The brownies were currently baking in the very old oven, but the spaghetti was partaking in some technical difficulties. We did not know if the sauce was cooked and the pasta seemed to not want to boil.
Sirius, Tonks and I were cooking while Lupin sat at the table reading a paper and shouting useless advice to us.
"I'm going to dip my finger into the sauce, just to see if it's cooking," Tonks told us. We nodded sniggering. We had almost run out of ideas but they just seemed to be getting stupider and stupider. She shoved her finger into the sauce and then pulled back sharply.
"It's really hot," she said, running her finger until cold water.
"But is it cooked," I asked her, stirring it slowly.
"I don't know," she said meekly, screwing her face up.
The Weasley's were arriving very soon and all we had managed to do was cook (slightly burn) the meat.
"What did the jar say?" Lupin asked us.
"I don't know," I glared at him. I had the feeling he was a very good cook, he seemed the type. However, he wouldn't help as he was getting a lot of entertainment out of it.
"Well look," he said scathingly.
"We can't," Sirius said quietly, looking down to the floor and smirking. "We turned it into a musical instrument."
He pointed over to where the jars, tins and boxes were hanging from the ceiling. I grabbed two spoons and went over to them and began to play them.
"Cool right?" I said to him. He shook his head smiling and went back to his paper.
Suddenly, a hissing sound came from the stove. We looked quickly and saw the spaghetti was burning. I know you're asking, who the hell burns spaghetti, but it's hard to make.
I pulled them from the side quickly and hissed in pain as the boiling water touched my hand. I had a low pain tolerance though, courtesy of my vampire friend.
"They're…Purple," Tonks said, trying really hard not to burst into laughter. I lasted about two seconds before I began to laugh, followed shortly by the others in the kitchen. Lupin came over to see what all the fuss was about and began to laugh to.
"What do we do?" Sirius asked prodding the spaghetti with his wand.
"We could change the color of it!" I said triumphantly.
"I think they might notice there is something wrong when it starts to crunch," Lupin said, taking his own wand out and muttering an incarnation.
"We won't tell them," I said. "We can just pretend it's really nice and then they won't say anything." I grinned around at them, but then screwed my nose up. "But I don't really want to eat it."
"Nor me," Tonks said quickly.
"Nor us," said two foreign voices. We all spun around quickly to find The Weasley's standing in the doorway staring skeptically at us. It seemed that it was Fred and George who had spoken.
"Quick, what's my name," I whispered to Tonks.
"Brady." She whispered back before walking over to them. "Hey I'm Tonks." She hugged them all as they introduced themselves, something I was glad for.
I was a hugger. I hugged everyone, and I especially wanted to hug the famous Weasley's, the family I had grew up reading about and longed to be apart of.
"Hi I'm Ally," I hugged one of the twins first. He seemed surprised and shocked by my sudden appearance, but was friendly all the same.
"Fred," He gave me a lingering hug, before smiling at me warmly and 'passing' me along to his twin.
"I'm George, His twin."
"Would never have guessed that," I said sarcastically. He too seemed quite shocked by me and hugged for a little longer than necessary, as did Ron, but he seemed more shy.
It was then I realized that it was probably my new found beauty. I wasn't vain for anything, but I knew that the vampire hotness had an effect of people, men especially.
"Hey I'm Ginny," she said warmly. She was tall too, not as tall as the others, but she was at least a head taller than me. But then again, everyone was taller than me.
"My new roommate," I smiled. "I'm Ally."
"Ginny?" Tonks hollered. "Do you have a boyfriend?" Ginny nodded and blushed, much to the anger of her family. "What's his name?"
"Michael Corner," she said meekly, getting ready to face the wrath off her brothers.
I jumped up and pointed my two hands at Tonks. "Cough them up," I grinned doing a little happy dance. It was a very shady thing to do, but I only have one pair of shoes. Anyone would do the same in my situation.
Tonks took the box out of her bag, but did not give them too me. "How did you know?" she asked skeptically.
I tapped my index finger to my temple. "I'm psychic!" I joked, taking the converse off Tonks and putting them on. "Aren't they beautiful?" I sat down next to Lupin (who was fixing the pasta) and admired them.
"Seriously, how did you know?" she asked. The Weasley's were staring at me curiously too.
"I told you I'm psychic." If they believed I was psychic, I could use it to my advantage. I could take bets and make some money, and I could also stop things from happening. I was going to try to stick to the plot of the book as much as possible, but if I was here next year, I didn't really want to suffer Sirius' death.
"Fine," Sirius said. "How many fingers am I holding up." He put his hands behind his back.
"It doesn't work like that," I lied. "But you held up your middle finger." I added, offhandedly. It was quite shocking that I had known him for less than two weeks, but I knew exactly what he was going to do.
He gasped in shock and brought out his hand, which was flipping me off. I smirked in triumph.
"What about me?" Ron asked excitedly, his shyness from before seemed to have completely dissolved. I tried to think of something that wasn't too life changing, and then remembered his letter he would receive from Hogwarts in a few weeks.
"You'll make prefect," I grinned. Fred, George and Ginny burst into laughter, while Ron looked mortified.
"Ickle Won is going to be a pwefect," George said, grabbing his younger brother's head and hugging it tightly.
"They grow up so fast." Fred began to repeatedly tap Ron's head, until Mrs. Weasley shooed them away.
"Have you made dinner for us?" she asked looking around. "That's lovely."
"We tried," Lupin smiled meekly. Sirus stared at him angrily, his mouth opened.
"We tried," he said, pointing to me, Tonks and himself. "You sat there, mocking our efforts." I grinned at his theatrics and then suddenly remembered my desert baking in the oven.
"Shit the brownies," Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips at my mild swear, but did not say anything. I ran over to the oven and took them out quickly. They seemed a little dark, but they would still taste fine.
As we ate are Spaghetti (which surprisingly, wasn't that bad) Ginny gasped and pointed to my neck.
"What happened to your neck?" she asked, pulling a discussed face. The other Weasley's looked too and 'ewwed' as Mrs. Weasley reprimanded them. I didn't wear a dressing anymore as it was healing and needed air, but it was still gross. The skin around it was white and scabby and looked like it would fall off.
I grinned at them. "I got bit by a vampire," I said, nonchalantly. They stared at me with wide eyes.
"Seriously?" George asked me. Mrs. Weasley hit his arm, but she too, seemed intrigued.
"I was in some alleyway, don't ask me how, and he came from no where and bit me," I told them monotonously. I was quite tired of telling this story. "Then Tonks and Lupin saved me and brought me back here, where I became a suspected Death eater. But it's all sound now," I said cheerily, tucking into my spaghetti.
"Are you?" Fred asked me warily.
She shook my head and laughed. "Don't be daft." I said, though he did not seem convinced.
After we had finished eating, Sirius asked me about shopping and I thanked him for all of the things I had gotten.
"I heard about your wand," he said slyly. I pulled an annoyed face. I really didn't understand this wand. Why did it choose me? It was just giving me a lot of unwanted attention, when I desperately wanted to fit in. "Dumbledore told me."
"And how did Dumbledore know?" I asked, staring at Tonks and Lupin accusingly.
"Mad Eye told him," he explained.
"Of course he did," I muttered sounding annoyed. Sirius laughed. "I never thought I would find a shop that I hated. We were in there for ages." I moaned. Tonks agreed and began to laugh with me. "And it's annoying to when someone forgets to tell you, you are using a fake name," I mock glared at her pointedly.
"Well, I was in shock because someone was flirting with Olivander," she said. A chorus of amused and discussed scoffs went around the table.
"I wasn't," I defended. I knew I was a flirt, but I would never sink that low.
"You were," Lupin said quietly. "You don't know you're doing it. But it got you a free wand, so it doesn't really matter."
"Free wand?" Fred asked excitedly. I could see the cogs turning in his eyes. "How did you manage that?"
"I'm just so amazingly gifted and beautiful," I said, pretending to flick my hair.
"You're doing it now…" Sirius sang quietly. The table laughed as Ginny commented that I was flirting when they came in too.
I pulled an upset face and lay my head onto the table. "Stop bullying me," I said sadly.
"Don't speak to her," Sirius hissed loudly. "She's fishing for sympathy, so then she can flirt with us." The table laughed at his comment so I flipped him the bird.
"The last time I make you brownies," I huffed, sitting up properly and grabbing the plate. "They're all mine now."
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As she went to bed before me to unpack, Ginny was already asleep when I got upstairs. I smiled happily as I got into bed, excited for tomorrow. They just seemed like such a cool and fun family, I really wanted them to like me. I bit my lip slyly as I thought of an idea.
One of my vampire traits was hearing, it was nowhere near as good as a real vampire, but I could easily hear through walls if I wanted to.
I really wanted to know what they thought of me, and if they didn't like something I did, I would stop.
I closed my eyes and searched around the house for Fred and George's voice. They were directly above us.
I focused on them and listened carefully:
"You think she's genuine?" one asked.
"I don't know. She seems nice, and cool and smart, and fun. She's probably the prettiest girl I've ever seen." I blushed, and smiled to myself. "But there's something not right. How she just appeared and they've took her in."
"You think she's a death eater?" If it wasn't wrong for me to eavesdrop, I would have stormed up there immediately.
"A Death Eater-Vampire., probably Voldermort's right hand girl. George think about it. She's really flirty, she looks you right in the eye when she talks to you and she sees the future. She's a bloody vampire, and she's compelling them to let her stay." I gasped in horror. Fred was number one on my hit list tomorrow.
"Do you think she can hear us?" George asked, I giggled at the irony.
"I don't know, but we have to be careful. Don't look at her in the eye or speak to her for too long."
"We need to monitor her too, like look for a dark mark."
"If we catch her," Fred said triumphantly. "They might let us into the order and…"
I stopped listening here, but still continued to glare at the ceiling. I barely knew them, and they were already plotting against me.
I am small, I am scrawny and I'm really ditzy and clumsy; why they hell does everyone think I'm a bloody death eater.
Two could play at their game. Well, three really. I could make fools out of them. I can act really suspicious and then they accuse me; I'll pretend to get upset, and then they'll be seen as idiots.
They next morning, I got up fairly early and put on a black tank top, so my arms would be seen. I ran downstairs to the kitchen to find Lupin, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Tonks eating breakfast. I greeted them kindly and ran over to Tonks.
"Do you have any foundation, please say yes?" I begged.
She shook her head. "Sorry, I'm a 'morpher. Don't need it, and neither do you. Are you trying to impress one of those Weasley boys?" She asked quietly. "I saw Ron and Fred eyeing you up last night." I stared at her in horror.
"I'm trying to do the opposite actually," I told her, disgusted with her comment. "Mrs. Weasley, do you have any foundation please?" She looked at me confused. "Muggle make up?"
She shook her head. "No sorry dear."
Lupin held up his bowl of porridge to me. "Would this help?" he joked.
"Yeah, smear a bit on my left arm please," I grinned. He stared at me confused, but still put a small dollop on my arm while Tonks rubbed it in.
"Do we get to know why?" she asked, amused.
"Tomorrow night, all shall be revealed," I said, cunningly. "But don't tell anyone about this." I warned. I skipped away merrily as Mr. Weasley chuckled.
Conveniently, I saw Fred and George on the stairs. "Hey Fred, Hey George," I smiled at them seductively and stared into their eyes. They looked down suddenly and averted their gaze. I almost laughed, but managed to keep my composure long enough to wave at them with my left arm.
George (I think) spotted the change in coloring straight away and nudged Fred. I quickly scurried away, and began to laugh as soon as I got into my room.
Ginny suddenly sat up as stared at me confused.
"Sorry," I cringed. "I forgot you were in here."
"That's ok," she yawned and stretched loudly before getting out and opening the curtains.
"Did you sleep ok?" I asked, awkwardly.
"It was good thanks," she said. "But it was probably because I had just come off a six hour train journey."
I nodded and smiled. "It can get a little cold in here sometimes, and if the portrait of Mrs. Black is set off, we're the first to hear."
I had only heard the portrait twice since I was here, but I didn't want to witness it again. The shriek rang throughout my ears, and I had a migraine for at least an hour afterwards.
"Is there a bathroom?" Ginny asked me, gathering up some clothes and heading towards the door.
"Yeah, it across the hall," I opened the door and pointed to it. "But if you want a shower, I suggest you get another towel. Being the bottom floor losers, we get all the scraps." I quickly walked in and grabbed one of the old holey towels. "I normally steal one from Sirius' bathroom. But you have to be discrete." She stared at me amused.
"Where is it?" she asked. I then explained to her the ins and outs of the house; where we could go and not.
The kitchen was in the basement and then on the ground floor was a dining room and parlor (which we weren't allowed to go in, because of the order) and a reception room that was so filthy, no one would go in. Then on the second floor was our bedroom, a bathroom, a library, and Tonks bedroom when she stayed here.
Above us were the rest of the Weasley's, and Harry when he would arrive. And then the top floor was occupied by Sirius, Remus, Sirius's brother's room (he was dead, but his room remained closed off) and Buckbeak in the master bedroom. I never understood why an animal got the best room in the house, but this was Grimmauld Place, and nothing really made that much sense.
I stole her a towel and then told her to come down to the kitchen when she was done.
Tonks had now left with Mr. Weasley, but Sirius and the twins had joined the group.
I smiled at them all warmly, the twins especially, and sat down next to Sirius. I put my arms obviously on the table.
Sirius noticed my arm immediately and nudged me.
"What's up with your arm?" he asked me. Fred and George heard him ask this and looked up curiously before averting their gaze.
I looked at him straight in the eyes and smiled sweetly. "It's always been like it. I have a skin condition."
"You have a skin condition?" he repeated, confused. I grinned happily when he did this.
"Yes," I said simply. I caught a look at Fred and George, who looked like they wanted to run away screaming. I saw Lupin too, staring curiously. I shrugged at him and winked.
This would be fun.