I do not own Harry Potter characters or plot line. I only own my OC's and my OP (original plot). So far only OC's is Mr. Dalton, Mrs. Dalton, Thea, and Matthias.

Thea Dalton: Half-Blood. Ravenclaw Prefect. Potion's Extraordinaire. Older Sister. Charlie Weasley's Best friend. Molly Weasley's Cooking Assistant. Orphan.

Thea Dalton became the soul guardian of her 8-year-old brother, Matthias, at 18 years old. They live in a small cottage near the Burrow, a place that houses all of her favorite people: the Weasley's. Thea works at St. Mungo's as a Potion Mistress, meaning she makes the potions for the healer's. One night, Thea is at the Burrow visiting Molly when an old flame pops in for a visit. This old flame happens to be the eldest Weasley son, Bill. Will the old flame still burn or will it fizz out?

Chapter 1

Thea's POV

Matthias has been away for two months and I am still trying to get used to it. Merlin, I make it sound like he is 11 and it is his first year at Hogwarts. Like Ginny, Matthias is starting his third year. There is a ten-year gap between Matthias and I. Matthias is what muggles call a miracle baby. A few years after I was born, my parents decided to try to have another baby. At first, my parents thought they'd get pregnant right away like they did with me but they were wrong. Instead of taking a few months to get pregnant again, it took her seven years to pregnant with Matthias. I was ten years old.

After Matthias was born, our mum got 'sick'. And by 'sick', I mean she got a muggle disease called post-partum depression. She could hardly look at him, let alone feed him. When dad and I noticed that Matthias wasn't gaining the right amount of weight, we took turns feeding him. When mum found out that we were feeding him, she freaked out and screamed at us. Dad would send us to the Weasley's, where Mrs. Weasley would make sure that we were feed.

I loved play with the Weasley's, so I didn't really mind but Matthias wasn't used to the ruckus that having seven kids entailed. For the first hour, Matthias was screaming at the top of his lungs. I'd tried to help Mrs. Wealsey with him but she'd take him from me, to make him a bottle, and make me go outside with the other kids. Little Ron and baby Ginny would be sitting on a blanket with Percy, while the others were playing quidditch on some miniature brooms.

Charlie was always the first person to notice me walk out and he'd jump off his broom, and greet me. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed real tight. The twins, Fred and George, were next. They ended up knocking me to the ground. Bill followed them. He was nice enough to help me up. Percy, being the weird little boy that he was, would shake my hand after Bill released me from his embrace. I'd kiss little Ron and baby Ginny on the top of the head before sitting down on the blanket. I'd watched them play for hours, glancing at the back door every few minutes.

That was the first time I stayed the night at the Burrow.

And that was the last time I saw my mum.

She killed herself, while my father was taking Matthias and I to the Weasley's. My father wasn't the same after that night. He was the shell of a man, he was when he married her. And it broke my little heart. When I turned eleven and got my acceptance letter to Hogwarts, I asked Molly to help my dad look after Matthias. I told her, I'd pay her for her help. You see, my father came from a very wealthy pureblood family that didn't believe in all that blood purity crap. My mother also came from a wealthy family. They weren't pureblood, but were still very wealthy. Mrs. Weasley had denied the money at first, so I snuck some galleons, sickles, and knuts into her money bag. I'd also put some in the letters I sent her, telling my owl not to let her return the money.

Since the death of my mum and even more so since the death of my father, Mrs. Weasley and I have formed a strong mother/daughter bond. Our bond is why I am sitting in her kitchen instead of my own.

With a warm cup of tea, I sat at the empty dining table, watching Molly cook, "Watching you cook leaves me amazed, Molly." I say, taking a sip of my tea.

She turned and smiled at me, "You'll be able to do this one day, once you've found yourself a nice lad."

I blushed, "You know, I haven't dated since I was at Hogwarts."

She waved her wooden spoon at me, "How could I forget? You dated my Bill. You two were awfully adorable together. Why did you two break up again?"

I sighed, taking a long sip of my tea, "I still had a year at Hogwarts and he was going to be a cursebreaker in Egypt for Gringotts. He thought it would be best if we stopped seeing each other." I set the cup down on the table, "And you know why I haven't dated since him."

She set the spoon down to rest her hands on her plump waist, "You cannot continue to use your little brother as an excuse, Thea. You are 23-years-old and he is 13-years-old, plus he is away at Hogwarts now. You know, Matthias has told me that he wishes you'd find someone."

I looked up at her, shocked at her statement, "When did he tell you that, Molly?"

She flicked her wand, so that the wooden spoon would mix the stew, "He told me on the platform, while he was hugging me goodbye. He wanted me to try and talk you into dating again. He is worried about you being alone."

I ran a hand through my chocolate locks, "He shouldn't be worrying about me, Molly. I am going to write him and tell him so." I stood up from the table and walked into the living area. I sat down in front of the beaten-up desk, grabbing some parchment and ink.

Molly sighed, not stopping me from writing him.

Dear Matthias,

How is the term going? I heard about the tournament coming to Hogwarts. That is exciting, right? Tournament=No Quidditch. How are you fairing? Good, I hope. I doing alright.

Molly told me something interesting tonight. She told me that you asked her to get me to start dating again. Last time I checked Matthias, I am the adult here. I don't need you trying to butt into my love life.

I am a little upset with you. Behave. Tell the others I said hello.

Love you,

Thea.

P.S. Tell Harry to try and not cause too much trouble this year.

I folded the letter, opening the back door, "Oliver!" I called, trying to find my little black owl, "Oliver!" I called again.

Hoot. Hoot.

Oliver landed on the step, just outside the doorway. I bent down, trying the letter to his leg, "Okay Oliver. I need you to take this to Matthias." He hooted and nipped at my finger. I smiled and grabbed a treat from my pocket, "Here you go." I handed it to him. He ate it quickly and took off.

I grinned as I watched him fly off. I rested my hands on my hips, blocking out whatever Molly was doing behind me. I was counting some stars when I heard a loud pop come from the living room.

Turning around, I yelled, "Molly, who just popped in?"

"Thea?"

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