I wake up to find Bonnie leaning over me.

"Bonnie!" I exclaim as I sit up. Wow, she scared me-rule number 1, never try to scare me intentionally.

"Morning-you've got a letter," She grins and hands me a letter.

I grab the letter out of her hand. It reads:

Dear Sarah and Bonnie,

Hi. First question: why haven't you been returning my owls?
Anyway, Mum wants to know if you two want to come here for the rest of the summer. We understand if you don't want to, but we're just offering.
Send us your answer soon,

Ron.

"So?" Bonnie asks.

"Ron's just asked us if we want to come over for the rest of the summer."

"Us? Let me read-" she snatches the letter out of my hand. "Hey! Why wasn't I addressed on the envelope?"

I giggle. "I dunno."

She sighs. "Lets ask Dad if we can go."

Bonnie and I race downstairs to the kitchen where Dad is cooking breakfast.

"Dad?" I ask.

"Yes honey?"

"Um, Ron just sent us an owl asking if we can go to his place for the rest of the summer. Can we go?"

"Of course you can."

"Thank you so much Dad. We'll send an owl now," I say and I run back upstairs to get some parchment and a quill.

Dear Ron,

Sorry I haven't been returning your owls, I didn't know you sent any as I never received them.
Bonnie and I would love to come visit. When should we come? We can come by floo powder if you have a fireplace?

Sarah

I send the letter with Swoops. Please hope he replies soon.

I just sit around in my room reading until I hear a crack.

I snap up and I see a house-elf on my bed. I close my book.-.

I know it's a house-elf because we used to have one when Mum died, but Dad set her free when we got older and could help around. Her name was Molly.

"Can I help you?" I ask the house-elf.

"Sarah Potter. I am Dobby. Dobby the House-Elf," he says.

Dobby. Cute name.

"Hello Dobby. How do you know who I am and why are you here?" I ask kindly.

"I know all about you, Sarah Potter. About how you escaped the Dark Lord with a scar on your wrist. But that is not the point, miss. I have come to tell you that...it is difficult, Dobby wonders where to begin."

"Why don't you just make it simple?" I suggest.

"Sarah Potter, Dobby has come to tell you to not got back to Hogwarts."

I stare at Dobby.

"Wh-what do you mean, I can't go back to Hogwarts. I have to, I have school and friends," I say.

"No, no, no, Sarah Potter," Dobby says, shaking his head. "Sarah Potter must stay where she is safe. She is too great, too good, to lose. If Sarah Potter goes back to Hogwarts, she will be in mortal peril."

"Why will I be in mortal peril, Dobby?" I ask.

"There is a plot, Sarah Potter," Dobby says. "A plot to make most terrible things happen at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year," He starts to tremble. "Dobby has known for months, Miss. Sarah Potter must not out herself in danger. She is too important, miss!"

"Terrible things?" I ask. "Who's plotting them?"

"I-can't-say," Dobby says and starts banging his head on the bed post.

"Dobby, stop," I say pulling him away.

"I can see that you can't say. But why are you warning me?" I think of something and gasp. "Does this have to do with Vol - sorry - You-Know-Who?"

"No, not You-Know-Who, miss," Dobby says.

I wonder who would try to make bad things happen at Hogwarts then. But, this is a House-Elf telling me this, it probably isn't true.

"Dobby," I say. "I have to go back. Like I said, I have school and friends-"

"Friends who don't even write to Sarah Potter?"

"Hang on," I say. "How do you know if my friends haven't been writing?"

Dobby shuffles his feet. "Sarah Potter mustn't be angry with Dobby-Dobby did it for the best-"

"Have you got my letters?" I ask.

I am angry with Dobby. If he has my letters...that's like invading my privacy.

"Dobby has them here, Miss," Dobby says. He pulls out a thick stack of envelopes. My letters. I see one on top that has Hermione's handwriting.

"Give me those, now," I say.

"No," Dobby says. "Only if you tell Donby that you won't go back to school, miss."

"Fine!" I say. "Just give my the letters."

"Promise," Dobby says.

"Promise," I say, crossing my fingers behind my back.

Dobby reluctant hands over my letters.

"Thank you Dobby," I say taking them. "And I am going back to Hogwarts."

Dobby stares. "No, you can't, miss. It is dangerous. Sarah Potter must not put herself in danger-"

"I will be fine, Dobby. You can't stop me from going back to Hogwarts."

Dobby has no choice but to accept that I'm going back to Hogwarts. He disappears with a crack.

Good. Now I can go through my letters.

A lot of them are asking why I haven been replying or Ron asking if we could come over and stay. I got a few from Hagrid wishing me a happy birthday and a few letters asking me about my holidays. I've gotten none from Amy or Harry-not that I need any from Harry.

I soon go downstairs, sit on the lounge and go back to reading my book that I was reading before Dobby came. Snow soon comes and sits on my lap.

Later that afternoon, Swoops flies in with a letter. A reply already?

I quickly detach the letter and read it:

Dear Sarah,

It's great that you and Bonnie can visit. Mum said you can come around 11 tomorrow if that suits you. And yes, we do have a fireplace so you can floo here.

Ron

Ps: when you floo-say 'the Burrow'.

Great! I am so excited!

"Bon!" I yell upstairs.

She comes down. "What?"

"Ron said we can come tomorrow, okay?"

"Yes!" She jumps up and down. I look at her weirdly-does she have a crush on Ron? Or is she just excited to see our friend?

She runs back upstairs I'm guessing to pack.

I gently put Snow down to go and pack.

Dad's gone out to get groceries so I just I'll just wait for him to come back so that I can tell him.

While I wait, I scurry around the Bonnie's bedroom for my things-yes, we've only been here for a few weeks and I've already made a mess-and stuff them in my trunk.

I double check before I go into my bedroom. I had already put most of my clothes and collectables in there so I put them in my trunk too-also grabbing a rucksack as some things didn't fit.

Once I finish, I hear the door open and close downstairs. Dads back.

I run downstairs to tell him the small news.

"Dad!" I yell.

"Woah, sweetie, I only just got back, what's up?"

"The roof," I say and Dad chuckles. "Anyway, Ron replied and said that we can come tomorrow at eleven, that okay?"

"Sure sweetie, just make sure you pack-"

"Already done that."

"Did you get everything?"

"Yep."

"What about Bonnie?"

"I don't know about her-I'll check."

I run back upstairs to Bonnie's room. As I thought-she's packing.

"How's it going Bon?"

"Hm, fine," She says, looking under her bed.

"Want any help?" I ask-she doesn't look remotely finished. At least between Bonnie and I, I am the tidiest.

"Thanks. Can you just help me find stuff?"

"Yep," I say and I start going through her drawers for her clothes.

Her trunk is open in the bed with only her school stuff. I neatly fold the clothes and place them inside, moving to her bedside table while Bonnie searches under her bed.

Soon we are done.

"That it?" I ask, slapping my hands together.

"I think so," Bonnie says, checking her drawers again. She nods to say that everything is packed.

"Girls," Dad yells up the stairs. "Dinner!"

"Finally," I sigh as I run downstairs.

I slowly eat the roast lamb Dad was cooking-roast lamb is my favourite.

By the time I'm finished it's nearly seven o'clock.

I go upstairs after helping Dad wash up and I read.

I later fall asleep and dream about the events of tomorrow.

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"Bonnie, wake up! Wake up!" I shaking Bonnie awake. It's eight o'clock-three hours until we leave to Ron's.

She groans.

I really should not wake her up of a morning. Lesson number 1, never wake Bonnie Lupin up before nine a.m.

"Come on! Three hours until we leave!" I almost yell, jumping on her bed.

"Alright!" She says opening her eyes and sitting up. Her jaw suddenly drops.

"What?" I ask. "Is there something on my face?"

"No, your hair-it's blue-no purple-no green-"

"What?" I say not believing her. I look in Bonnie's mirror.

I scream at the sight. My hair is blue! What happening?

"Bonnie, what's happening?" I ask urgently.

"I don't know. Ask Dad," Bonnie says.

Run to Dad's room. He's not there-maybe he's in the kitchen. I run downstairs and into the kitchen to where Dad's cooking pancakes.

When he sees me, he drops the spoon he's holding.

"Honey, what did you do to your hair-it's bright pink!"

I take a new strand of my hair-it is pink now! Hell, what's happening?

"Dad, what's going on?" I ask, feeling scared.

"I really don't know sweetie-"

He gasps.

"What?"

"I know what this could be-" he goes out of the kitchen, leaving the bowl of mixture.

What is he doing? Ugh, WHAT IS HAPPENING?

Dad comes back in with a book-a big book at that.

"I thought so," He mutters. "Honey, look-read," He says pointing at the page that's open.

I go over and read the first word.

'Metamorphmagus'.

Metamorphmagus? I can't be one.

I think back to what Dumbledore said last year. "Your mother cast a protection spell on you-therefore, no one can hurt you-it means that Lord Voldemort cannot harm you, even through someone else. The spell can also give a special gift. Have you noticed anything yet?" This must be what it is-my special 'gift'. "It should happen soon, whatever it is" It has to be metamorphism.

"Am I that?" I ask.

"I think so-I have seen this before," Dad says.

"You have?"

"Yes. There was a girl are few years below me at school. I didn't know her name though," He says.

I nod. "How do I stop this?" I ask, pointing at my hair.

"Well, it should happen naturally. Then, after that, you should be able to change your appearance at will."

Cool! I can change my hair, my eyes, my face-anything-not that I want to-but I'll try it out.

"Cool. Thanks Dad-"

"Take the book-it should help you out."

I take the book. "Thanks," I say again.

I go upstairs to where Bonnie has gotten dressed into a midnight blue dress that she bought on our birthday.

"Pretty," I say.

"Thanks. So, do you know what's happening with your hair?" Bonnie asks.

I grin. "Yep. I'm a metamorphmagus!"

She gasps. "Really? That is so cool!"

"I know right," I say. "I'm gonna get dressed."

"Okay." I leave.

I change into a white tank top that has 'be yourself' printed on in pink-I think it suits me perfectly-I put on a pair of black denim shorts and white converse. I then put on a bit of lip gloss and brush through my long red-which has gone back to blue-hair, leaving it out.

Satisfied with my looks, I go downstairs for pancakes-I hope Dad made chocolate ones for me.

Damn. He didn't. I still eat them up anyway.

One hour until we leave to Ron's place. What am I to say in the fireplace? 'Weasley house'?

I quickly grab the letter Ron sent yesterday. A-ha! He says to say 'The Burrow'. Will do.

Five minutes until we leave and I'm standing outside the fireplace with my trunk. I'm so excited.

One minute left. I step into the fireplace, grabbing powder on the way.

"The Burrow!" I say, chucking the powder at my feet.

As usual, I go through the spinning sensation.

Splat!

Once again I fall.

"Is that you Sarah? Bonnie?" Someone says-a lady.

A redheaded lady comes around the corner. It's Mrs Weasley.

"Sarah, dear, are you okay?" She asks, helping me up.

"I'm fine thank you," I say.

I see her look at me weirdly. It's the hair.

I look around. We must be in the dining room. The dining table is huge. It's really long-well, considering how many brothers Ron has, including his sister...

I then walk around the corner and there's the kitchen. This is so cool. I've never seen magic like this-she has a scrubber magically scrubbing pans, floating tea towels drying plates and cups as they fly to the shelves, then hundreds of cookbooks lining the shelves, millions of plates and drawers. I love it.

I hear a smack on the floor. Bonnie's here! She never falls...

"Hello, Bonnie, dear," Mrs Weasley says.

"Hello, Mrs Weasley," Bonnie says politely.

Mrs Weasley sits us down and gives us some crackers.

"When you're finished, the boys are outside de-gnoming the garden," Mrs Weasley tells us, pointing to a door next to the kitchen.

"Thank you," I say and I get up. "I'm full."

"Are you sure, dear? There's plenty and your bone skinny."

"I'm fine thank you, I had a big breakfast."

"Okay dear."

I make my way outside through the door Mrs Weasley showed me. Oh, Mrs Weasley, she's so sweet.

Harry, Ron, Fred and George are all throwing gnomes over their heads to get them over the garden wall.

I see Harry throw a rather large gnome over his head and it goes far over the garden wall.

"Nice throw Harry," I say loudly.

He whips around, so does Ron, Fred and George.

"Sarah!" He exclaims, running over to me.

"Woah buddy, calm down. You saw me just two days ago," I say, shaking my head.

He chuckles. "What happened to your hair? When did you get here?"

"Slow down. I'll tell you about my hair later, and I got here about fifteen minutes ago," I state.

"Really?" Ron says.

"Yeah. Remember, you said eleven in your letter-it's eleven-fifteen or so now..." I say. Wow he is forgetful.

"Right."

"Hey there,Sarah!" Fred and George say in sync.

"Fred! George!" I exclaim and I go to hug them.

"Woah! And you tell Harry to calm down," Fred chuckles.

I give him a 'shut up' look.

"What have you been doing all summer?" Fred asks.

"Dying your hair?" George jokes

"Shut up," I punch him in the arm. "Not much. Just, you know, moved houses, painted new bedrooms, went shopping-no biggie." I say.

"You moved?" George asked.

"From where to where?" Fred asks.

"Yes, I did. And we moved from Godric's Hollow to Little Whinging. In fact, next door to Harry," I laugh.

"Next door? Are you a stalker?" They ask playfully.

"Uh-no," I say, giggling.

Ron and Harry are chucking gnomes again.

"Done!" Ron exclaims after one, rather large gnome, flies over the wall.

"Good. Should we go inside? Bonnie's there," I say.

"Nah, we'll be out here," George says.

"We'll go inside. Coming Sarah?" Ron says.

"Nah, I'll just talk with Fred and George," I say.

Harry gives me a look as to say 'please'.

"Later," I tell him and I walk over to Fred and George.

Fred, George and I start wondering around the yard talking about our summers.

"So, what is with your hair?" Fred asks. "Why is it blue?"

"Well, this morning I found out from Bonnie that my hair was blue, so I asked Dad what was happening-he gave me a book-and...I'm a metamorphmagus!"

They stare at me. "A metamorphmagus?" They ask in sync.

"Yep," I say popping the p.

"Cool. So you can change your looks?"

"U-huh. But only when this," I point to my hair. "Goes and when I have mastered changing."

"Wicked."

There's an awkward pause.

"So," I say. "Have you guys thought of any pranks for this year?"

"Of course! We thought we could..."

"You haven't have you?" I ask.

"No," They say, frowning.

"We'll come up with some though."

"Definitely."

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That night, we sit at the table eating a scrumptious dinner, served by Mrs Weasley.

Halfway through eating my mashed potato, I hear a crack outside.

"Did someone just apparate? Or is something going on outside?" I ask.

"That must be Arthur," Mrs Weasley says.

She must mean Ron's Dad.

Within seconds, the door opens and Mr Weasley comes in.

"What a night," he says. "Nine raids, nine!"

"Raids?" I ask.

"Oh, hello. You must be Sarah. And you must be Bonnie." Mr Weasley says to me and Bonnie. He looks at me weirdly too. It's definitely the hair...

"Hello. What are raids?" I ask again.

"Raids? Well, they're...it's hard to explain..." He trails off.

Even though I grew up in the wizarding world, I don't know what a 'raid' is.

"O-kay..." I say.

There's an awkward silence in the room.

"Hey Sarah, Bonnie-come upstairs. I'll show you my room and where you'll both be sleeping," Ron says, beckoning Harry as well.

Harry, Ron, Bonnie and I all get up and go up three flights of stairs-their house is huge. Ron stops here and points to a door that says 'Ginny's room'.

"You guys'll be sleeping in here. Ginny's in there," He says.

We go up another two flights of stairs until we reach a door that says 'Ron's room'.

I walk in to a massive punch of orange. Orange walls, orange bed-spread-even the ceiling-which is very low.

I then look to the walls to see them covered in posters of a Quidditch team: The Chudley Cannons. I don't go for them, I go for the Holyhead Harpies-an all-girl Quidditch team.

"You go for the Chudley Cannons?" I ask, knowing the answer.

"Yeah," He says.

"Aren't they like last in the league?" I ask.

"Ninth," He says quickly. He clears his throat. "Who do you go for?"

"Holyhead Harpies," I state happily.

"Ginny goes for them," Ron says.

I nod. Maybe Ginny and I'll get along.

I look around the room. All of Ron's spell books are stacked in the corner of the room, next to a pile of comics-wizard comics. Ron's wand is lying on a fish tank full of frogspawn on the windowsill, next to his gross rat, Scabbers.

I go over to the window and see gnomes sneaking back into the garden. 'Sneaky little buggers' I think.

I turn back to Ron, who is waiting for my opinion, also giving the same look for Bonnie who is still looking around.

"It's a bit small," He says quickly.

"It's pretty cool. Just a bit too much orange-"

"I love it!" Bonnie says. "Especially the posters-I go for the Chudley Cannons too!"

Ron beams at her.

"So," Harry says. "What's up with your hair?"

"This morning, Bonnie told me that my hair kept changing colours, then I went to ask Dad what was happening, he gave me a book and it told me that I'm a metamorphmagus!"

"Cool!" Ron says.

"What's a metamorphmagus?" Harry asks.

"It's a sort of power that allows you to change you looks at will," I tell him.

"That's pretty cool. Why haven't you changed you hair back to red?"

"Because I have to wait until this goes and I master the powers."

"Nice."

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"Hi, I'm Ginny," Ginny says, taking Bonnie and I to her room.

"I know. I'm-"

"I know who you are of course. You're Sarah Potter, and you're Bonnie..."

"Lupin," Bonnie says angrily. I don't think she likes it when people know who I am and not her. I feel sorry for Bonnie.

"Well," Ginny says. "That's your bed Sarah," she points to a bed next to hers-near the window. "And that's yours," She says to Bonnie, pointing to a bed on the wall next to the door.

"Thanks," Bonnie mumbles. I don't think she likes Ginny.

"Thanks Ginny," I say.

"Can I ask," she says awkwardly. "What's with your hair?"

I sigh. I'm going to keep having to repeat this story. I'm just going to tell her the fact. "Well...I'm a metamorphmagus-which means I can alter my appearance at will."

"Wicked."

"That's what Fred and George said."

We giggle and I fall on to the bed.

It's not comfy-but it's alright. I lay here thinking.

I bolt up.

"What's wrong?" Ginny asks.

"Where's Snow?"

"Snow?"

"Snowball-my cat."

"Oh, is she small and fluffy and white?"

I nod.

"Yeah, she's downstairs."

I race down the many flights of stairs.

"What's wrong dear?" Mrs Weasley asks kindly.

"Do you know where my cat-Snowball-is?"

"Uh, no. But she should be down here somewhere."

I quickly start searching until I find Snow curled up under the dining table.

"Snow," I call. I pick her up.

She purrs.

"I love you too, Snowball," I coo.

I take Snow upstairs and she curls up on my bed.

I fall onto the bed and instantly fall asleep.

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A/N

Hey guys.

What do you think? Do you like Sarah being a metamorphmagus? If you want, comment what you think.

Just letting you know, if there are any mistakes-I'm sorry, I haven't edited this story yet.

That all I wanted to say.

Bai :)