It was morning, early morning. Ron was still sleeping – with his mouth open, snoring loudly in the bed next to Harry's bed. Harry tried to get back to sleep again, but the past events of the week seemed to haunt him. He got up from the bed, and soundlessly walked out of the room. It seemed all of the Weasleys were asleep, as no sound in the house could be heard – very unnatural, as the infamous troublemakers Fred and George Weasley lives there.

But when he came down into the kitchen, he saw a person he'd never seen there before, a woman to be exact. She was sitting with her back to him, and apparently hadn't noticed anyone walking down the stair – it must have been all the tip toeing walking down the stairs at the dursleys that had made him able to walk soundless down a stair. She had long red hair, just reaching the middle of her back. It was straight, and seemed to be very well kept. He had heard Ron speaking of another sister, beside Ginny, named Charlotte but Harry had never actually met her.

"You know, you could just come down here and say hello to me" She said still with her back to the stair. Her voice was very calm, and almost had an amused tone to it. Harry walked down the four last steps, and walked around to look at her. "Oh Merlin – I thought it was one of my brothers" She said, her eyes darting toward harry forehead; it only rested there for a second, before she smiled at him. "So you're Harry?" She asked, though harry knew she probably knew it was him too. He nodded, still taking in her appearance – unlike Ginny and the twins; she had bright blue eyes, just like Mr. Weasley and Ron. Her skin was a little tan, but not as much as Charlie's was, and she had almost no freckles, she had the same nose as Mrs. Weasley, and a kind heart shaped face.

She eyed the chair next to Harry "Want to sit?" She offered. Harry nodded again, and seated on the chair.

"Ron has told me about you – and Hermione, of course, is she here too? I'd love to meet her, she sounds very smart from what Ron has told me" She smiled.

"Yes, she's here too" Harry frowned. "Uhm, how come you weren't at the quidditch finals? Ron says everyone in his family is crazy about quidditch"

"Oh – well, almost everyone are, but not me – when I was four, and Bill was five, Bill had a little toy broom, mind you it didn't fly very high, but he urged me to try it, and I fell down and broke my arm, and I haven't flown since" She smiled at him, not conflicted at all about sharing that piece of information with him. "So, you can guess I don't like quidditch very much either"

"But you weren't in Egypt with them last year, either, were you?" Harry tried to remember the photo Ron had sent to him from Egypt, where everyone in Ron's family had been in the summer between their 2nd and 3rd year.

"No, I'm still very sorry I couldn't join them – I was working, you see I'm a healer, and we don't just take vacation unplanned, so I had to bite the sour apple, and take a trip to Italy myself later that year" She smiled with a shrug.

"You're a healer?" Harry had heard of healers, of course, but he had never actually met one. She nodded.

"Not as romantic as it sounds though – there is a lot of paperwork involved" she chuckled.

"I don't think it sounds romantic"

"Yeah – Well you're the first one then, kiddo. I don't know how many teenagers drop out the first year, because they think it's all about curing diseases, all the time, when in reality that is only 30% of the job description. There is so much paperwork to be done, it's insane – but those few who find peace in doing that, those are the ones who survive" She smiled at Harry for a few seconds, before scrunching her nose. "What are you doing up so early, anyway, it's an ungodly hour if you ask me"

"Well, what are you doing up, then?"

"Oh, I only just got off work an hour ago, and since I now have vacation like every other witch or wizard, I decided I wanted to spend it here – and that mum have been begging me to come spend it with the family since everyone are together now" She grinned at him. "But you didn't answer my question"

"Oh, I couldn't sleep, so I thought I would go down here instead" He shrugged.

"Oh well, you know what I do whenever I can't sleep – I imagine everything I want to happen, and either I have worked out an entire scenario of a novel I could write, or I fall asleep within 5 minutes – usually it's the latter" She smirked. She looked at the clock, noticing it was only 5 in the morning, before looking back at harry "Now, I suggest you walk up to bed again, as my mum surely will fuss over you later, or you take a few rounds around the house, running mind you, and then walk up to bed again – trust me, my mum will fuss over you" she made it sound like a warning, and Harry did know just how capable Mrs. Weasley was of fussing. So he smiled at her, and did what she said. When he lay in his bed, he tried to imagine Gryffindor winning the house cup, but like Charlotte had said, he fell asleep in what he guessed to be within 5 minutes again.

Charlotte looked at the stair while Harry walked up to bed again – he seemed like an alright kid, a bit quiet, but that might just be because she babbled on – she was a Weasley after all.

She, herself, felt a bit tired so instead of waking up the others, she walked into the living room, and instantly fell asleep on the sofa.

Three hours later, she was rudely awoken from her sleep, by the sound of people arguing in the kitchen. She could hear her mum's voice, booming over those of her little brothers' Fred, George, and Ron – what had they been up to now?

She rose, groggily, from the sofa, and walked into the kitchen. "What's with the yelling?" She asked, ruffling her hair that already was a big tangled mess. The kitchen instantly became quiet, at every pair of eyes in the kitchen turned to her – including her mum's. Had she forgotten to tell she was coming over to stay? – No, she told her dad, and he promised he would tell her mum. Obviously, he hadn't.

"Charlotte – what are you doing here? I thought you would be busy working this summer" Her mum rushed over to her, and gave her a tight hug.

"I told dad I would be coming over – I got three weeks' vacation in the last minute" She said, struggling with her mum's tight grip on her. She could barely breathe. Her mum pulled away, and looked her over. You're much too thin dear Charlotte thought, knowing that was what her mother would say.

"You're much too thin, dear. Come have some breakfast" She ushered Charlotte over to sit next to Bill, who had been grinning this entire time. Ron and Harry were sitting next to each other, and while Ron was finishing chewing off the food he had in his mouth, Harry smiled at Charlotte.

"You look great" Bill whispered to her, in contrast to their mum's comment. Charlotte grinned.

"I know" She whispered back, and added "I like the earring" as she saw his ear. A little fang like object was dangling from his ear, contributing to this rock star look he had going. Charlie and Ginny still weren't down, and their dad was absent as well. But a bushy haired girl was sitting next to Ron on his left side, looking at Charlotte, almost trying to figure out who she was, without asking any questions. Ron had, in that moment, finished chewing off his food, and nodded to Charlotte.

"Harry, Hermione, this is my sister Charlotte, she's the second oldest of us" Ron beamed, he leaned into harry and added "She's a healer too" Harry grinned back.

"He knows" Charlotte said, taking some toast and marmalade onto her plate.

"You do?" Ron asked Harry. Charlotte looked up, and saw Ron had a very confused expression. Harry nodded.

"I met her earlier – I couldn't sleep" he admitted. Charlotte turned to Fred and George while Harry told the story about how he had walked downstairs and found her sitting there to Ron. "So" She said to them, gaining their attention. They had been sitting huddled together ever since she entered the kitchen.

"Yes" Fred started

"- Sister, dear?" George finished. Charlotte really hated when they did that.

"What have you two been up to, I've heard some rumours that you're producing – "

"Nothing!"Ron instantly interjected, looking in the direction of their mum. Turning her head, Charlotte noticed her mum standing with her hands on her hips, looking in the direction of Fred and George in a very stern way, a way Charlotte never wished to have anyone look at her.

Fred and George hurriedly got up from their chairs "Uh, we'll talk to you later, sis" they said in unison, and scurried up the stairs. Charlotte stared at the stair puzzled. She had definitely missed out on something.

Instead she turned to Ron's friend, Hermione. "Ron tells me you're the cleverest witch in your year, is that true?"

Hermione flushed red – she could be a Weasley with that colour, and looked at Ron, who smiled brightly. "Well, maybe not the cleverest" She said quietly.

"Please – you're even smarter than those Ravenclaws" Ron huffed, but grinned. "None of them can even hold a hair to you"

"Hey, hey – Ravenclaws are not bad" Charlotte said, feigned hurt. She had been the only one in the Weasley family to not be sorted into Gryffindor, but into Ravenclaw instead.

"Just because you were one" Ron muttered. Hermione brightened up.

"You were a Ravenclaw?" She asked curiously.

"I was – the shame of the family" She said sarcastically, and smiled to her mother.

"Oh, nonsense – your father and I were very proud of you" she turned to Hermione "Prefect, and headgirl"

"Mum, I was all those things too" bill said, sounding slightly hurt, though knowing bill, like charlotte did, she knew he wasn't hurt at all.

"Oh – we're proud of all of you, no matter the house!" she retorted, piling some more bacon onto Harry's plate.

When everyone had finished breakfast, including Charlie and Ginny when they came down, Charlotte was offered to go upstairs and rest in her old room – right now it was inhabited by teenagers, but she gladly accepted, feeling tired as ever, and fell asleep as soon as she hit the pillow.

When she awoke again, it was noon. Everyone was either up on the hill playing quidditch, or in Hermione's case, reading a book.

Charlotte walked over to her, and apparently had frightened the girl, as she made an involuntary jump.

"Oh, sorry – didn't mean to frighten you" Charlotte apologized, looking down at the girl. She leaned back and read the front cover of the book. "Basics of an animagus, how to tell between an animagus and an animal" She read out loud, she cocked an eyebrow at the younger girl "Why are you reading up on animagi? You aren't supposed to cover those until 6th year"

Hermione's cheek became red. "I've come across the subject before, and, uh, wanted to know a little more" she said carefully.

"Oh – well, I know a lot about animagi, so you can just ask – or wait till the year starts again, and ask Professor McGonagall, I'm sure she's shown you all about her little trick" Charlotte grinned, as Hermione nodded with a smile.

"Yeah, she has" Hermione looked up into Charlottes eyes "Do you know anything about the law of it – I mean I know it isn't legal to be an animagus without registering with the ministry, but how do you register?" She asked curiously. Charlotte frowned, and tried to remember what she had been told.

"Well, first of all – you need to inform the ministry that you're planning on becoming one first, then tell them the detail of which animal you will become. Then, after you have succeeded in becoming the animal in question, you need to tell them about a specific trait that tells you are the animal, like McGonagall with the circles around her eyes, or it could be a specific marking on the leg or nose, something special like that. Tell the colour, the height, weight, tail length if the animal has a tail, or wing length if it's an animal with wings" Charlotte recited. She frowned at the girl "You're not planning on becoming one, are you?"

"No, no – I'm just interested in the subject. Before I came to Hogwarts, I never even knew of magic, so to be able to transform into an animal, is a huge thing for me" Hermione explained. Charlotte smiled, and patted the girl on the shoulder.

"Don't worry – my best friend is a muggle born too – he's a bit stubborn though, and sometimes he can be a nuisance, but that's how friends are like – he's in Australia now though." Charlotte smiled. Hermione let out a huff.

"Yes, I know what you mean, Ronald can be so daft sometimes – I mean" She looked at Charlotte cautiously as she trailed off, but Charlotte merely laughed.

"Don't worry – I feel the same way, but he's very loveable in the end" Charlotte looked around "Now, have you seen my mother anywhere, I need to say something to her"

"I think she's out in the yard" Hermione said, looking toward the back yard.

"Right, thanks" She made a move to leave, but looked to Hermione who already was reading in her book again "remember, I don't want to hear anything about you becoming an animagus now" she grinned. The girl looked up, and nodded reassuringly, before Charlotte walked out in the back yard, and right Hermione was, her mum was indeed in the back yard, trying to fix the garden.

"Mum" Charlotte called, and her mum turned her attention to her.

"Oh good, you're up dear, I need someone to get fetch the boys for lunch" She said, wiping her forehead.

"Um, actually mum, I was going to tell you, that I would be going home for a few hours, to pack some clothes, and leave my flat in a state where I can be away for three weeks" She smiled.

"Oh, of course, dear – I hadn't even thought about that, seeing you all here makes me think you're all still living here" She said a bit too sad if you asked Charlotte, but she smiled none the less.

"Don't worry mum, I will come back – I just need a shower and some clean clothes, trust me, you do not want me to go around in these clothes for three weeks" Charlotte grinned. Her mum eventually waved her off, and Charlotte returned to her flat in London. It was a messy state she returned to. She wasn't the big cleaner, and it really showed. But with one flick of her wand, the flat was cleaned, and everything flew over at the place where it was supposed to be – even if its place was in the kitchen sink.

She would then go out into the, now not so, messy kitchen. She made the dishes, glasses, and silverware clean itself, and put itself in its place. The fridge, which her father always was very interested in every time he visited her, was cleaned out of food, and her cabinets cleaned as well – might as well do it now, instead of later. She walked into the bedroom, while the kitchen literally cleaned itself; she took her clothes off down to her underwear, and threw her dirty clothes in the hamper, which luckily, wasn't as full as it used to be. She took some fresh underwear from the closet, and went out into the bathroom.

When she was done showering, she pulled on some fresh clothes, and packed the rest – she didn't really have much clean clothes left, so she just took what was clean. She also packed her toilet stuff, seeing as she would be staying there for three weeks, and she did not want to share clean utensils with her brothers, again. When she came out into the kitchen, she saw to her satisfaction that the kitchen had cleaned itself, and every dish and glass were at their rightful place in the cabinet just above the sink, and the silverware had tucked itself away in the shelf.

She noticed the time – she had already been away for one hour, but she needed to relax a little before returning to the burrow – all the hassle that had already been going on, in just the time she had been there. True, she sometimes missed living with her family, but it could all be really stressful, and Charlotte was not about being stressful. But she wasn't finished packing yet, so instead she turned her attention on that.

Around afternoon, she returned to the burrow, seeing with delight that her father had come home from a long day at work. He was very happy that she had decided to stay with them over the summer, as had bill and Charlie, but seemed mostly happy because they were now all together, with a few additions to the family with Hermione and Harry there. The house was very crowded the next few days, as Bill and Charlie would be staying there another week. Charlotte slept in her old room, together with Hermione, and Ginny, as Bill and Charlie shared Ginny's room, so that Percy could have his own room, and as could Fred and George.

Charlotte had almost seen nothing of Percy, as he spent most of his time in his room, working on kettle information for the ministry department he was working in. She shared a few conversations with him, and saw him at breakfast, and occasionally lunch and dinner – though not necessarily both. Charlotte had found it incredible he hadn't become a Ravenclaw as well, as he was certainly one of the most ambitious members of the family.

It was nice, for once, to be able to relax and not think about being summoned to the hospital, she loved being with her family, and have fun with them.