Moody and Tonks had already ran inside the large brick town home, leaving me on the porch by myself. I knew I should just go ahead and go inside and say hello, but a large part of me was angry that my friends never contacted me this summer. Harry I could understand seeing he lived with his wretched aunt and uncle, but Ron surely knew I wrote to him. Hell Fred and George made sure to owl my sisters pretty much every day. "Miss. Soloria, get your arse in here girl!" I heard Moody's gruff voice call out from inside, and i shook my head realizing I had zoned out and was staring at a tree across the street. I quickly stepped inside and shut the door behind me.

"Oh Ali dear!" I heard a woman's voice shout, and looked to see Mrs.Weasley walking towards me from a kitchen off to my right. She was just like I remember her when I met her at the end of the school year, bright smile, with hair equally as bright. I smiled gently at her before she engulfed me into her arms, making me miss my mother I had said goodbye to only hours before. "Hi Mrs.Weasley" i said softly as she pulled away from me. "Ron, Harry and Hermione are right upstairs deary" She said before patting my cheeks and wandering back into the kitchen. 

I peeked inside and saw Mr.Weasley was chatting with Moody and Tonks, along with a tall man with black hair and a beard I have never seen before. I left my stuff at the bottom of the stairs before ascending up them to find my so called friends. 

This place was weird....There was a screaming portrait on the second floor, and a very angry house elf on the third. But I heard Harry's voice down the hall and was happy to finally be able to see him again. I pushed open a wooden door and saw Ron and Harry with their backs to me on one bed, with Hermione facing them. I placed a finger on my mouth when Hermione spotted me, and looked back to Harry without even a second glance. 

I silently crept up behind Harry and Ron, and when i was directly behind them i smacked them hard on the back of the head. "What the hell!" I heard Ron yell, while Harry groaned and rubbed the back of his head. "Hi, Friends!" i said adding as much sarcasm as I could to my voice to let them know I was mad at them for not writing me this summer. "Ali, Hey!" Ron said with excitement when he saw it was me behind them. I wanted to smile at my ginger friend who looked genuinely happy to see me, but a glare was all that came out.

"Harry" I said nodding to my raven haired friend who looked confused and out of place. "So, couldn't reply to me letters?" I asked placing a hand on my hip. Ron and Harry looked to each other lost, before Hermione was the one to step forward to explain like normal. "Sorry Ali, Dumbleore swore us not to write. He thought it was best that way" Hermione said. Why would Dumbledore ask my friends not to write me this summer? it doesn't make any sense.

"Don't worry, they didn't write me either" Harry mumbled leaning back on his arms, sitting back on the bed. I finally noticed how much Harry grew over the summer. His once shaggy long hair was cut into a much more manageable style, and he grew at least six inches to where he was probably taller than I was. I hated that I noticed how good he looked, and turned my head to hide the blush that reached up on my cheeks. I then plopped down on the bed beside him, while Ron did the same across from us beside Hermione.

I spent the next couple hours catching up with the three of them about the summer. I told them about Draco's visit and how much fun I had just hanging out with my siblings. Hermione vacationed with her parents on a beach in France. And Ron's summer was similar to mine and played a lot of quiditch and hung out with his brothers. Harry however had a slightly less enjoyable summer vacation. Someone sent two dementors after him and his cousin, and he was currently expelled form Hogwarts. I was shocked and furious when I heard him tell me this. His trial at the ministry was the next day, and i was contemplating sneaking away to go with him.

"Kids, dinner!" I heard Mrs.Weasley shout from the bottom of the stairs, and all four of us leaped up and started down the long staircase. Ron and Hermione managed their way down a lot quicker than Harry and I, leaving the two of us together. I looked over at Harry to see him glancing over at me from the corner of his eye. "I missed you Harry" I said softly looking over at him as we continued to walk down the long staircase. Harry looked over and blushed before his gaze turned down to his worn sneakers.

"I missed you too" Harry said right before we walked into the kitchen. The Weasleys were all seated grabbing piles of food and putting them onto their plates. I noticed Moody and Tonks were seated as well, along with Kingsley Shacklebolt another member of the order. But before I could walk over and take a seat between Ron and Hermione, a man with shaggy black hair stepped in front of me. 

"Sirius Black, I have been dying to meet you!" The man said holding out his large hand to me. This was Harry's godfather, the one he was ranting on about since I have known him. I placed my tiny hand in his and shook it gently. "Really?" I asked with a raised eyebrow as to why Sirius Black would want to meet me. "Of course! You saved my godson during the tri-wizard tournament. And everyone has heard of your extraordinary powers" He said, making me grow weary that my powers had gotten out to more people than I would have liked.

"Can you show me?" Sirius asked eagerly as he pulled me off to the side of the kitchen. I noticed Harry was standing behind me, watching our encounter with a raised eyebrow. And everyone at the table was glancing over at us as well, probably wanting to see my powers for themselves. "Sirius, I don't mean any disrespect. But if I wanted to I could kill everyone in this room with a single look. It isn't something I like to brag about" I said with a sigh and a shake of my head before taking a seat at the table and grabbing some food. 

I swore I wouldn't use these powers on anybody, I didn't want to unintentionally hurt someone. But I had a feeling that soon i wasn't going to have a choice, and I was going to have to use them whether I wanted to or not.