Thank you to weirdgiraffe and People-Are-Crazy for reviewing! Anyways, I decided that these chapters are going to be shorter than in There's No Way, but if you guys oppose, tell me in a review and I will make them longer!

Previously on Me and my Guitar:

I don't understand how they even got there, when I ran through that fire, I felt no pain at all. I had been told multiple times that it was because I was to scarred to feel the pain of the fire. But it still didn't make sense to me. A lot of things don't make sense to me.

I guess that's just how my life works.

Chapter Two:

"Ser, hurry up!" my brother wined, hitting his head on my door multiple times. Sometimes I seriously wondered why I decided to save him from that fire. "I want to go to Diagon Alley!"

"Jay! Shut up! I have to get ready!" I yelled back at him. Why did he have to be a brat? He isn't even going to Hogwarts for another two years! "And anyways, the Weasleys aren't even coming for another..." I turned to look at the clock, "half an hour!"

"I'm telling Aunt Vicki!" Jason cried as he ran back down the stairs. He hated it when I said 'Shut up' to him. I don't know why, so its better if you just don't ask.

Aunt Vicki is my mother's sister, muggle, doesn't hate magic, doesn't love it either. So we just decided that Jason and I would go to Diagon Alley with the Weasleys, and old family friend. I'd never actually met this family, but from what Aunt Vicki said, they were really close to my parents before they died.

"Of course you are," I mumbled, walking into my closet and changing into an all white t-shirt, a navy blue jumper and my long skinny jeans.

I decided to never let anyone see my scars, so I always wore longs pants. I hated people asking me questions about them. I couldn't stand to tell anyone else the story of my parents death and my near death experience. The only person that knew the full story was Aunt Vicki. Not even Jason himself knew what really happened that night.

Most people would think that at three years old, I shouldn't be able to remember that night either, but I do. It's one of my most vivid memories, in fact.

"A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen."

I guess I just remember it because it is the only thing I have left of my mother and father. Well besides my guitar, but I never play it anymore. I can't stand to think of my mother, and playing that guitar just brings back to many memories of before she died.

I heard steps running rapidly up the stairs as I left my closet and went back to my bathroom. I quickly ran a brush through my dirty blonde hair.

"Ser! Aunt Vicki said to not tell me to shut up!" Jay said in a mocking voice. I could almost see him sticking his tongue out at me.

"Go away Jay, I'm trying to get ready in peace," I replied as steadily as I could. To tell the truth, I was just as excited about going to Diagon Alley as Jason was, but there was no way I would be telling him that in this life time.

"Fine!" he said stomping off, probably back to his bedroom. I rolled my eyes at him and then left my bathroom to go down stairs to the kitchen.

"Happy Birthday, Serenity!" Aunt Vicki said, coming to give me a big hug as I sat down at the table. "I made you your favorites: pancakes and bacon!"

"Thanks Aunt Vicki," I said as she set a plate full of food down in front of me.

"So are you excited about going to Diagon Alley today?" she asked me, then she took a sip of her tea and looked up at me.

"Yeah, I guess. It would be better if Jason didn't have to go, though," I replied.

"Don't worry, I don't think he will bug you much. I heard the Weasley's have a son his age."

"Please tell me the Weasleys have a daughter my age as well!" I asked, but I could tell from the look on her face that they didn't have a daughter my age.

"I'm sorry, dear, their only daughter is a year younger than Jason. But, I do believe, if I read the letter correctly, that they have twin sons that are going to be first years just like yourself!"

"Twins?" I asked.

"That's what I read."

"Great."

"What's so bad about that?" Aunt Vicki asked. I decided to not reply, and instead took a bite of my delicious bacon.

I quickly finished eating my breakfast and went back up stairs to finish getting ready.

Five minutes later, I heard a crashing noise coming from the floor below.

"Sorry about that..." a male voice apologized.

"No problem, Mr. Weasley, I was going to replace my living room soon anyways," my aunt replied. I could tell she was trying her hardest not to scream at him, just by the tone of her voice.

"Good going, Dad" I heard a younger voice mock.

"Yeah, good job!" came another voice that sounded a lot like the last voice.

"I'll go get Serenity and Jason, hold on a minute," my aunt said. A few seconds later, she was at my door, knocking. "Ser, are you ready to go?" she asked me.

"Yeah, hold on I have to get my money real quick," I said, looking around for where I left my money. In this mess of a room, it could be anywhere.

"Did you check under your mattress?"

"Oh yeah!" I remembered. I always kept my money under my mattress, why didn't I think of that before? I went over to my bed, lifted the mattress, grabbed my stash of Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts, and stuffed them all into my small bag.

Then I opened the door and headed down stairs to meet the Weasley family.

As soon as I turned into the living room, I saw the oldest man gasp.

"You look so much like your mother," he said after I gave him a questioning look.

"So I've been told," I whispered under my breath. I plastered on a fake smile and said, "It's nice to meet you. I'm Serenity Whitley," I stuck out my hand for Mr. Weasley to shake.

"Arthur Weasley. And these are my sons, Fred and George. They are going into their first year at Hogwarts as well. Everyone else is already at Diagon Alley."

I looked over at the two boys and smiled. They looked exactly alike. I had no idea how I was supposed to tell the two of them apart.

"Nice to meet you Serenity!" the taller one said, "I'm Fred, the taller and better looking twin."

"Are not!" the other twin yelled, "just because you were born first doesn't make you the better looking twin!"

"BOYS!" Mr. Weasley yelled, "Calm down! Nobody cares which one of you is better looking! I promised your mother we would meet her at Florish and Blott's at nine o'clock! We need to get going!"

"Yes father," George said. Fred looked like he didn't even care.

"How are we going to get there?" I asked, looking confused. However they had arrived here in the first place was a very messy way, seeing as the couch had ashes all over it and the coffee table only had one leg still intact.

"Floo of course!" Fred said, running over to the fire place. "Here I'll show you. Come here."

I followed Fred over to the fire place, looking at him confusedly. "What's Floo?"

"It is this," he replied taking out a a handful of green powder from his jumper. "Here, step into the fireplace," he instructed. I did as I was told, and shortly after, Fred was in the fireplace as well. "Now, I am going to yell Diagon Alley, and then throw the Floo powder down and then we will end up in Diagon Alley! Ready?"

"As I'll ever be," I replied, looking at him uncertainly.

He grabbed my hand and then yelled, "Diagon Alley!" throwing down the Floo Powder. We were engulfed by green flames at that second. I started screaming at the sight of the flames. Ever since that night, I had been scarred to death by fire. As soon as my feet hit the solid ground, I released my hand from Fred's and ran as far away from the fireplace as possible.

"What's wrong?" Fred asked me, as he stepped out of the fireplace, as calm as ever.

"Hate fire," I replied shortly. Fred nodded knowingly and didn't push the subject.

A few seconds later we were accompanied by George and Jason, then Mr. Weasley. Jason seemed just fine with the concept of traveling by Floo, but I swore I would never do that again.

"Ready to go children?" Mr. Weasley asked, while wiping his shirt off with his hand.

"Yep!" Fred and George yelled at the same time, looking as if they wanted to jump on the walls.

This was going to be a long day.

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