laptop and a new i-pod. WARNING: major drama and obscene amounts of food in this chapter; if either of these things disgust you, don't leave a review. Otherwise,…..PLEASE REVIEW, IT'S ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS!)

Chapter 6: Unnamed

I am pacing. Why? I'm going to Hogwarts today. So yeah, I'm freaking out here. I can't stop pacing or the jitters I'm experiencing. I still have a couple of hours till I have to get to the stations so I'm just pacing and try not to pace at the same time. I imagine it looks pretty funny, me walking quickly towards one side of the room only to stop suddenly and then start walking again. Well, I gathered it looked funny 'cause when Tom came in with my morning hot cocoa (I told him that I don't like tea the first morning so he brings me cocoa instead) he just stared with a caring and slightly amused expression.

I just can't help it, and as my time to leave came closer the 'what ifs' decided to show up in my mind. What if I'm late? What if I forget something? What if there aren't any seats left for me? What if I suck at magic? What if I don't like the food there? What if I run into my real family? What if they don't believe I'm Ron's twin? What if they hate me? What if my mom doesn't even remember me? What if they really hate me?... On and on it went.

Until I looked at the clock. My cab is gonna be here in five minutes!

"Crap crap crap crap crap CRAP!" was my mantra as I got dressed and shoved my pj's in the trunk I had bought and then dragged it down the stairs nearly mowing down some old witches on their way to their room. I was just getting out of the door when the cab rolled up. I rushed in, handed the irritable looking man the money, and then we were off.

In no time, we were there. I rushed off towards the platforms with twenty minutes till the train was to leave. Once I got between platforms nine and ten, I casually kept walking until I went through the barrier and let me tell you, it was weird walking through an apparently solid wall.

For a minute, I just stood there taking in what was going on. There were teens of all shapes and sizes in robes and normal clothes pushing trunks with owls or cats in cages above them looking for seats or stopping to chat with others that looked like their families and friends. I started walking again, observing the huge red steam-engine. I figured that I would start in the front of the train and work my way back looking for a seat.

As the train was about to leave, there weren't many seats left. I was keeping my eyes peeled for Harry and Hermione but I hadn't seen them anywhere. However, I did run into several people and when I'd say excuse me, they'd ask me about where I was from and after that something to the tone of where are my cowboy boots. Needless to say, I was getting pretty frustrated when I got to the end of the train. Then, to my immeasurable relief, I spotted Harry in the last compartment.

"Hey Harry, can I please sit with you?" I gasped out, my trunk was HEAVY.

"Sure." He replied kindly, but distractedly too. He was listening to a family outside the train. A family with red hair. Very familiar red hair.

There were twin boys teasing the youngest brother who looked like the boy version of me but with more freckles. There was an even younger girl crying because she was too young to come to Hogwarts. Keeping the twins in line at the same time as she was comforting the daughter, was a kind-faced woman. I paled while a strong suspicion of who they were creeped into my brain. Harry backed into his seat as the family talked about meeting him on the platform. He looked curious about my paleness and my resemblance towards the family but he didn't say anything as they might have heard him. The children minus their sister walked away and got on the train after hugs from their mom.

"Er…you wouldn't happen to be related to them, would you?" Harry asked awkwardly.

"Maybe, I really don't know my real family." I blurted out, as I often do when nervous.

Before Harry could do more that look sympathetic and sad, the youngest brother and my almost-copy walked in.

"Can I sit here? Everywhere else is full." He asked.

"Sure." Was once again Harry's response; I just sat there gaping like a fish.

"I'm Ron Weasley." He said.

"I'm Harry, Harry Potter."

"I'm Kayla. Kayla Weasley."

Now he was the one gaping like a fish, except I couldn't figure out at who. At this point the twins walked in. They didn't pay me much attention as of yet.

"Hey Ron." One of them said.

"We're going to be up at the middle of the train, Lee Jordan is going to show us his pet tarantula." The other said grinning.

"Right." Said Ron.

The twins turned their attention to Harry. "Didn't introduce ourselves did we? Fred and George Weasley."

They shook Harry's hand and as they turned, they spotted me and then did a double take. ( Ron was standing right next to me.)

"And you are?" Fred asked in an odd voice.

"Kayla…..Kayla Weasley." I replied quietly.

I sighed and then repeated what McGonagall had said the morning my life turned upside down in a semi-steady voice. The three Weasley boys and Harry looked dumbstruck (Harry at least had the courtesy to look a little understanding).

"Bl-Blimey." Stuttered Ron, the first to break the silence.

The twins looked like they didn't know what to do so they left. Ron and Harry were still staring at me and since I couldn't stand the staring for one second longer, I had to say something.

"Look, this is almost as new to me as it is to ya'll. I get that I don't have the most normal life, but COULD YOU PLEASE STOP STARING? It's creeping me out!" And there is my temper that was hidden with my shock at meeting my family.

And the train ride kept on.

(A/N: HA! Another cliffie! MUAHAHAHA!)