Chapter 1:
"Kara Marin Ayres get your butt out of that bed this instant! You are going to be late!" I groaned, pulled a pillow over my face and rolled over. It turned out that I rolled too far over and I ended up face first on the floor. I curled up on the floor, waiting until the very last minute. "Kara I will tell you one last time, the Weasleys are waiting for you to go to Diagon Alley. If you do not get up this instant they will leave without you." With that I bolted straight up and sprinted down the hall into the bathroom.
I hopped into the shower, quickly washing my hair and then drying it. I scrambled back to my room and threw on a gray sweater with black skinny jeans and gray converse. I grabbed a pink and silver bracelet and some pink earrings. Grabbing a piece of toast I hopped into the fire place and picked up some floo powder. "NUMBER TWELVE GRIMMAULD PLACE!" I shouted, clearly and I was instantly transported into the Weasley's current living room. The twins were in the living room, smiling evilly at something they did to Ron, who then walked down the stairs, pink. I burst out laughing, freaking the twins out as they had not realized I was behind them. Fred was the first one to react, picking me up and spinning me around.
"How's my favorite girl?" he asked still spinning me. He then tossed me to george, with ease, who caught me and spun me around even more. They continued to this until Charlie Weasley walked into the room and stole me from the both of them.
"What is it with this family and carrying me around?" I asked Charlie, exasperatedly.
"You're just a big baby to all of us," Charlie winked, placing me on the kitchen counter. It was probably easy for them to carry me around, seeing as I was, well tiny. I was fifteen years old and only 90 pounds. Then, the infamous Harry Potter walked in the room, and did a double take when he realized I was there. I jumped into his arms, and he fell over from the impact. You see, Harry was the only one around here that was relatively my size. I was 5'2 and he was 5'5. He called us small, I called us fun-sized.
"Harry!" I exclaimed, my red hair blowing in his face. My hair wasn't Weasley red, it was a deep, dyed red. It looked dyed, at least, but in reality it was totally natural. Also differing from the Weasley's I had tan skin and pale, blue green eyes. After we got up, (Harry helping me) I hit Harry on the arm. "You didn't write me back! It kills me inside, that you don't love me, like you used to!" I wailed, dramatically clutching onto his shirt and fakely balling my eyes out. Harry just laughed. "You heartless ba- Mrs Weasley! How great to see you!" I recovered quickly, and Mrs. Weasley waved her wooden spoon at me and glared in a warning manner.
"Kara Marin Ayres!" Ginny called, "Kare-Bear!"
"Mini Ginny!" I mocked, earning a glare from her and a laugh from Harry. Ginny was actually quite a bit taller than me, being almost two inches taller than Harry, so I decided to call her that. "Let's go! My mum said that I could get an owl this year! And I can't wait to get the Care of Magical Creatures book!" Ginny and I were best friends. We were in the same year, a year younger than Harry and Hermione and Ron, and we had a group of fifth year friends, who we rarely got to see in the summer.
I ran into the living room, excited to get to Diagon Alley and I grabbed the floo powder, and yelled out where I was going. I tumbled out into the Leaky Cauldron Ginny following less than a second later. Then the twins appeared grinning madly as everybody else scrambled out of the fireplace. We then ran to Diagon Alley, quickly dispersing to get whatever we needed for the year, and Fred and George Went to open their shop. First, Ginny and I went to Madam Malkins, seeing as she was the only girl in the family her mum always got her new robes. My family was pretty well-off. My step-parents were both purebloods, Gryffindors, and my stepdad was an auror. My stepmum worked very high up in the Ministry. Let's just say, if anything were to happen to Cornelius Fudge, she would be in charge.
