I fixed some things so we shoudl be set. KK,
Chapter 2- Weasleys
SABRINA'S POV
As we landed in London, Hermione looked especially pleased.
"Well your family was…" She started as I grabbed my black suitcase.
"Annoying especially my little sister, Daphne?" I asked, pulled the handle up so I could roll it.
"Well, I was going to say… Different, but your word works too."
"So where exactly are we going? I mean, I hardly know you. But I do believe you are a wizard." I added quickly, not wanting her to pull the stick…
Wand
"Not to worry, McGonagall sent me. Now, come along." She said, sweetly, grabbing my bag and pulling it up the hall. I had to jog to keep up with her strides.
She seems ok, I thought. But so does Poison Ivy, looks okay than you touch it and you dread ever coming near the stupid plant. I shook my head and follow her outside, and well…
Gasp.
It was…
"Amazing," I said, quietly.
"Oh, well that's what I thought of New York. You've got a lot more traffic don't you?" She asked as she walked to a bright, aqua blue car.
It could fit 4, and that was a tight squeeze. She opened the truck and tossed my bag in. "Now get in," She instructed. I walked slowly to the car, looking at the pale, blue sky.
Sure New York was pretty but this was different. A whole different look.
I opened the car and sat down, surprised that there was a lot more room in the car. I saw people staring at me. One was about my age; she had long brown hair with a red tint, she had hazel eyes and was in a orange and red striped tee shirt, jeans and had curiosity in her eyes.
Another was a boy with black unkempt hair, green eyes and he was around 15. There were 3 others. A wispy blond, who had hair close to mine, 13, I guess. Another one who had fire-red unkempt hair as well, but he was lanky and had freckles, plus his eyes were hazel, 17, i guess.
Lastly there was a small boy, age 4, and was looking over Hermione's shoulder in the front seat. The man driving the car had red hair, was tall and looked pissed.
"Hermione, can we go?" He asked, in a British accent.
"No, there are Muggles around." She said, sternly, "But drive till you get to a good place to start flying."
"What?" I yelled, but the man drove off.
"Children, introduce yourselves. Show some manners." The man yelled, swerving from a car.
"Okay, I'm James Potter, nephew to the crazy man driving." The boy with the hazel eyes stuck his hand out, "sixth year at Hogwarts, Gryffindor."
The boy with the blackhair, pushed the other hand away and handed shook mine vigorously. "Albus Potter, brother to, sadly, James."
"Oh shut up." James said sourly.
"Lily Potter, sadly I have these two gits as brothers." The wispy blond said and hit both of her brothers in the arm.
"We are not gits!" The two boys said at once.
"Yes you both are!" Lily yelled.
"You three shut up!" The man bellowed. All three of the Potter kids glared at each other.
"Still say you're both gits." Lily said under her breath.
"What was that, Lily?" The man asked.
"Nothing Uncle Ron." She said quickly.
"That's what I thought."
Lily rolled her eyes.
"Anyway, ignore my weird cousins, I'm Rose Weasly, but I prefer to go but Red." The one with the brown, red tinted hair.
"And me Hugo!" The little boy yelled.
"Hey, I'm Sabrina Grimm." The kids gasped.
"You're American?" James asked.
"Duh James, you can hear her accent can't you?" Albus demanded.
"Ron," Hermione asked, her voice was strained with anger. "did you tell them that Sabrina was American?"
"Um, it must have slipped my… Er, mind." Ron said, taking a right into a barren field.
"RON!" Hermione yelled.
"Sorry!" He yelled back, pushing a button and than stepped on the gas. The car flew up.
"Can't people see us?" I demanded. The group laughed, "No, we're invisible. This is the Ministry's car." Albus explained.
"Thanks," I said, sarcastically.
"No problem!" James said, brightly, ignoring my sarcasm completely.
Time ***********************At the Weasely's************************ Passes
As we got out of the car, in the middle of nowhere. A house of a dull orange stood in the middle, it was tall and looked like a New York skyscraper. Windows were everywhere. The house must be at least 10 stories, but you could see a shed in the back and well- kept grass.
"Big house." I said, looking at it.
"Yeah, well we had to fit George and Angela, plus little Fred and Tonks." Hermione said, walking to the house.
"Plus Bill, Fleur, Teddy, and Felicia." Ron added.
"Than there's all of us." Lily finished.
"So, where's your parent?" I asked Lily. Lily, James and Albus turned and looked at me sadly.
"Sorry, wrong question." I said, quickly.
"No, it's…Fine." James lied.
"Sorry, I really am."
"So are we." Lily said quietly.
"Well," Red said quickly, "Sabrina, may I call you 'Brina?"
"Sure?" I said, people usually did, I've never had someone actually ask me.
"You'll be sharing a room with me and Lily."
"Cool," I said, still embarrassed by my question.
"Well you all get going. Sabrina," Hermione said, as we walked into the house. "About your school things…"
"Yeah, I was wondering about that too," I said.
"Well the school is providing some money, we'll open you an account at Gringott's," I gave her a questioned look, "It's the wizardry bank."
"Oh," I said, than hurried off after Lily and Red. Along the walls of the giant staircase that went up for… Forever, there were pictures.
Lots were pictures of Red and Hugo. Some where of some other kids, almost all younger, that I didn't know. My gaze stopped, on the 5 landing, of two very happy couples getting married.
One was Hermione and Ron. The other two were unknown to me. The man looked like Albus and the girl had fiery red hairy, like… James.
"They must be there parents." I thought and continued on, my suitcase thudding against the stairs.
There was another picture of the man, but much younger, on the 6th landing. He was with the younger Hermoine and Ron. They were maybe 18. They were smiling and laughing.
The boy, had round glasses and a lighting bolt shaped scar on his forehead, he was in the middle. On the frame I saw a inscription,
'Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, and Ronald (Ron) Weasley
"The strange boy must be the Potter kids father" I mumbled to myself.
"'Brina," Red called from the landing above.
"Coming!" I called, hurrying up the stairs, planning to come back to the picture.
I entered the room and gasped, it was well… A bright purple. Pictures of flowers were hung on the walls, and three beds with white and purple poka-dotted crofters sat inside.
A desk was in the corner and a black nightstand by each bed, the floor was a thick, black carpet. I took the bed in the far corner, near a circular window, Lily and Red were lying on there beds.
"So," Lily said, hanging her feet over the edge. "How's America?"
"Oh, you know," I said, setting my suitcase on the trunk at the foot of the bed.
"I don't, that's why I'm asking." Lily stated.
"Well," I said, thinking. "It's loud, noisy,some people do not have half the manners you probably have, and rush hour is a nightmare."
"Really? What state did you come from?" Red asked, sitting up on her bed.
"New York."
"I've always wanted to go there," Lily said, getting a dreamy look on her face.
"Really? Most people would love to come here."
"Yeah, well my scenery gets boring." Lily said, coolly.
"Ok than," I reached into my bag and smiled, my small black bag with all my hair supplies was slid in. I unzipped to see my toothbrush in there as well, maybe because I got home from a sleepover or Hermione, I, will never know.
I grabbed my fuzzy Cookie Monster PJ pants and shirt and asked, "Where's the bathroom."
"Floor below, the door with the gold doorknob." Red said, I nodded and walked down a flight of stairs.
I walked out of the bathroom and ran right into a boy.
"Oh sorry," I said, thinking it was James or Albus. But when I looked up it was neither. The boy had dark brown hair, gray eyes and was about 11.
"Oh, no it's my fault." He said. He was pretty cute.
"I believe we haven't met yet" I said, smiling a little. Angie would be proud.
"I believe we haven't." He said, returning the smile.
"I'm Sabrina Grimm," I said, holding out my hand.
"I'm Teddy Lupin," He said, sweetly shaking my hand.
"Nice to meet you." I said.
"So, you are, if I got your accent right, American?"
"Yep," I said, nodding.
"Cool,"
"Well, see ya around!" I said and walked back to the bedroom, pretty sure my face was scarlet. As I entered the room, Lily and Red gave me confused looks.
"Why are you in your pajamas?" Red asked, as I slipped my clothes into my bag.
"Yeah," Luna said, "It's only 8"
"'Cause I can." I said, rolling my eyes and reaching inside my bag and pulling out my I pod.
"Well, you look ridiculous." Red said, simply.
"Yes, and what is on them?" Lily demanded as I slipped one bud into my ear.
"You haven't heard of Cookie Monster!" I asked, shocked.
"Cookie what?" Red asked, confused.
"Cookie Monster, he's a puppet that's on a TV show. Than they changed his name into Veggie Monster 'cause he 'Gave kids the wrong lesson' and well teens are pissed so most have one thing Cookie Monster. But seriously you haven't heard of him?" I said, babbling.
"No, but… No, you'll just give me a headache." Lily said, grabbing a book labeled, Standard Book of Spells Level 3.
I shook my head and clicked 'Play' on my I pod and laid on the bed, tapping my foot to the beat of 'Cowboy Casanova' By Carrie Underwood.
"Dinner!" Ron's voice yelled.
I sighed, and got up and followed Luna and Red down the stairs.
As I sat down in my seat, everyone gave me weird looks, except Hermione.
"What are you wearing?" A man with red hair, freckles , tall, and had broad shoulders.
"Oh George!" A woman with dark skin yelled, whacking him in the back of the head. "Don't be rude!"
"Sorry, Angela," George said, looking down.
"No, seriously what is on your shirt?" A little boy, maybe 8, asked. He was sitting next to George, and looked a lot like him.
"Oh, Cookie Monster," I said, they gave me weird looks, except for Hermione. She sat down and smiled at me, than gave an icy glare to the rest at the table.
"It's a American fashion. Half the people in the airport had something like that," Than she turned to me, "And the red furry one?"
"Oh, that's er- Elmo." I said. Hermione nodded, but George stared at me, shocked.
"Elmo and Cookie Monster? Really?"
"Yeah, there some long, complicated, thing about Cookie Monster and Elmo. Both are really popular,"
George muttered something about, them being weird but I ignored him. I stifled a sigh and stuck my hand across the table to a gorges blond, who was sitting to a man with a piercing in his ear and hair in a pony tail.
"Hello, I'm Sabrina Grimm." The blond shook my hand and smiled.
"Fleur Weasley," She said, a bit of a Frech accent.
"Bill Weasly," Bill shook my hand as well.
"I have got to say, I really like your piercing." I said.
"You do?" Bill asked, surprised. "Hey, mom! People do like my piercing!"
"Oh Bill!" A voice in the kitchen shouted. Bill rolled his eyes and turned to me, "Why?"
"Well, I see them all the time. Usually gages but your way is much better." I said.
"Gages?"
"Oh they um- well it's weird and hard to explain, I can show you a picture or draw you one." He nodded, pleased. A plump woman, with red and gray hair. She had a warm smile on her face and she swished her wand and food flew in and sat on the table.
"Now, where's our guest?" The woman asked. I raised my hand; just don't shoot me with the stick…
Wand, well at least wait till I get one in my hands.
"Here!" I said, the woman saw me and something past in her eyes, recognition?
Nah, she can't know me.
"Hello, deary." She said hugging me. "I'm Mrs. Weasley, and Mr. Weasley is at work sadly."
"Oh ok, I'm Sabrina Grimm."
This place is getting weirder.
Later...
The food was wonderful. I leaned back in my chair, full.
Dinner, everyone introduced themselves than conversations about Quidditch? And something about gnomes? I left myself out of those, I don't know what they are and well, it might just seem weird to be the only person at the table without any knowledge of that.
Soon dinner ended and Mrs. Weasley sent us to bed…
I, being very happy.
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