July 31st, 1993

"Just Hailee ma'am, Hailee Potter."

Silence.

'3, 2, 1… time to face the noise.'

Both Mr and Mrs Weasley stopped and stared at Hailee, and Harry winced internally. He had known her sudden appearance would lead to questions, but that didn't mean he was looking forward to them in the least. Hailee herself shied away and behind him, hiding her face in her hair.

"Ah… I'm so sorry dear, I should've guessed. You do share a strong resemblance with Harry after all." Mrs Weasley said awkwardly. "Goodness, you look so much like Lily now, both of you!"

Better than 'James Potter this' and 'James Potter that' if nothing else.

"Well, make yourself at home Hailee dear, I just need a quick word with Harry and he'll join you. Off you pop!"

Harry was suddenly aware of his present predicament. Hailee was almost entirely behind him and her hands were tangled in the back of his t-shirt. She was holding onto him tightly. Also, she seemed to be trying to disappear into his body. He'd expected resistance, but not this bad from her. He understood why but still, this was really not the time for her to cling to him.

Turning to face her, he drew the shying girl into a gentle hug for a moment, then drew back and looked her dead in their shared emerald eyes. A small smile graced his lips for her only.

"It'll just be a few moments. I promise." He sent her along kindly.

Hailee slipped away into the sitting room quietly and Harry was left with the two Weasley parents.

Mrs Weasley turned to him and spoke directly.

"Now Harry, we know you're a reasonable young man and I think Arthur and I would both greatly appreciate it if you would kindly tell us why not one of us, even Ron, has heard a single word from you about Hailee?"

Straight to the point.

Harry deliberately met the maternal woman's eyes with his own. "Mrs Weasley, I understand your curiosity, but this isn't something I'll talk about, it's too personal. I'm really sorry, but I just can't."

"Be that as it may, personal or not, I think…"

"That's enough Molly." Mr Weasley cut off his wife's hot-tempered retort, a rare occurrence. He then spoke directly to Harry, who was deeply glad for the change of pace in the questioning he was subjected to.

"Now then, Harry. I can clearly see you will give no one any answer more than that, and I will try to respect that. Perhaps we should address this differently. Is it because you don't trust us you won't say, or for another reason? Don't answer straight away, collect your thoughts first, put together your reasoning properly, and then give it to us."

He was glad Mr Weasley had given him time. This would be hard enough to explain with his explanation fully planned out as it was. The extra few moments were a gift to ready him for it.

After waiting almost a minute, Harry spoke.

"It's not that I don't trust Ron, or you for that matter. But I know what Ron is like, all it takes is for him to get angry or careless and something private is known by the whole school. It's happened similarly before. It wasn't a chance I could take. Besides, I didn't hear Ron mention Ginny at all even though I knew she was coming to Hogwarts the year after him, why should I share what he didn't? Hailee is something too precious to me to ever be endangered before she can protect herself, that's why I had to, and still have to, protect her, even the danger comes from one of my closest friends."

For a few moments the kitchen was silent. Both adults were clearly chewing on that explanation, considering it carefully. He was spared the further questioning by the most fortuitous arrival ever. One might even suspect plot convenience.

"Mum! Dad! I'm here!"

A rugged young man with the fire red of the Weasley bloodline let himself into the kitchen.

"Charlie! It's been so long since you've been home, my beautiful boy!" Mrs Weasley exclaimed, rushing to crush him in one of her warm hugs that always threatened to break Harry's ribs.

The new redhead flushed at that. "Aw Mum! You're embarrassing me!"

Charlie Weasley. The Seeker of the Weasley clan quidditch.

Habitually, Harry looked him over from head to toe. He was athletic, well built and was decked out in dragonhide gear. He looked every bit the dragon wrangler that Ron had hyped him up as, if with a bit of an understated feeling of ability exuding faintly from him that betrayed the considerable knowledge he undoubtedly possessed if he didn't even have any visible burns or scars.

'Not bad. Good to see Ron didn't hype him up for nothing, this guy clearly has experience and no small amount of strength.' Harry mentally appreciated.

Mr Weasley came over and spoke lowly while his wife was fussing over their second eldest son. "I know this is out of your comfort zone, so thank you for what you have shared, little as it is. I'll head off Molly if she tries to chase it up, it should be easier with Charlie here now."

Harry nodded and remained silent as Charlie greeted his father with a quick, manly hug. Then the dragon wrangler's attention fell on him.

Blue eyes looked him up and down, pausing briefly on the scar half hidden behind his hair before Charlie spoke.

"Harry Potter. With all Ron's said about you, I thought you'd look a bit less like you rose from the dead." The older Seeker commented. Ouch, that hit closer to home than Charlie could ever know.

"Charlie!"

Harry waved Mrs Weasley off. "It's fine. I thought you'd be taller, Charlie Weasley."

There was tense silence.

It was broken by Charlie chuckling like a madman, extending his hand. "I like you, kid. Not many say something like that to my face. Takes a pair."

Harry shook his hand, unable to stop the tenseness in his body. Only four people could touch him and he'd be comfortable, Charlie was not one of them. He couldn't take his hand back quick enough, and nodded at the kitchen's occupants before slipping off after Hailee in the sitting room, brushing closely past Mr Weasley.

He found the black haired girl patiently toying with her hair, sitting on the carpet. But the moment she looked his way, he saw the nervousness.

"Come here." He called softly, going halfway and kneeling down.

Hailee immediately crawled to him and tucked her head into his chest. His arms closed around her and she visibly relaxed. It was strange to see her so uncomfortable in this place where he felt somewhat at ease, but then again she'd never been here in person, never interacted with any of its people. She didn't have the bonds he did, had never felt them directly. And it left her feeling hollow, like a shell of a person, a mockery of life.

"I've got a pretty good idea what's going through your head Hailee, but it's not written. This won't last, I promise."

Her voice was muffled, but still as familiar as ever. "Thank you."

Harry held her all the tighter.

"Always."

A slight thudding from above shook the two Potters to alertness gently. Someone, or rather several someones were coming down the stairs. The first set of steps were thundering and rapid, Ron's heavy tread no doubt, the second and third were close together and in perfect synch, the twins. The last two were steady, calm steps, one light, one a little heavier. Ginny and Percy.

Getting up, Harry took Hailee's small hand gently, lacing his fingers with hers and led her back to the kitchen with a comforting smile. God, it took a lot for him to smile! Even more than before he'd died.

"Oi oi!"

"Here's a surprise!"

"Is that who I think it is Gred?"

"I do believe it is my dear Forge."

"Why it's ickle Harrikins…"

"... and a smaller, cuter female version too!"

Harry wanted to roll his eyes at the twins' antics. But they did so amuse him. In fact, it was a welcome relief, comic relief to be truly honest from the severity of life that dragged him down otherwise. Nevertheless, he still corrected them, slightly.

"Sister actually."

That got raised eyebrows all around except for the parents. But thankfully he didn't have to explain again because everyone got ushered frantically to the table.

"Mum, we haven't got enough chairs." Percy called out, observant as always. Kinda.

"Be a dear and draw some up Charlie. You know where they're kept."

Charlie got his wand out and just before he performed the spell, Harry's Sharingan activated just long enough to track the movement, incantation and magic flow.

"Accio spare chairs."

Three chairs zoomed from… somewhere, and neatly dropped themselves into place at the table. It was a neat trick, and Harry had apparently copied it just by seeing it. He somehow just had the knowledge now in his budding repertoire of spells. Another quirk of his eye problem.

That was immediately brushed aside as the two Potters and the adult Weasley child sat down. The final arrangement of the table ended up with Mr Weasley at the head of the table just like last time Harry had been here, Charlie opposite him at the other end of the table, the twins, Percy and Mrs Weasley down one side, and Ron, Harry, Hailee and Ginny down the other in that order. On a complete tangent from the order of the table, Harry warmly realised with a small inward smirk was that Hailee was the smallest in the house, even smaller than Ginny herself. It was cute, undoubtedly would annoy his little sister if mentioned, but it was cute regardless.

"So Harry, did you come to a decision on your electives yet?" Percy inquired from across the table.

Harry nodded. "Care of Magical Creatures and Ancient Runes, seemed most worthwhile. Thanks for the advice by the way, going in blind I would have probably sabotaged myself."

"You're very much welcome Harry, I wish more students asked their seniors for advice."

"Oi Percy, why didn't you help me too?" Ron complained, and miraculously he didn't have food in his mouth while doing so.

"You didn't ask." Percy replied calmly. "And I offered my help several times."

At that, Fred, George and Ginny snorted. Even Mr Weasley sighed a little. He took an elbow to the ribs from his wife for it, but he still sighed nonetheless. Charlie edged in at that moment, momentarily sparing Ron embarrassment.

"So what are you taking Ron?"

"Mmm… Care o' Magical Creatures…. an' Divination." Ron replied between bites. "Creatures seems fun… an' Divination is an easy pass. You said so."

"That I did. Wish I'd taken something better instead of Trelawney's class, but the options are the options." Charlie commented in return. He then tucked himself into more breakfast, but with better manners than Ron, lesser than Percy's however.

Conversation lulled for a bit, everyone focusing on their food. Then of all people, and not in a bad way, Ginny dropped a question.

"So Hailee, has Harry told you anything about Hogwarts?"

Hailee glanced across at Harry first. He nodded slightly. She shouldn't have to do that, but if it made her comfortable, so be it. He'd put up with almost anything for people he cared about, few made that list and he was proud those who had were there.

"I know about as much as he does about it. Except for actually being there." Hailee replied quietly, half hiding behind her messy hair, taking a tentative bite of sausage after.

"You don't really know Hogwarts until you've been there." Fred, or was it George, agreed.

"Indeed my good man." George, or Fred, added to the agreement.

"Just something magical…"

"... about those walls."

"My beloved twin, that might be because it's the biggest magical dwelling in the United Kingdom."

"Might just be it, dear brother. But the real question Miss Potter…"

"... is have you heard, pray tell…"

"... of two unmatchable in wit…"

"... unrivalled in pranking power…"

"... and let's not forget totally handsome…"

"... aspiring wizards…"

"... by the names…"

"... Gred and Forge?"

If she didn't find their double act so uncomfortable, Harry would have cracked a grin at how thrown Hailee was. In fact, she consciously leaned back and shifted her hair into her face more. Ah damnit, there she went again, retreating back into herself.

"Boys, boys! Please refrain from making Hailee uncomfortable." Mrs Weasley scolded.

"Mum's right. Our sincerest apologies Miss Potter." The twin wear the sweater with an F on it, presumably Fred but probably George apologized.

"We'll reserve our outstanding twin telepathy demonstrations for when you've gotten used to us." The other twin promised.

Almost, but not entirely unheard, Hailee mumbled, "Thank you."

The awkwardness settled after a moment of silence and Mr Weasley asked a more appropriate and concise question. "From what you know secondhand from Harry's Hogwarts experience so far, what are you most excited about when you go this year?"

Under the table, Harry felt Hailee slip her hand into his. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze to soothe her discomfort, and prayed it would fade into ease. He felt most comfortable here. Admittedly it was slightly strange compared to last summer, with two new people here, but the Burrow felt homely. He wanted that for her too. In fact he'd hoped a couple more of his adaptations had transferred to her. Her body was comfortable here, it was just her fresh mind that disagreed, then again she was his voice of caution and reasonable doubt.

"If I I get to go, Charms, Potions and Astronomy."

"Astronomy eh? Not a common interest. Particular reason why?" Mr Weasley commented, his curiosity peaked. Everyone else's too at that.

Hailee mumbled her answer, but Harry and Mr Weasley caught it.

"I think stars are beautiful."

"Hmm… I suppose they are quite beautiful. I never gave it much thought to be honest but if you think you'll enjoy Astronomy, go for it. It's good to have a subject you find relaxing." Mr Weasley admitted with a sheepish smile.

A now familiar sensation, like tiny electricity, crackled across Harry's eyes. Quickly, he angled his head down so that his hair fell in the way of his eyes, just in time before the Sharingan activated, and he phased out from reality in the present moment, away once again to the memories of Madara Uchiha.

Madara sullenly walked with virtually no speed into the head building of the temporary Uchiha settlement. He already knew what he would see, but it did nothing to prepare him. God, take him back the battlefield where he belonged. Where he could scream and roar, where he could bleed his grief and anger out into the Senju and the other clans as he took from them what they took from him. But family, and honour demanded that he be here.

Outside the sleeping quarters of his parents stood his father and Izuna. Gladdened by the sight of his only remaining brother unscathed, he pulled the younger Uchiha into a tight hug for a moment. Then he pulled back and looked to his father.

"How long does she have?"

His father looked up. "The healer can hold her to life a little longer, but it pains your mother greatly."

"Then we will not pain her for too long." Madara assured.

He slid open the door and saw the sight he had dreaded. His mother, weaker than he'd ever seen anyone, barely being sustained by the stasis jutsu of the Uchiha physician who tended to the patriarchal line.

Madara and Izuna stepped inside, and he closed the door. They approached her and the elder of the two remaining brothers laid his sword down away from the bed.

"Mother, Madara is here." Izuna called softly.

Black eyes opened and slowly moved to the side, falling on Madara. All his thoughts of the battlefield, of the conflict, left him with that gaze. "Madara?"

"I'm here Mother."

"Good. It's good you are here, and I am sorry to call you from your duty like this." Their mother whispered softly. "But I could not go before I spoke to you and Izuna together one last time."

Tears threatened Madara's proud black eyes, but he forced them down. Izuna was already weeping. But he would not weep, he could not. For Izuna's sake he had to be strong, he had to be invincible. The only weeping from him would be the wails of his sword and the crimson tears from its blade. He refused to bend, he would not break. Not until his dying day. So he forced down his tears and pulled Izuna in to lean on his shoulder.

"Take care of each other. That is all I ask."

"Mother…" Izuna sobbed, but he was cut off by the look in her eye, the fully mature Sharingan appearing.

"I am not afraid to go Izuna, for there is nothing to fear from Death. He is, after all, the Uchiha's oldest friend. So let me go now, and I will waiting for you in the next life with your brothers and someday your father."

The healer looked up at Madara, who nodded. He stopped his jutsu.

"Say goodbye Izuna, this is your only chance little brother."

All Izuna could manage was a strangled, "Goodbye…"

"Goodbye Mother. Until the next life." Madara bid their mother farewell.

She nodded.

"Don't look away Izuna, respect our mother's strength. She greets Death as an old friend, not an enemy."

Izuna nodded with resolve, and together they watched their mother's last moment, Madara with his Sharingan, forever burning it into his memory. Her Sharingan eyes closing for the last time. Her body relaxing. Her breathing slowing, and they bore witness to Death's kind welcome. Death had permitted their mother her last wish, to see them with her in her final hour, together, and for that he was kind.

Eventually, all life was gone.

And when that last spark of life was gone, Madara's Sharingan changed. The two tomoe shifted, allowing a third tomoe to complete Indra's Eye.

She was gone.

Turning to Izuna, Madara lifted his little brother's face so their eyes met.

"Come now Izuna, show me your eyes little brother."

His little brother sniffed, let out a sob, and then his black eyes bled red with grief. Two tomoe, not yet fully mature like his own now were, but he did not have far to go. These eyes would forever remind him.

"Mother gave us these eyes Izuna, so let us use them to honour her until the day we are reunited with her and our brothers. Let her be proud of us. Let us give her reason to be proud, and burn bright in this ashen world so wrong, for her."

"Alright." Izuna agreed tearfully, but no less readily than Madara himself. "I will walk with you Big Brother, if you will lead me."

Their foreheads met softly, each of their eyes locked onto the other's own tomoe branded orbs.

Together.

"I promise you little brother, the sun will shine on us again."

The moment she noticed Harry's Sharingan activate out of his control, Hailee plucked up what courage she could muster and asked her own question.

"Umm, Charlie? What exactly do you do in Romania?"

A blazing grin spread across Charlie Weasley's face, and he launched into an explanation about his job on the Romanian dragon reserve. Judging by his enthusiasm, Charlie would be talking for a while. Good, it should give Harry plenty of time to snap out of Madara's memories that so plagued him. She was just glad it didn't disrupt the link.

By the time Harry was freed of the memory, breakfast had finished but everyone was still sat at the table, listening to the young man who worked with dragons. He'd already spoken about the layout of the reserve, the breeds they kept and in what section, the freedoms each dragon had, their feeding habits and he was now on how they managed the dragon young. Her elder brother looked up and noticed the topic change, flashing her a grateful smile. An almost imperceptible nod was her reply. Covering for his involuntary flashbacks was her job after all.

Eventually, Mrs Weasley put an end to the verbal tour of Charlie's workplace with a clap of her hands. "Alright now. There's a lot to get done and only today to do it in. Listen up now dears."

"Fred and George, degnome the garden and tidy your father's shed. Ron, tidy your room, I know it's a tip. Percy, check everyone's packing and when Harry and Hailee finish, go through what to pack with them please. Ginny, laundry please dear. Hailee, Harry, if you two could tidy the downstairs. Arthur and I will be going to the Ministry to do the final paperwork and pick up all of our travel documents. Don't worry about yours Hailee dear, we can slip you in with Harry. Charlie, you're in charge until we get back, be responsible dear."

A resounding chorus of "Yes Mum." followed, broken only by Harry calling her Mrs Weasley and her silent nod.

With that, everyone scattered off to their jobs. Once everyone else had left, her brother went over to Ginny and spoke lowly. All Hailee managed to catch was "...talk about it…", which was rather confusing. His memories were faint at best given their minds were actually separate, so she couldn't recall what he had to talk to her about.

So, Hailee curiously watched as Ginny glanced around for her second oldest brother, checking he was out of sight, then pulled out her wand and muttered, "Pack."

In a few seconds, all the fresh laundry had neatly folded itself and packed down into the laundry basket so instead of many trips, Ginny only now had to do the one. Which she quickly proceeded to do, and Harry got his own wand out and merely exercised magic and will through his wand instead of a pre-written spell. Everything the sitting room flew into what she could only assume was it's natural position, which made for a bit of a safety hazard so she stayed still.

"Magic is all about intent, spells only have an incantation because it defines the intent of the user specifically. Wand movements are to tune the flow of magic, they're not totally essential to wand magic. Makes it easier for people with lacking willpower." He explained.

"Oh. Makes sense." Hailee realised. "So you did some kind of tidying spell, just without a set incantation and wand movement?"

"Yeah. When you're in touch enough with magic, it responds to your will pretty well. That's accidental magic in a nutshell. I wouldn't recomend trying it in your present state Hailee, your body is a bit…"

"... fragile. You can say it you know Harry." She mumbled, aware of Ginny coming back down.

The only female blood Weasley ducked back into the room at that moment.

"So, ummm… what's up with the whole red eyes thing?" Was the first thing out of the older girl's mouth.

Hailee's emerald eyes snapped to Harry. How did Ginny know about the Sharingan? She shouldn't have been able to see it at breakfast, Harry had deliberately shielded his eyes for that reason. Then he raised his hand to placate her. He'd been expecting this conversation to happen?

"It's okay Hailee, Ginny knows."

She only nodded as she chewed on that thought. There had been something about that in the Hospital Wing after the Chamber hadn't there? Vaguely, she remembered a shadow of that event.

The trio sat down on the sofa and Harry began to explain.

"The red eyes is a bloodline ability called the Sharingan. In a nutshell, it gives me the ability to predict movement, analyse and copy spells just from the wand movement and the way a person's magic behaves, as well as cast illusion spells with eye contact. Also, I can see switch enhanced regular vision for a kind of x-ray sight and see magic inside people and objects. The comma markings are called tomoe and indicate how complete a Sharingan is, for instance mine has one so it's incomplete, when complete it will have 3 tomoe in each eye. Also, I can activate and deactivate it at will most of the time."

That was a pretty accurate, not to mention concise summary. Hailee couldn't think of anything he'd missed, between them they didn't know about any other powers it offered yet.

"That kind of sounds like the ultimate shortcut tool." Ginny voiced her opinion.

Harry closed his eyes and smiled slightly. "I guess it does, but mine seems to come with more issues than those in the past."

Hailee had a nagging feeling pulling at her now. It sounded selfish to her but here, where there were several people Harry had established connections, she now felt like a third wheel. It was a horrible thought but she felt left out now that it wasn't just the two of them. She felt pushed to the back, trapped in isolation.

But Harry promised it wouldn't last. He kept his promises, didn't he?

"Hailee, do you have this 'Sharingan' too?"

Ginny's question took the younger girl off guard.

'Why does she suddenly care?'

But she held in the scathing thought and answered politely. "Umm… I don't think so."

"Honestly, the only answer is 'time will tell'. You have the potential for it, it's really a case of if your body can handle it." Harry added his part. But hidden in that sentence was message meant only for her.

She understood. And she now felt a little less low for it, for her brother had reminded her that she was still a part of him. Maybe fate would let him keep his promise after all.

When she made eye contact with him, Harry's left eye shifted to Sharingan and cast a illusion over her, but she could feel that it wasn't hostile. Not that she could risk trying to dispel it in any case, not in her present state. So she let the illusion wash over her and communicate whatever private message he was sending through it. A shade of Harry appeared on her other side, where no one sat, and whispered in her ear.

"I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfortable Hailee, but you remember what happened to Ginny last year and the reason she clings to me now, don't you?"

She could vaguely recall his memories of the events, so yes.

The illusion broke and Hailee gave a small nod as an answer. The Sharingan faded away.

"In any case, we should get our chores done before Mrs Weasley gets back." Her brother tactfully closed the conversation.

"I'm done." Ginny added quietly.

"Better ask Charlie what else needs doing then."

Hailee almost smiled as Ginny pouted and then went to find her brother. A traitorous relief washed over her as the other girl went away to find more work. Maybe it was wrong to feel that, but what did she know? She had virtually no experience with these emotions.

As it turned out, manually tidying away the downstairs was actually quite relaxing. She wasn't allowed to touch anything sharp or too heavy, but she still enjoyed the process of finding suitable places to put things and placing them there manually. It was, what was the word? Thera-something. Therable? No, it was therapeutic right? Yeah, that sounded right. Of course, the sensations of the objects were slightly dulled due to her condition but that was alright, it was better than before.

Mr and Mrs Weasley returned after a couple hours, a small stack of papers in hand. It was explained that those were the travel papers, and Hailee had been added onto the collective passport the Weasley family was using for the children, alongside Harry.

"Arthur has a few friends in the Department of Magical Transportation, it was easy for him to get you added on at the last moment." Mrs Weasley had assured her on that topic.

By that point almost everyone was done with their assigned chore, the only one who wasn't being Percy as he was walking her and Harry through the packing requirements and making sure they abided them. He had been very thorough, she realised, because they hadn't had the same length of time to prepare as the Weasleys. Also, Percy was just a diligent person.

She couldn't stop mumbling her thanks to him.

Lunch was an excitable affair just as breakfast had been, animate conversation, multiple conversations in fact, were taking place at the table. She had only offered the occasional comment, she wasn't comfortable enough to join in full time.

Besides, she had different thoughts on her mind. What kept playing on her mind was not the present, but the near future. Harry seemed confident that she would get a Hogwarts letter but she had her doubts. Did they even know she was alive? Well, not that she could really call her present state living, but for the sake of the argument, did she count as alive enough to attend Hogwarts? Was her name even down on their list? Even if she got to go, how long would her body last before it expired? It was no secret between her and Harry that she was incredibly fragile. How much could she withstand? Once inside those walls and exercising magic daily, how long would it be before this body gave out? A week? A day?

She was shaken from her cycle of questions by a question from Ron. One specifically meant for her. Awkward.

"You any good at Quidditch Hailee?"

"Ummm… I don't know. I've never even been on a broom." Hailee mumbled her confession.

Ron's mouth dropped open so wide that it could catch a dozen flies if they were about. He looked back and forth between her and her brother, then proceeded to blow up in disbelief.

"Harry, why the hell hasn't she been on a broom?! Didn't you teach her anything about Quidditch? I mean, it's Quidditch!" Ron was practically spewing fire, but before his parents intervened, Harry shut him down.

Her brother raised an eyebrow and spoke seriously. "You seem to be forgetting we lived with Muggles who barely let us out the house, let alone on brooms Ron. Besides, have you ever discussed Quidditch with Ginny?"

That stumped him for a minute.

Under the table, Harry slipped his hand into hers and squeezed it gently. It helped. When Ron finally came back with a response, she wasn't impressed.

"Of course not, Ginny's not interested in it."

"How do you know that?"

"She's a girl."

At that, everyone stared incredulously at him. Fred and George then simultaneously smacked his head, back and front.

"Ron you twerp!"

"Girls play Quidditch too!"

"Shall I write Angelina?"

"Or Alicia?"

"Maybe Katie?"

"You know, the Gryffindor Chasers?"

"Who play Quidditch!" The twin reprimanded him separately until the last part, which they said together.

That topic was quickly dismissed, and lunch finished not long after. Quite honestly, the rest of the day flew by and before Hailee knew it, it was 8 o'clock, an hour and a half after dinner. Mrs Weasley shooed her children upstairs. Leaving just her and Harry downstairs out of the children.

"Alright, Hailee you might know this but last summer Harry stayed in Ron's room. But, with both of you here this time, Arthur and I thought it better to ask you how sleeping arrangements worked between you two at your Aunt and Uncle's house." Mrs Weasley explained diplomatically, which seemed to be Mr Weasley's idea.

Hailee answered after a moment, quietly.

"We share a room Mrs Weasley."

The kind but scary woman nodded. "I figured as much, given the way those awful people are, but was it always that way? And we meant who sleeps where in the room too dear."

"Yes, always. Even when my Hogwarts letter was addressed to 'The Cupboard under the Stairs', we shared the same space." Harry admitted so she didn't have to. He was technically right on that point. "Hailee uses the bed, I take the floor unless she's cold. Then we share the bed."

The two adults considered that for a while. In the end, Mr Weasley shrugged and gave them both a kind smile.

"Harry, I think we'll resume your placement in Ron's room, and Hailee you can share with Ginny if that's agreeable. I'll get you set up Harry, Molly dear?"

"Follow me Hailee dear."

Hailee got up and hugged Harry tight for a moment, then followed the kindly woman up to the first floor. Mrs Weasley used some magic, presumably Accio, to summon a second cott and sheets, shifting Ginny's bed a bit to allow for it, to no objection at all from the older girl. With a wave of her wand, the cott was made ready for sleeping in. Another wave temporarily transfigured Dudley's old castoffs she was wear, like Harry, into a comfortable pyjamas set, and then Mrs Weasley ushered her and Ginny to bed.

"Sleep well girls, we're up bright and early tomorrow, I'll wake you up when. Egypt tomorrow, so no staying up!" Mrs Weasley told them sternly.

"We won't, night Mum." Ginny replied happily enough.

"Goodnight Mrs Weasley."

Hailee immediately curled up in her allocated bed, and drifted off into sleep pretty fast. It felt really strange, sleeping in this body, but it still had to be done. After all, tomorrow was a long day.

Egypt awaited.