Chapter 2
Leila woke up the morning the Weasleys were coming to pick them up to the sounds of Harry checking every nook and cranny of their room for his belongings. Leila's trunk and book bag stood packed in the corner with one of Harry's dirty socks strewn on her things. She rolled over on her mattress attempting to go back to sleep, but Harry was making too much noise to keep her from going back to sleep. After a loud groan, Leila sat up in bed and watched her brother on all fours looking under the bunk bed for his belongings. Her brother was such a slob. Granted, she wasn't the neatest person in the world, but her messes were nothing compared to those of her brother.
"You're up early," Leila yawned.
"Just want to make sure I pack everything," Harry grunted from under the bed.
"That's why you should have packed yesterday, like me," Leila retorted.
"Yeah, well, I'm not you," Harry responded.
"Clearly," Leila said rolling her eyes.
With a grin on his face, Harry tossed one of his dirty socks up at Leila which caused her to scream. Her hands instantly flew over her mouth trying to stifle any further screams. For a moment, she and Harry sat there silently making sure that they hadn't woken up any of the Dursleys; but when the shouts of boy or girl didn't come, they knew they were in the clear. With only the tips of her fingers, Leila reached for the sock and held it an arm's length away from her before she dropped it back down on Harry.
"You're disgusting and while you're at it, get that smelly old sock off my trunk," Leila commanded.
Leila jumped from the top bunk and landed onto the floor covered in Harry's dirty clothes. He must have shoved his dirty clothes far underneath the bed, where even she didn't realize they were there. Thankfully, she had slept in her socks so she tip-toed over the articles of clothing strewn on the floor and headed for the bathroom. After she had prepared herself for the day, dressing in a black t-shirt and jeans, she headed downstairs for breakfast. Surprisingly, Harry was already downstairs with the Dursleys; but they all sat there silently and awkwardly. Uncle Vernon was dressed in his best suit which clearly was his way to try and intimidate the Weasleys: money. Only, he didn't know that money didn't mean a great deal to the Weasleys, especially not the Muggle variety. Aunt Petunia had a blank expression on her face, but Dudley's expression was one of worry. Dudley hadn't exactly had the best track record with wizards; Hagrid had given him a pig's tail upon their first meeting. Harry sat there with a smile on his face; he was clearly excited about finally leaving this afternoon.
Breakfast was an awkward and silent affair, but when it was finally over, Harry and Leila retreated back to their bedroom. Once back inside, they found an owl sitting on their windowsill. Leila immediately knew who the owl belonged to, but Harry stared at it quizzically. Harry walked over to the owl and untied the note from around the owl's leg. He examined the letter, noticing that it was for Leila; but his instincts as big brother kicked in and he opened Leila's note. Leila practically flew at him trying to get her note back. While Harry wasn't very tall, he still had several inches on Leila which made it hard for her to reach her note.
"Give it here, it's mine," Leila growled.
"So you know who it's from then?" Harry asked.
"Of course," Leila said rolling her eyes.
"Who?" Harry questioned.
"Cedric, now give it here," Leila insisted.
"Diggory? I need to read it first then," Harry said.
"Harry!" Leila shouted.
But Harry didn't listen to his sister. He tore open the letter and began to read the letter aloud with his own commentary:
Dear Leila, (Who does this bloke think he is?)
I just heard the great news that you're going to the World Cup! I'll be there as well! (Oh goody) We'll actually be traveling there together. (Not if I have anything to say about it.) I live just a short distance from the Weasleys. I'm looking forward to seeing you. (I'm not) From the sound of your summer, I think you could use this break before school starts again. (What exactly have you been telling him?) I hope Ireland can get the win, even if Krum is the best Seeker in the world. (I suppose he at least has some intelligence) Well, I just wanted to tell you that I'll be seeing you soon. Tell your brother I say 'hello' (Please don't)
Cedric
Leila stood in front of the door with her arms folded across her chest, glaring at her brother. She held out her hand for Harry to place the note he had just read into her hand. Harry shook his head, refusing to hand Leila's letter over to her as he backed up a few steps from his sister.
"I don't like him," Harry said gruffly.
"You don't actually know him," Leila retorted. "Besides, you know that he and I have been friends since first year. Why didn't you stop us then?"
"Because right now I don't like you fancying him," Harry added.
"You don't know what you're talking about," Leila said her face blushing.
"I know you fancy him, Hermione said so," Harry furthered.
"Granger doesn't know a damn thing about it or me," Leila hissed.
"He's too old for you," Harry responded.
"He's just as old as Fred and George," Leila shot back.
"So you admit it then?' Harry questioned.
"I didn't say that," Leila hissed.
"But you didn't deny it," Harry said.
"Just give me my bloody letter," Leila said.
"You're too young," Harry insisted.
"I'm not talking about this with you," Leila hissed.
Leila walked over to Harry and quickly snatched the letter from his hands which caused the note to rip in half. She growled at her brother before she jumped up onto her bed to avoid him. Plopping herself down onto her pillow, Harry walked over to the bunk bed and looked at his sister oddly. Leila tossed her pillow at her brother's face before rolling on her side to face the wall. The pillow caught Harry by surprise and smacked him in the face before he caught it with his hands. Knowing that Leila was going to be stubborn, he gently set her pillow back on her bed before he moved to finish packing his trunk. When Aunt Petunia eventually called the twins down for lunch, Leila still wasn't talking to Harry which made lunch an even quieter affair than breakfast. The group sat there quietly eating their cottage cheese and grated celery, until Uncle Vernon broke the silence.
"They'll be driving, right?" Uncle Vernon hissed.
"Erm…" Harry began.
Harry looked to his sister for help, but Leila simply raised an eyebrow. No one had really mentioned how they were coming, only that they were. The Weasleys no longer had a car because their Ford Anglia was currently residing in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. The car had been there since second year when Harry and Ron got the smart idea to fly the car to Hogwarts once they missed the train and of course she got dragged along with them. Well, the car crash landed into the Whomping Willow and then drove off into the forest. But that probably wouldn't be the best story to explain to the Dursleys. Instead, Leila hoped that the Ministry let Mr. Weasley borrow one of the cars like last year.
"I asked you a question, boy," Uncle Vernon said gruffly.
"I think so," Harry said.
Leila scoffed slightly into her cottage cheese, but took a bite before Uncle Vernon could question her. When she had finished eating her lunch, she excused herself back to her bedroom without even waiting for Harry because she was still upset with him about Cedric. Harry didn't know a thing about Cedric. Well, he did, but there was no way Harry could comprehend her friendship with Cedric. But to accuse her and tell her what she could and couldn't do wasn't his job. Harry was her brother, not her father. So she may slightly fancy Cedric, but it wasn't any of Harry's business! Leila marched up the stairs and slammed the bedroom door shut behind her. As she heard Harry's footsteps running up the stairs, Leila climbed into her bed once again. The bad thing about being at the Dursleys was that there was nowhere to hide from her brother, so she isolated herself to her bed. Harry walked in and looked at his sister.
"You can't seriously still be upset," Harry groaned.
"So now you get to tell me when I can and can't be upset?" Leila hissed.
"Leila," Harry sighed.
With her back to her brother, Leila turned her attention to the book she had buried on the side of her bed. Harry walked over to his sister, knowing that what he was about to do would either make his sister more upset, but more than likely, it would get her out of her foul mood. He reached his fingers for his sister's side and tickled her. Leila flopped back on her pillow and screamed in surprised. Harry continued to tickle his little sister as she flailed and laughed over her bed.
"Harry. Stop. I'm going to fall. Off. My bed." Leila gasped between laughs.
Harry stopped tickling his little sister and grinned at her. She attempted to hide a grin from her face.
"You done being cranky?' Harry asked.
"Or what?" Leila retorted.
"You know what'll happen," Harry grinned.
"I'm done, I'm done," Leila giggled.
"Good, can't have you acting like a Dursley when Mr. Weasley gets here," Harry responded.
"I wasn't acting like them," Leila pouted.
The Potter twins spent the rest of the afternoon in their bedroom for the last time during the summer holidays. Harry re-read the letter from Ron several times and at quarter to five, he dragged Leila downstairs to wait with the already anxious Dursleys. The twins found Uncle Vernon pretending to read the paper, Aunt Petunia fidgeting with the cushions and pillows, and Dudley sat in the corner armchair with his hands covering his bottom. Leila chuckled at her cousin's expense and sat down on the sofa. Harry sat down beside her, but he only lasted in the room a few minutes because the tensions were high. Leila watched as her brother went and sat on the stairs, but Leila stayed on the couch and softly hummed a song she had learned last year in the Hogwarts choir "Something Wicked This Way Comes." At five o'clock, the grandfather clock in the living room began to chime. When the clock had finished its song, Uncle Vernon stood up and walked to the front door. He opened the door to check for any sight of the Weasleys, but was only furthered disgruntled when he shut the door.
"They're late," Uncle Vernon growled.
"I know," Harry answered.
"Maybe the traffic's bad or something," Leila added.
"No consideration," Uncle Vernon muttered.
Uncle Vernon then waddled back into the living room and sat down in his chair. He and Aunt Petunia talked quietly until they were interrupted by banging noises from behind the electric fireplace. The Dursleys scattered into the kitchen and Leila instinctively backed-up farther onto the couch using a pillow as a barrier to somewhat hide herself. Harry ran into the living room from the stairs trying to figure out what was happening. Suddenly voices accompanied the banging from behind the blocked fireplace.
"Ouch! Fred, no—go back, go back! Tell George not to—OUCH! George there's no room. Go back and tell Ron…" a familiar voice began.
Leila's body relaxed once she realized that the noises were coming from the Weasleys. She set the pillow back down on the couch and awkwardly patted it like she hadn't picked it up in the first place. Suddenly, the sound of pounding fists against the boards behind the electric fireplace filled the room.
"Harry? Leila? Can you hear us?" Mr. Weasley called.
The Dursleys appeared back in the living room and they looked absolutely livid.
"What's going on?" Uncle Vernon growled.
Harry and Leila looked to each other, silently trying to figure out who should explain the situation to the Dursleys.
"They tried to travel here by Floo Powder," Harry began.
"It's a form of travel between fireplaces," Leila explained.
"Only you've blocked the fireplace," Harry finished.
Leila walked over to the fireplace with its mantle which had been covered in pictures of Dudley, many of which were not shattered on the floor.
"Mr. Weasley? Can you hear me?" Leila called.
The pounding stopped and voices were shushing each other behind the boarded up fireplace. Harry walked over and stood beside Leila.
"Mr. Weasley, it's Harry…" Harry began.
"And Leila!" Leila added.
"The fireplace has been blocked up. You won't be able to get through there," Harry explained.
"Damn! Why in Merlin's name did they want to block up the fireplace for?" Mr. Weasley asked from behind the boards.
"They've got an electric one instead," Leila said.
"Really? Eclectic? With a plug? Merlin's beard, I must see that! But first to get out of here…" Mr. Weasley said.
There was a slight crash from inside the blocked-up fireplace and groaning from the twins.
"Ron," one of the twins groaned.
"What are we doing here? Has something gone wrong?" Ron asked.
"Of course not, Ron," Fred said sarcastically. "This is exactly the kind of place where we wanted to end up."
"Yeah, we've been having quite the party here," George too responded sarcastically.
"I was only asking," Ron groaned.
"You hear that, George, Ronniekins was only asking," Fred said.
"Boy, boys," Mr. Weasley chided gently. "Now, what to do…yes, I suppose it's the only way. Harry, Leila, stand back."
Harry and Leila both quickly retreated behind the sofa when Uncle Vernon moved closer from the hall and into the living room. He bellowed something, but before he could finish, there was a loud explosion. The electric fireplace, boards, and pictures of Dudley flew across the room. After the dust settled, Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, and Ron were visible standing in a pile of the rubble from the explosion. All four of them grinned at Harry and Leila, but Aunt Petunia screamed at the top of her lungs causing her to trip over the coffee table. Uncle Vernon didn't have to waddle far to catch his wife before she landed in a pile of rubble on the floor.
"There we go," Mr. Weasley said as he slapped his hands together to get the dust off them. "Ah, well, you must be Harry and Leila's aunt and uncle."
Mr. Weasley stepped toward Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia with his hand outstretched, but Uncle Vernon sneered and backed away. With his arms wrapped around Aunt Petunia, he dragged her back with him. His best suit was covered in dust and his living room was trashed. Aunt Petunia reached down and grabbed a photograph of Dudley. She started to fret over the picture and Uncle Vernon narrowed his eyes at Mr. Weasley.
"Erm—yes, sorry about that," Mr. Weasley said as he lowered his hand. "I'll have it fixed in a jiffy once we send the boys and Leila back through it."
Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia simply blinked at Mr. Weasley, too awestruck to say anything. Aunt Petunia moved to stand behind Uncle Vernon and cowered. Leila shrugged her shoulders and walked over to Fred and hugged him despite him being covered in dust. He grinned as she then walked over to George and hugged him. Leila moved to hug Ron, but he awkwardly shifted, said "hey," and walked over to stand by Harry.
"That was odd," Leila muttered.
"Ron's been acting sort of odd lately," George said.
"Especially when your name is brought up," Fred finished.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," Leila retorted.
"Harry, Leila, have you two got your trunks ready?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"Upstairs," Harry answered for the both of them.
"We'll get them," Fred responded with a wink.
"I'll go with you," Leila said quickly.
Fred and George quickly left the room, knowing exactly where to go because they had flown the old Ford Anglia to help Harry and Leila escape the Dursleys the summer before second year. Leila quickly followed after the Weasley twins not wanting to be left in an awkward situation with Harry, Ron, Mr. Weasley, and the Dursleys. When she was up the stairs, she heard the Weasley twins rummaging through Dudley's room. She stood in the doorway staring at the twins with her arms folded across her chest.
"Are you sure you know where our room is?" Leila asked.
"Of course," George answered.
"We just got…side-tracked," Fred continued.
"What are you two planning?" Leila questioned.
"Georgie, I think we ought to be offended," Fred said, feigning hurt.
"Us, planning something? Leila, I thought you knew us better than that," George responded.
"Such accusations," Fred grinned.
"So you're not going to tell me?" Leila furthered.
"Didn't say that," Fred said.
"Then what are you going to do?" Leila asked.
"You'll see," George smiled.
Leila rolled her eyes and shook her head at the twins as they continued to examine Dudley's room. Fred picked up one of the controllers to one of Dudley's video game consoles while George moved to Dudley's computer. Leila walked further inside Dudley's room and picked up one of the books Dudley just tossed aside. One thing was certain about the mess that was Dudley's room, he was a spoiled child.
"How've the Muggles been treating you, Leila?" Fred asked.
"Same as usual, I suppose," Leila said shrugging her shoulders.
"So what's this diet thing we've been hearing about?" Fred asked.
"As you can see for yourself, Dudley's has what the Muggle doctors like to call 'a bit of a weight problem,'" Leila began.
"He could give Hagrid a run for his money," George joked.
"Well anyway, he's had to cut back on what he eats, so we've all been forced to…only, I don't think anyone's been strictly following it," Leila continued. "I saw Uncle Vernon pull a chocolate bar out of his briefcase the other day, Harry and I have been getting food from all over, and I may have been sneaking Dudley anything Malfoy's sent me."
"How'd Malfoy find out?" Fred asked.
"Daphne, I presume," Leila answered.
"You and your snakes," George teased.
"If I could get rid of Malfoy, I gladly would," Leila responded.
"We could take care of him for you," Fred stated.
"I'll keep that in mind," Leila grinned.
"Sh! You hear that?" George interrupted
The conversation stopped and they stood there silently listening for whatever George had heard. The sound of footsteps pounding up the stairs caused Leila, Fred, and George to quickly emerge from Dudley's room and run across the hall to the room Harry and Leila normally occupied. Leila scrambled up onto her bed, Fred sat on the desk chair, and George leaned against the wardrobe. In the doorway, Ron appeared with a slightly confused look on his face.
"What's taking so bloody long?" Ron asked.
"Is that any way to talk in front of the lady, Ronald?" Fred teased.
Ron looked up at Leila and a heated blush crept onto his cheeks as he spluttered to find words to say. Leila looked to Fred and rolled her eyes.
"It's not like I haven't heard him say bloody before," Leila groaned.
"Isn't there something you need to tell, Leila?" George grinned.
"Better do it before we do," Fred furthered.
"You promised you wouldn't say anything!" Ron hissed.
"What's going on here?" Leila asked.
"Well, since Ron won't do it…" Fred began.
"We'll do it for him," George finished.
"Don't you dare," Ron said coldly.
"What Ron's been meaning to tell you…" George began.
"GEORGE!" Ron roared.
"Is that he's sorry…" Fred continued.
"For using such foul language," George finished.
"You two are bloody gits, you know that?" Ron snapped.
"I think that deserves another one, what about you Georgie?" Fred asked.
"I think you're right, Freddie," George responded.
"Sorry, Leila," Ron muttered.
"Honestly, its fine," Leila mumbled.
"Why are you even up here, Ron?" George asked.
"Dad wanted me to see what was holding you lot up," Ron explained.
"Harry's still down there, right?" Leila asked hesitantly.
"Yeah, why?' Ron asked.
"Because we should probably get down there before Harry comes up to get us, leaving your Dad down there alone with the Dursleys. That wouldn't end well for anyone involved," Leila said.
"All right, well you two head on down and George and I will get these," Fred said pointing to the trunks.
"I can take a trunk," Ron complained.
"This ought to be good," George chuckled.
"Which one's yours?" Ron asked Leila.
Leila pointed over to her trunk in the corner with Harry's dirty sock still draped over it. Ron walked over to the trunk and picked up the dirty sock and tossed it under the bunk bed before he rubbed his hands together in anticipation for hard work. He then yanked at the handle but it didn't budge. Fred and George laughed at their brother before he shot them a look of disgust. Leila offered to help Ron with the trunk, but he only waved her off. Ron attempted to move her trunk again and this time he was successful. It was obvious that Ron was struggling with the trunk, but he dragged it out of the room. Fred and George both carried Harry's trunk down and Leila slung her book bag over her shoulder and carried Hedwig's empty cage. The twins were stopped in the hall as they waited for Ron to maneuver the trunk down the stairs.
"Impressive Ron," George teased.
"Shut it," Ron growled.
"Don't you think Ron's quite impressive, Leila?" Fred asked her.
"I'm not answering that," Leila said rolling her eyes.
Fred winked at her as he and George started down the stairs. Leila stood at the top of the stairs watching Ron struggle down the stairs in front of the twins.
"Hurry up, Ron," George called.
"I'm trying. What do you have in here, Leila? Bricks?" Ron groaned.
"Clothes, books," Leila said.
"Then what's a book bag for?" Ron muttered.
"Other things," Leila shrugged.
"Doesn't that defeat the purpose then of a book bag?' Ron asked.
"Oh forget it," Leila groaned.
Leila pushed past Fred and George down the stairs. Several steps from the bottom, she reached for the handle on the other side of her trunk with her free hand and picked up her end of the trunk. Ron nodded his head in appreciation as they finished going down the stairs and walked through the hall and into the living room where Mr. Weasley was attempting to draw a cowering Dudley into a conversation. A snicker escaped Leila's lips, but she quickly bit her bottom lip down to prevent more from slipping out. The situation looked awkward to say the least, but Harry could help but look happy despite the situation because they were leaving Number Four Privet Drive and they wouldn't be back until next summer at the soonest. When the Weasley twins entered the room, they stood near Dudley with grins on their faces.
"All right, better get cracking then," Mr. Weasley said.
Mr. Weasley pulled his wand out and pointed it at the hole in the wall where the fireplace had once been. With a simple spell, flames flickered in the fireplace as Mr. Weasley took a small pouch out of his pocket. He took a pinch of powder, which Leila assumed was Floo Powder, and firmly threw it into the flames, which then flickered into an emerald green. After a nod of his head, the eldest Weasley turned around to face the teenagers.
"Fred, you first," Mr. Weasley commanded.
"Coming," Fred said taking a step forward. "Oh no—hang on—"
Something tumbled out of Fred's pocket, they were sweets which looked like toffees. Fred quickly scrambled to pick up his pocket's contents, but Leila didn't miss the slight grin on George's face. When Fred finally stood up and headed over to the fireplace. He grabbed Hedwig's cage from Leila with one hand and with his other hand, he gave a cheerful wave to the Weasleys before saying "The Burrow" and he was gone. Aunt Petunia clung to Uncle Vernon, trembling a little but Mr. Weasley was trying to keep them moving along and he called George over to the fireplace. Harry helped George move his trunk into the fireplace with him before stepping back. With a quick wink at Leila, George said the words "The Burrow" and with a whoosh, he too was gone.
"Ron, you next," Mr. Weasley said.
"Are you sure you can get it?" Leila asked referring to her trunk.
"Of course," Ron grunted.
Ron grabbed hold of the handle of Leila's trunk which Harry also helped him drag over to the fireplace. Ron smiled at the Dursleys who looked almost insulted by the gesture, before he looked to Leila and Harry and grinned. He then shouted "The Burrow" and Ron too disappeared from Number Four Privet Drive. With a smile Mr. Weasley looked to Leila.
"Ladies first, Leila," Mr. Weasley said sweetly.
Leila nodded her head and turned to her Muggle family.
"I suppose this goodbye for now, then. So goodbye," Leila said.
The Dursleys just stood there, which caused Leila to roll her eyes. She turned around on her heel to head for the fireplace, but Mr. Weasley stopped her by placing his hand on her shoulder.
"Leila just said goodbye to you," Mr. Weasley restated for the Dursleys.
"Don't worry, I can tell that they'll miss me. Especially, Dudley," Leila smirked.
"That was you?" Dudley gasped.
"Who else would it be?" Leila chuckled.
"What's she talking about Dudders?" Aunt Petunia asked.
"Think about it Dudley, you owe me," Leila said.
"Dudders?" Aunt Petunia asked again.
"It's nothing, nothing at all," Dudley muttered.
"Good choice. I'm just going to be going then," Leila responded.
"No, wait. You're not even going to say goodbye to your niece?" Mr. Weasley furthered.
Uncle Vernon looked to Mr. Weasley who still had his wand in his hand and narrowed his eyes.
"I will not be intimidated in my own house," Uncle Vernon blubbered.
"Vernon," Aunt Petunia said lightly before shifting uncomfortably.
"But…" Uncle Vernon began.
"Goodbye, Leila." Aunt Petunia interrupted.
"That's more than I was expecting, so, I'll be seeing you then," Leila responded.
Aunt Petunia nodded stiffly at Leila before her niece stepped into the fireplace.
"Hope it goes better for you," Leila whispered to Harry.
"Doubt it, they like you better," Harry whispered back.
"Only ever so slightly and that's because I don't intentionally piss them off," Leila said.
"I don't do it on purpose," Harry hissed.
"You can't fool me, Harry Potter," Leila chuckled.
"Fine, it's on purpose some of the time," Harry conceded.
"I'll accept that answer," Leila grinned.
With that, Leila shouted the words "The Burrow" and she disappeared from Number Four Privet Drive. On the other side she came out at the Weasleys home: The Burrow. She landed with a thud on her bottom in the fireplace and Fred instantly offered her a hand to help her out. Fred was grinning from ear to ear which confused Leila, but she dusted the soot from her clothes.
"Did he eat it?" Fred asked.
"Did who eat what?" Leila asked.
"Never mind then," Fred sighed.
"You gave Dudley something, didn't you?" Leila questioned.
"We didn't think it was fair that you could be the only one to feed him," George grinned.
"What was it? A Cockroach Cluster? Licorice Snap?" Leila asked.
"Nope, it was our own invention," Fred chuckled.
"I've only been giving him Pumpkin Pasties and Chocolate Frogs once the charm has worn off," Leila groaned.
"Well this one we like to call a Ton-Tongue Toffee," George smiled proudly.
"What does it do exactly?" Leila asked hesitantly.
"Let's see if Harry can tell us," Fred said.
"It's taking him an awfully long time to get here," Leila commented.
"So then one can only hope what is holding him up," Fred said rubbing his hands together.
"Now I'm not so sure I want to know," Leila said.
Suddenly, Leila was practically tackled off her feet by a whir of ginger hair. Leila chuckled knowing that the person who tackled her was one of her dear friends: Ginny Weasley. She hugged her friend back and when they released, she noticed two older ginger boys sitting at the table. Without even being formally introduced, Leila knew that the two boys were Bill and Charlie, the eldest of the Weasley siblings.
Leila walked over to the boys to introduce herself but one of the boys grabbed her hand first and grinned.
"You must be…" Leila began.
"Charlie, sorry. I should've said something first," Charlie laughed.
Leila then turned to the other older Weasley brother.
"That must make you, Bill," Leila smiled holding her hand out to him.
"Ron did mention that you were smart," Bill chuckled.
"What else did he say about me?" Leila asked hesitantly.
"All good things don't worry," Bill grinned.
She inhaled deeply. Even though Harry wasn't here yet, this was home. The Weasleys always welcomed her and her brother into their home and she wouldn't have it any other way; even if Fred and George gave her a lot of grief over being in Slytherin. These people were more her family than her own blood-related Muggles. She didn't voice her appreciation out-loud very often and especially not at Hogwarts, because most people in her House didn't like the Weasleys. They looked down on them as blood-traitors, but not Leila. Even though she was silent about it, she looked to these people as her family.