Sup! I'm glad you decided to come back and continue reading! Now, I know you're probably going to wonder why they go to so many different families (well, three, but whatever), and I promise you that it's all a part of the plot! I'll explain more on that later (or if you ask and really want to know).

Disclaimer: BITCH I AIN'T CHO CHANG— I MEAN JK ROWLING! (- That was a reference ;)

LILY EVANS RULES! ~Pansy

"Wake up! Wake up, girl!"

One bright green iris fixed on Petunia, filled with rage. "I will murder you in your sleep."

Petunia, who had been on the receiving end of this empty threat before, simply added, "Time to make breakfast. Harry has already started on the bacon."

"Dammit, I wanted to do the bacon," Calla's muffled voice said.

"Get your head out of your pillow!" Petunia snapped, before ducking her head out of the attic.

Calla finally sighed and rolled out of bed. Why had that stupid old man taken her and Harry away from their family? Sure, the Grangers weren't their real family, but they felt more like family than the Dursleys.

The attic was dark and dusty, filled with cobwebs and some webs that were still inhabited by spiders. Calla hated it, which was probably why Uncle Vernon had put her bed in there.

Calla pulled on some clothes, which were unfortunately all too big and were boys' clothes (all inherited from Dudley; the Dursleys hadn't let her keep any of the clothes from the Grangers, for no good reason at all), and brushed her black hair (which was still unruly, no matter how much she ran the brush through it). She wished she looked different. She didn't like her glasses, though she had picked them out herself. It made her feel crippled, since she couldn't see without them. She also had a thing for red hair, she had always wanted red hair. Not ginger, but a real crimson. The only things she liked about her appearance were her green eyes and the scar on her head (it made her look cool).

She climbed down the ladder, pushing past Dudley on her way to the kitchen. He looked tempted to push her back, but the chubby boy knew much better than to mess with the Potter girl if he wanted to keep himself injury free.

"Hey Harry," Calla greeted with a sour look, heading for the cupboards.

"Morning Calla," Harry replied, giving his twin a halfhearted smile as he put a plate of bacon on the table.

Calla rolled her eyes and stole a piece of bacon as she began to place plates and cutlery around the table. At Harry's look, she shrugged, still looking rather irritated. "Gotta get the bacon before Dudley eats it all," she muttered with clear resentment in her voice.

Harry began to fry the eggs quietly. Usually, after a while of being quiet and blowing off some steam, Calla got calmer. He would wait patiently, until she calmed down or got far too riled up. Unfortunately for him, today it would be the latter.

Calla gave a sudden screech. "Dammit! It's Dudley's birthday today. We're going to be forced to go to that old Mrs. Figg's house!"

Harry opened his mouth to say something, but he was interrupted by a new voice the twins had never heard before.

"Unless you get rescued."

The twins whipped around to face a tall, stern-faced woman standing in the kitchen doorway. Her black hair was in a tight bun on top of her head and the twins could tell that she was not someone to cross. She did offer them a smile though, making Harry feel better at least. But Calla was not convinced.

"Who are you?" Calla asked, brandishing a fork in her hand like a sword. The woman had a look in her eyes as if she was reminiscing about something nice from a long time ago, but the look only lasted for a second.

"My name is Professor Minerva McGonagall, and I am here to take you to a safe home," the woman said. "And you are Calla Lily Potter, and then you must be Harry James Potter."

"How do you know our names?" Calla pressed. Minerva could see that she was the more protective and less trusting of the two, she would have to tread carefully around her.

"Many people know your names. But might I explain later and first take you two to your new home?"

"Where? Back to the Grangers?" Harry asked hopefully.

Minerva shook her head apologetically. "That would be the first place Albus Dumbledore would look for you."

Calla's eyes had filled with a fiery rage at this point. "That was the man who took us away from our family!"

"Yes. He thought it was for the best, but Albus is often blinded by his own ideas and imaginations," Minerva explained. "I shall take you both to a pure-blooded family, who will be able to protect you."

"Pure-blood?" Harry asked timidly.

"A wizarding family without any Muggles or Muggle-borns in their bloodline," Minerva replied, then realized that these children knew nothing about magic or the wizarding community. As they stared at her as if she had grown an extra head, she sighed. "I'll explain on the way, it's a lot to take in."

Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley watched with wide eyes as Professor McGonagall walked the twins through the house, letting the twins quickly gather what little possessions they cared about, and then lead them out the front door. Calla and Harry were almost surprised that none of the Dursleys tried to stop the woman from taking them. But then again, when had their relatives ever really cared about them?

As Professor McGonagall led them down the street, she explained to them that they were witch and wizard and that magic was real and there was a whole wizarding world, hidden from non-magical people (Muggles). It was indeed a lot to take in a first, but as soon as she had grabbed their shoulders and teleported them away from Surrey, they had a hard time not believing.

She had teleported them (though they later found out this was actually called apparition) to a tall and very crooked house. A plump, ginger-haired woman came bustling out as soon as she had heard the crack of someone apparating onto her front lawn. She smiled at the familiar face of Minerva McGonagall and the unfamiliar faces of Harry and Calla Potter.

"Minerva! How lovely to see you! And you two must be Harry and Calla, wonderful to finally meet you," the woman said, giving each of them a hug. "I'm Molly Weasley, you two will be staying with my family and I for the summer."

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," Harry said gratefully, giving her a smile.

"When will we go back to the Grangers?" Calla asked impatiently.

Harry gave her a stern glare, nudging her sharply in the ribs. "Cal, don't be so rude!"

"No, I understand, dear," Molly said graciously. "You've known them longer and they must feel much more like family."

Calla gave the woman a slight smile, glad that someone understood her thoughts.

"Now, why don't you two come in and meet my family? Would you like to come in as well, Minerva? I could get you a drink —"

"I'm fine, thank you, Molly," Minerva said. "Take good care of these two."

"Of course," Molly smiled, ushering the twins inside.

Two pairs of green eyes gazed around in wonder at all of the magic that flowed around the house. Everything from self-washing pots and pans to a clock that told you where everyone was at that moment in time, the house was filled to the brim with magical objects. Harry found himself caught staring at a scarf that was knitting itself, while Calla turned to find a picture in which its occupants moved around.

"Is this your whole family?" she asked, in a sort of timidness. When you got past her big and tough act, she was really just an ordinary extraordinary girl who wanted to have friends and a family who loved her and her twin.

When Molly nodded her head, Calla did a quick count. "You have seven children!" she exclaimed.

Harry dropped the book he had picked up in astonishment. "Are you sure it's okay that we stay here? I mean, if you have seven other people to care for . . ."

"It's no problem, dearies, really," Molly insisted. "Bill and Charlie — they're my two oldest — moved out anyways, so that's only five, not including my husband. And he's at work most of the time. Besides, even if Bill and Charlie were still here, I could never tolerate leaving children like you in an abusive home!"

"Wow, thank you so much!" Harry spluttered. "You're amazing!"

"Yes, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Calla added, with a bright smile that Harry hadn't seen in a long time.

Molly smiled warmly, beginning up the stairs. "Anytime! Now, why don't you two wait in the sitting room while I gather my family. They've been eager to meet you."

"Eager to meet us?" Harry asked his sister breathlessly. "We've never had friends before! Except Hermione, but she's our sister." He hesitated. "You don't think that staying here will make them our brothers and sisters, do you?"

"First of all, no, they'd just be friends because nobody signed any adoption papers. Secondly, it would be brothers and sister; singular. There's only one girl in this family other than Mrs. Weasley, at least according to that photograph," Calla said, as she slouched comfortably into an armchair.

Despite this reassurance, Harry was slightly worried that they would never go back to the Grangers, who still felt like their real family. He sat on the couch next to his sister, looking stiff and uncomfortable even though the couch was soft.

And then, there was a rush of feet coming down the stairs. Looking up, five redheaded and frecklefaced children, plus Molly, now stood in front of the twins.

"Harry, Calla, these are my children. Well, the ones who still live here," Molly said. "Introduce yourselves now."

"Hello," the oldest boy said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "My name is Percy, pleased to make your acquaintance." He shook each twin's hand politely. "I'm sure that you'll be quite happy he —"

"I'm Fred —" the next boy interrupted, grinning and wrapping an arm around Harry.

"And I'm George —" an identical boy added, mimicking his doppelganger's act, wrapping his arm around Calla.

"We're twins," they finished together.

"Oh, really? I hadn't noticed," Harry asked sarcastically, just as Calla sardonically said, "Oh no, I can't believe it. So not obvious."

The Weasley twins laughed, immediately knowing that they would like these two.

"Well, I'm Ron," the youngest boy said, looking shy and embarrassed.

"Oh, are you our age?" Harry asked, trying to hide his excitement. He had always wanted a friend who was his age (and the same gender was an added bonus).

"Yeah, I was born on the first of March," Ron said, a small smile widening on his face. "You were born on the thirty-first of July, right?"

Harry nodded, already with a wide grin.

"And who are you?" Calla asked, turning her focus to the youngest and sole female child of the Weasley family.

"I'm Ginny," the ginger-haired girl mumbled, going even more red than her brother had.

"I'm Calla," Calla said, and Ginny seemed to brighten slightly.

"I know. You and your twin are my heroes!"

"Oh. Really?" Calla asked in confusion. She had known that the family knew who they were (they were about to live with them for the remainder of the summer after all), but this sounded a bit off. "Er, might I ask why?"

"Because you two defeated You-Know-Who!" Ginny exclaimed happily. "It's amazing! I've always wanted to meet you and now —"

"Ginny, Ginny dear, don't overwhelm the poor girl," Molly scolded.

Calla exchanged a glance with her twin or, at least, she meant to. But Harry seemed to be preoccupied with the Weasley boys, obviously incredibly happy to have friends. Calla sighed, knowing he hadn't heard what Ginny had said at all.

"Calla, Harry, why don't you two come with me and I'll show you your rooms? You two don't mind sharing, do you?" Molly asked, ushering the twins upstairs. "Harry, you'll be rooming with Ron, and Calla with Ginny."

"Thanks, Mrs. W," Calla muttered, entering Ginny's room with interest. She didn't bother watching Molly take Harry up to Ron's room, simply closing the door behind her.

She leaned with her back on the door, thinking about what Ginny had said. "You and your twin are my heroes . . . Because you two defeated You-Know-Who!" Confusion was flooding through her mind.

She and Harry had defeated someone? Someone who she was obviously supposed to know and didn't. And if Ginny knew them, and McGonagall knew them, and all the Weasleys had seemed to know them too . . . Maybe they were famous in the wizarding world for defeating this guy?

But who? When? How? Why? She had so many questions and she needed answers.