Chapter 1 ✔️

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A/N: This chapter has been changed from first POV to third POV. The edited and ongoing version of this book available on my profile is also written entirely in third POV.

"Leigh, wake up. You've got to leave early."

Analeigh groaned exaggeratedly, earning an unamused scoff from the person shaking her awake. When her eyes finally opened and was met with her mother's face hovering above hers, she jumped away slightly and was finally brought out of her initial sleepy state.

"For Merlin's sake, Mom," said Analeigh, putting a hand to her chest. "You scared me."

Analeigh's mother, Grace, rolled her eyes at her daughter and merely shrugged. "You have fifteen minutes to finish packing and get dressed. You have to Floo to the Burrow soon if you want to make it."

Once again, Analeigh groaned loudly as she ran her hands through her dirty blonde hair. "What time is it, anyways?"

"Around five."

"Five?" Analeigh gasped disbelievingly to her mom's figure as she left the room.

"Molly told me you lot have a bit of a walk to get there!"

Analeigh sighed and grudgingly got up from her bed. She picked up her rucksack full of the things she needed for an overnight stay— she would be watching the Quidditch World Cup with Hermione, Harry and the Weasleys. She had met them the previous year when she first transferred to Hogwarts and had only gotten to know Hermione well due to the many classes they took. But the reason she truly became close to her and the others was when Analeigh witnessed Ron Weasley being bitten and dragged to the Whomping Willow by a large, black dog who she later learned was the notorious murderer Sirius Black. Of course, he was proved innocent but had to escape again due to some circumstances, but that's a tale for another time. To make it brief, despite Analeigh's extreme confusion in all the events, she tried to help the famous Golden Trio. It also turns out that she's distantly related to the Blacks and even more distantly related to the Weasleys. It didn't shock her much considering she's a pureblood and though her mother is French, her father is from England and they all currently live there.

Half an hour had almost passed when Analeigh had finally finished getting ready. She rushed down the stairs wearing jeans, a white jumper, and her bag slung over her shoulder.

"Mom, dad, I'm leaving!" the blonde yelled when she didn't spot her parents anywhere near the living room.

As she neared the fireplace, her mother came out from the kitchen. "Your father is at the Ministry already, but I'll tell him you said bye," she explained. "Au revoir, dear! Have fun."

Analeigh gave her mother a swift kiss on the cheek. She then grabbed a handful of the Floo powder, stepped into the fireplace, then clearly said, "The Burrow!" before she was engulfed in the bright, green flames as she was sucked into nowhere.

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"Ouch! Bloody hell— oops."

Analeigh stumbled into the Burrow, coughing and cursing at practically everything. Once she was successfully out of the fireplace, she took a look at her surroundings only to find Hermione, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley there.

"Analeigh, dear! It's good to see you!" Mrs. Weasley said at once, dropping the plate of food she held to make her way to the girl. The plump woman brought her into a hug, taking her by surprise— she had only met Mrs. Weasley at the train station at the end of their third year, then during one shopping trip to Diagon Alley once when her own mother, Grace, tagged along.

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