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Zenia by Eternity Jade

Format: Short story
Chapters: 4
Word Count: 5,927
Status: WIP

Rating: 12+
Warnings: No Warnings

Genres: Romance, Fluff
Characters: Ginny, Harry, Hermione, OC, Ron, Tonks
Pairings: Others

First Published: 05/24/2005
Last Chapter: 07/29/2005
Last Updated: 07/29/2005

What happens to Harry when a new girl appears on the street? Is she really just the sweet person she seems to be? Or is the secret she's hiding worse than everyone thinks? Will the two become fast friends or faster enemies? BOOK SIX SPOILERS!!!

Chapter 1: New Girl on the Block
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“Where is my mother?” A tiny raven-haired child looked into the eyes of a woman. She was sitting on the top bunk in an orphanage. The pair’s eyes were level.

“She’s gone.”

“And my father?” For being only eleven months old the child was extremely advanced.

“He’s with your mother.”

“They’re dead.” She stated the fact simply, her voice not shaking or holding any emotion at all. The woman looked shocked. Children her age didn’t talk much less understand the concept of death. Who was this tiny girl who was at the front door this morning?


Harry Potter woke bright and early. It was going to be another hot summery day. He looked around trying to find his jeans then changed into them and a tee shirt two sizes too big. Looking in the mirror Harry tried to fix his unruly black hair. He didn’t know why he even tried…just that he had a feeling that today was going to be different.

There was a sharp tap on his bedroom door. “Get downstairs and make breakfast!” his aunt screeched.

Hedwig affectionately bit Harry’s finger as he fed her. As he turned to leave he murmured, “So much for today being different.”


Harry bent over his aunt’s prize rose bush. The sun was high overhead, pounding down on his red neck. The rumbling of a truck engine broke the stillness and silence. Harry looked up to see a moving van pull into the driveway across from number four Privet Drive. A red car followed the truck. The car parked on the street and the three people inside got out.

Harry gazed curiously at the small family. The mother and father got out at the same time. They stretched and went swiftly into the house where movers had already begun to leave boxes. The girl took a few seconds longer to step out of the car. Harry noticed that her appearance was quite different than that of her parents.

He had noticed that the girl’s parents had sandy blond hair and creamy skin. The girl, however, had long raven coloured hair and deathly pale skin. She looked around with her wide blue eyes a tiny furry thing wrapped in her arms. The girl caught sight of Harry staring at her. She looked back, smiled and waved.

Harry didn’t wave back. He didn’t have the chance to. A slender hand came out of the window where he was working and grabbed his ear. There was inaudible shrieking. Two beefy hands came out after the first and dragged Harry through the window. The girl frowned and turned to enter her new home wondering just what was going on in the house across from her.


Zenia opened the door and entered her new home. It was much smaller than the ranch they had been living on fro the past six years in Sydney Australia. Sure this was England and she was closer to her huge extended family but that didn’t mean that she had to like the size or closeness of everything.

“Zenia? Is that you?” A kind looking lady poked her head around the corner.

“Yes Mom. Did you need anything?”

“Just to tell you that you’re off the hook on packing. Dad and I have it. Your stuff is in your room. The window is spelled so you don’t have to worry about the Muggles seeing any of your wizarding things. Why don’t you and Zeke take a walk and meet some of the kids around here?” Zenia turned to leave. “Or you would unpack. Or decorate…” the door opened and shut. “Okay! Have a good…oh what’s the use…” Zenia’s mother shook her head and returned to the kitchen to unpack.


Zenia looked up and down the street petting Zeke. She couldn’t figure out what to do. There didn’t seem to be many kids, much less teens in the area. She secured Zeke in her arms and marched up to the door of number 4 Privet Drive where the black haired boy disappeared. Zeke crawled up to her shoulder as Zenia rang the doorbell. The shrieking she had heard earlier started again. She reached out to ring the doorbell again when it opened to reveal the dark haired boy. His eyes opened wide.


Zenia smirked. “Hi!” she reached out her hand. “I’m Zenia. I just moved into the house across the street.”

“WHO IS IT!!!” a woman’s voice came from the kitchen. The boy turned away and Zenia caught a glimpse of something on his forehead. She smirked. Zeke chattered.

“It’s the new girl from across the street.”

“Would you mind showing me around? It seems like you need a break.” She guessed that he and his family didn’t get along very well. The shrieking had started again along with some clanking of dishes and scurrying of high heels on the floor. Zenia grabbed his wrist. “C’mon!”

The boy smiled. “Aunt Petunia! I’m leaving with a really pretty girl and you can’t stop me!!” He slammed the door and ran dragging Zenia with him.


“Slow down Harry!” Zenia called laughing when they got to the centre of town. She readjusted Zeke on her shoulder as Harry turned around.

“How do you know my name? I haven’t told you.” She touched his forehead and flounced away.

“Everybody knows you, Harry Potter.”

“Wait!” Harry ran after her. Entering a pub the pair sat down in a back corner panting. They ordered and sat waiting for their drinks to arrive. Harry decided to put his heavy questions aside for later as Zeke climbed off of Zenia’s shoulder and onto the table to eat some nuts.

“So what is Zeke exactly?”

“Zeke is a pigmy marmoset. My family rescued him from a zoo in Australia.” Her slight accent mingled with the smoke in the bar.

“You lived in Australia?”

“Yeah. My family moved there from here and then we had to move back. Dad does accounting work for a set of Muggles and mom works part time as a cleaning lady. We went to Australia for a bit of adventure and because of dad’s other job.” The last bit of this statement made Zenia turn slightly away.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”

“It’s okay. Mom and dad and I just don’t usually talk about his other job. There weren’t very many witches and wizards in Australia. And the ones that were there were on the bad side. Voldemort’s side.”

“I understand that. The funny thing is he’s really not that powerful or scary. He is just able to intimidate people into submission.”

“he’s just evil. He hurt a lot of families.”

There was a huge empty pause. The weight of their conversation hovered in the air around them mixing with the smoke, talk and laughter.

Zenia smiled as Zeke offered her and Harry a nut. “Thank you sweetie!” She took the nut and petted his head.

“So, Australia…” Harry began.

“Yeah Australia! It was so much fun with the animals and the big open spaces…” the pair drifted into friendly conversation as the afternoon drifted away.

Chapter 2: A Call for Help
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Zenia and Harry headed back to their houses as the sun began to set. Their conversation had turned to a heavier topic.

There was a slight pause as Harry thought about his next question. “Are you a witch?”

“Yeah. Well, kinda.”


“It’s complicated.”

“Care to explain?”

“Not really. Not yet anyway. I want to get to know you better.”

“Okay. Fair enough.”

They went up to Zenia’s front door. “Bye.” Zeke chattered his goodbye. Harry leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

“Tomorrow right?” Zenia asked smiling.

“Yeah. Tomorrow.” And Harry ran across the street.


Zenia slipped into the house and quietly up to her room. The room was big and white. Very boring. Her bed had been set up and took up most of the wall opposite the two windows near the door. The hangings for the canopy were on the floor around the bed. Three gallons of paint stood at the end of the bed along with painting supplies. Zeke hopped onto his living space on the oak dresser. He chirped, as he made sure everything was in its place.

Zenia checked the colour of her paint and accessories. Every thing was in its place. Her parents had talked to Albus Dumpledore and had gotten her sorted before the summer holiday so she wouldn’t have to be up on stage with all of the first years. She was in Griffindor and had requested that her room be decorated in a similar fashion to the dormitories so she wouldn’t feel out of place or homesick when she got to school. Zenia’s parents had agreed, giving her funds to buy new furniture and decorations. Dumpledore had even given her a poster of the Griffindor house Quidditch team for her wall.

Sighing Zenia picked up a paint roller. Knowing she would never get to sleep that night she resigned to painting her room Griffindor gold.


Harry opened the door expecting a reprimand. He was right. Vernon Dursley stood right inside the door and grabbed the collar of Harry’s oversized shirt dragging him into the family room. Petunia Dursley sat on the couch with her lips pursed over her horsy teeth.

“Boy, you are grounded to this house for the rest of the summer. You are to have no contact with the neighbours and no contact other than the necessary notes to those freaks to say that we are treating you right. Now go to your room. Tomorrow we will discuss the chores you will be doing for your aunt and what you told the neighbours about us. Go!”

Harry’s temper flared. He stood up defiantly. “You ground me and I tell my friends that I am not being treated properly and they will come in full force and take me away.” He turned and started towards his room. Part of the way to the door he turned around and yelled even louder. “And it doesn’t matter what I told her because she and her parents ARE magical you idiot Muggles.” And he stormed up to his room leaving his stunned aunt and uncle in his wake.

Harry slammed his door hard enough to break the frame. He stalked past Hedwig and grabbed a quill. Papers flew about as Harry looked for a spare bit of parchment on which to write his note. He opened his bottle of black ink and scribbled a quick note to Lupin:

Dursley’s grounded me for talking to my new neighbours. Their past groundings usually meant that I didn’t get a ton to eat and had to do chores all day. Just thought you should know. Please come to get me as soon as possible! If there’s anyway the girl across the street could come with us then that would be great. From the sound of it her dad may be part of the Order. Her name is Zenia and she hates Voldemort too.

Come get me!


Harry took Hedwig out of her cage and talked to her as he tied the note to her stuck out leg. “Take this to Remus okay? I’m not sure where he is. Check headquarters, check the Burrow. If you can’t find him at those two places then leave the note with the Weasley’s and bring back a reply with the day they are coming to get me. Peck them if you have to.” She nipped his hand affectionately and took off into the night with a single silent flap of her ghostly wings.

Harry began throwing things into his trunk. Almost two days into summer term and he hoped that he was getting taken away with in the week, hopefully tomorrow.

He stopped for a second and looked at his horrible packing job. Several books were open and laying over the sides and among a tangle of school robes. The Monster Book of Monsters struggled so hard at it’s bond near the bottom of the trunk that they whole thing had begun to shake. One tie lay haphazardly half-in half-out of the trunk looking more like a maroon and gold snake than a necktie.
He sighed and took everything out then began repacking the trunk with his cauldron on the bottom, his books stacked neatly so he could read the titles.

All of the glass containers of ink including his neat one that changed colours as you wrote were tucked inside of socks, as were all of his left over potion ingredients. They sat at the bottom of the cauldron with his robes and uniforms folded neatly on top. His ties lay on top of that and his civilian clothes on top of those. Harry made a mental note to take Zenia shopping so he could buy some clothes that actually fit and weren’t four sizes too big.


Zenia woke up in a tangle of sheets and comforters on her mattress. Her room was painted and the hangings were up around her bed. She had to have been up till six in the morning to get everything done. Of course she might have used some magic along the way…but no one would ever know…

She threw on a dressing robe and followed her nose in the direction of breakfast. Her mother was in the kitchen cooking. Her father sat at the table with no less than four newspapers in front of him. He was sipping a cup of coffee and analysing the latest stock jumps for his clients.

Zenia went and poured herself orange juice as she waited for bacon and pancakes. She snagged The Daily Prophet from her dad’s pile of already read papers and stared at the front page.

FUDGE SACKED! NEW MINISTER INSTATED read the headline. A picture of a lion-ish looking man stared at her with a smirk on his face. The caption read: Rufus Scrigmore, successor to former Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge. Zenia scanned the page and decided that having a new Minister of Magic was a good idea in theory but doubted that Scrigmore would do a better job than Fudge. He may be stronger and believed that Voldemort was back and had a purpose but he probably couldn’t tell a Death Eater from a cabbage and would probably let the wealthy ones pay him off. She had just flipped to the next page when her mother set down a plate of bacon and pancakes in front of her.

“A letter came with the post owls this morning,” her mother said.

“From who.”

“The Weasley family.”


“The Weasley’s are a family that work in the Order with me. Arthur and Molly went to Hogwarts with me.” Zenia’s father put down his paper. “They asked if you could come to their house this summer. They live in northern England.”

“Why would they want me to come this summer? They don’t even know me.”

“Molly thought that you would like to meet some kids your age. Her son Ron is having some friends over. He and his sister are in Griffindor so it might do you good to meet them. They are ever so sweet.” Her mother smiled and sipped her morning tea.

Zenia pondered this for a moment. “May I see the letter?”

“Of course.”

Zenia read over the letter. Yes, there was what she was looking for. A list of Ron and Ginny’s friends that were coming. Two. Two. Some girl named Hermione and Harry. Her mind perked up at that. Harry? As in Harry Potter? The hunk that lived across the street with the messy hair and gorgeous green eyes? The guy she was crushing on? “Yeah, I’ll go. Sounds like it might be fun.”

“Okay. I’ll take you tomorrow. Harry is going next week.”

“Cool. I’ll see you later. I’m going to go talk to him.” Zenia got up. Her mother put her hand on Zenia’s arm.

“Darling. You can’t see him today. Part of the rules about getting him out undetected. Albus is coming to get him next week. You’ll see him then.”

“Fine.” Zenia rolled her eyes at the stupid safety rules that had been instated in the past couple of days. “I guess I’ll just go pack.”

Chapter 3: Life, New Friends and H.A.T.
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Harry worked in the garden out front all day hoping to see Zenia before their hang out session that night, but there was no sign of her. His aunt and uncle hadn’t told him to do anything that day. In fact they just ignored him, which didn’t go unappreciated. He bent down to pull out some weeds and came face to face with a furry brown monkey.

“Zeke? What are you doing here?” Harry sat down on the warm ground.

Zeke climbed up on his arm and into his lap. He shuffled through all of the tiny pockets on his vest finally finding what he was looking for in an inside pocket. Zeke handed Harry the tiny piece of paper in a very formal way then chattered his goodbye and took off across the street, up the side of the house and through a window. Harry followed Zeke’s path with his eyes then opened the folded scrap of paper.

Written in girly handwriting was a simple note:

See you at the Weasley’s.

No signature, no indication that Zenia had written it other than her delivery person. There was a bang from across the street as a trunk hit the ground. A sting of profanities issued from the mouth of the sandy haired man that Harry had seen yesterday.

Zenia followed with Zeke in her arms. She picked up one side of the trunk while her father picked up the other. They loaded it into the back of their car. Zenia and her father got in and as they pulled away she waved at Harry from the window.

Harry threw the weeds back onto the ground as Zenia’s car rounded the far corner and was lost to his sight. He ran back into the house and flung himself onto his bed. His only distraction from thinking about Sirius was now at his best friend’s house. Even worse than that was the sinking feeling that Ron would be spending time with her before he got there. Why he felt this was a mystery.

As he lay spread eagle on the bed a tapping began out side of his window. He got up opened the window and slammed it as soon as the owl had left.

Unenthusiastically he picked up and read the letter, which was written in Dumbledore’s curly handwriting. As he read a smile slowly began to form on Harry’s face.


Zenia was quiet as she and her father drove throughout England. She stared out the window soaking up the greenness of the country. Australia had been quite dry, covered in browning grasslands full of exotic animals. But Zenia couldn’t remember a time when she had seen anything quite as green and vibrant as the moors of England. Not even the colour after the rainy season was as crisp as this.

Her father smiled as Zenia rediscovered her birth land. They hadn’t been back to England since they had adopted Zenia. That had been the happiest day of his life, adopting her. He and his wife had tried for several years before finding out that they couldn’t have children of their own. They knew that they wanted to adopt a magical child; the problem was finding one.

That’s when Dumbledore had stepped in. When Voldemort had come into public light for the first time he murdered hundreds of families, many times leaving children behind.

On the night of the Potter’s murders Dumbledore had come to their house after leaving Harry at his aunt and uncle’s. He came with news of another child that had been orphaned. He had left the child at an orphanage no more than five miles away. They could adopt the girl the next day, but after that the couple had to take an assignment hunting down members of the Death Eaters in Australia. They agreed, adopted Zenia, sold their house, furniture, took only what they needed, and left for Australia.

Now Dumbledore recalled them. They were back and both he and Zenia were living things for the first time in a very long time.


It was amazing how scattered all of Harry’s things could get in one day. He had tried to do homework, read his books, write a letter to Zenia but everything he did led him back to his bed to think about Sirius. Only another ten days, he thought wearily.


Zenia stepped out of the car and looked up at a very odd structure. Obviously held up by magic, the Weasley house was crooked and tall, leaning worse than the Tower of Pisa. Every level was built out of a different material, each in varying states of age. The newest level was the attic area; the oldest was the stone first floor. Her father had gone to the rear of the car and levitated her trunk out of it. The pair went up to the half door and knocked. A red headed boy stuck his head out of the upper half.

“Who’re you?” he asked.

“I’m Paul. I’m a friend of your mum and dad. This is my daughter Zenia. She was invited to stay this summer.” The boy left them standing at the door.

“Mum, it’s for you!” They heard him call.

A plump red haired woman came to the door. “Paul?”

“Molly. How have you been?”

“Oh, wonderful. Come in come in. Have a cup of tea before you have to go home!” She hustled them through the door and to a long table. They sat as Molly served the tea then took a seat herself.

“Paul, it’s been ages. Where have you been all this time?”

“Australia. I’ve been doing work for the Order, masquerading as an accountant. Dumbledore’s orders.”

Zenia looked around the kitchen as her father and Mrs. Weasley talked. Everything was cluttered and messy, but the atmosphere was homey. Knitting needles clicked together in the corner working on a jumper. A ginger coloured cat was curled up on a seat cushion. A grandfather clock with nine hands stood on top of a basket of laundry. What she could see of the sitting room was inviting. Spare spell books and bits of knitting littered the mismatched chairs and couches. Parchment cluttered the coffee table. The couch looked comfy. Zenia drifted into a daydream about her and Harry cuddling on that couch…but before her thoughts could get any further they were interrupted.

“And this is Zenia?”

“Hi…” Zenia looked at Molly.

“You’ll have a lot of fun here, love. The kids are great. In fact, let me call them down. You’ll have to share a room with Ginny and Hermione if that’s okay?”

Zenia smiled. There was no way to say no to this lady. She was too likeable. “That’s fine. I’m sure we’ll all get along.”

Mrs. Weasley smiled back and went to the stairs. “Hermione, Ron, Ginny. Come down and meet our guest!”

Three pairs of footsteps came down the steps. One belonged to the red head boy who had come to the door earlier. The other two belonged to a red head girl and bushy brown haired girl.

“Hi. I’m Ginny. This is Hermione.” The petite girl offered her hand.

Zenia smiled shaking it. “I’m Zenia. It looks like I’ll be spending the summer here.”

“I’m Ron, one of Harry’s friends. Mum said you met Harry already.”

“Yeah. My family moved in across the street from Harry and his aunt and uncle. They aren’t very nice people.”

They took their conversation into the living room while the adults went back to the kitchen. Ginny took a big pillow on the floor. Ron cleared off the couch for himself and Hermione. Zenia sat in a chair across from them getting the feeling that the two had something going on between them.

Hermione spoke up first. “So you are going to be new at school this year. What house are you in? From what school did you transfer? What classes are you going to be taking?”

Ron and Ginny chuckled. “Don’t mind Hermione. She’s a bit study obsessed.” Ginny stuck her tongue out at Hermione.

Zenia smirked. She felt at ease around these people. “Okay. One question at a time. Yes, I’m new this year. About two months ago I went to the school on a trip here. The headmaster had me sorted then. I’m in Griffindor.”

“Brilliant. You’ll get to hang with us.” Ron picked up a quill off the table and nibbled on the end. Zenia gave him an odd look. “Sugar quill. Sorry.”

Zenia shifted in her seat and got jabbed in the back. She pulled out a wand, which squawked and turned into a rubber chicken. She laughed, a light tinkle, almost like a bell.

“That would be one of Fred and George’s fake wands. There is still some of their stuff laying around so be careful.”

Paul poked his head into the room. “Goodbye Zenia. I’ll see you at Christmas time. We’ve all been invited to come here for Christmas.”

“Bye Dad!” She went and hugged him. Then returned to her seat. “So where were we. I transferred from a school in Australia. And I think I’m enrolled in N.E.W.T. levels of Potions, Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbology. I might dapple in some other stuff. But of course this is all just because I want to. I passed my N.E.W.T. level equivalent last year.”

Hermione’s eyes got wide. “You what?”

“In Australia we start school two years earlier than you do here. If you are from a wizarding family you can even go to an elementary school that teaches you the basis foundation of magic. The N.E.W.T. equivalent there is called H.A.T.”

“Standing for?”

“Horrible Application Testing. I am fully qualified to become anything I wish to be. When I turn seventeen I might put in an application to be an Auror. Or maybe I’ll work for the Order and get a desk job at the Ministry. I haven’t decided.”

Ron looked incredulous. “You’re taking N.E.W.T. level courses for fun?”

“You already passed N.E.W.T. level classes and tests?” Ginny’s mouth was open.

Hermione was speechless. Here was someone who may be smarter than her and the girl didn’t realize it. “So, Hogwarts this year is just for fun?”

“Well, that’s part of it. The classes are for fun. Being around Harry and Dumbledore are good because I am willing to help fight Voldemort in anyway. Back in Australia, Dad had me buddy up with Death Eater kids so I could get dirt on their parents. I came home some days with enough to put the parents in jail and the kids in foster families, some times they were young enough to learn better ways. As I got older sometimes the kids got sent to jail too.”

“Wow. That’s gotta be hard. To have to put your friends in jail.”

“Actually, I never really had any friends. I was happy with just my parents and Zeke.”

Ginny looked confused. “Who’s Zeke?” The tiny monkey jumped on her head and Ginny shrieked.

Zeke jumped and ran to Zenia who laughed again. “I’m sorry Ginny. I’m not laughing at you…” she lapsed into laughter.

When everything calmed down Zenia began to explain Zeke and the four began to talk about lighter subjects.

Chapter 4: Quidditch?
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A week and a half later Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Zenia sat at the dining room table. Bill and Fleur sat at one end with tons of Muggle bridal magazines spread out in front of them. The four friends sat as far away as possible from the couple.

Amid the clatter of dishes, forks, spoons, knives and wedding chatter the four talked about what they would do that day.

“I say we all go into town. We could shop.” Ginny ate a forkful of eggs.

Zenia chimed in, between bites of bacon. “I don’t think so. We did that earlier this week. I say we just hang out.”

“We could stu…” but Hermione only got out half of the word because everyone else shouted “NO!”

There was silence for a few minutes as everyone ate and contemplated what would be on the agenda for the day.

“You know,” Ron said after finishing his sausage. “I don’t think we’ve played Quidditch yet.”

“Yeah! We need to practice. I want to try out for the team this year.” Ginny seemed content with the choice.

Zenia, however, looked hesitant. “What’s that?”

Everyone looked shocked, even Bill turned to the group. It was obvious that he wasn’t listening to Fleur; he was listening to them.

“You don’t know what Quidditch is?”


“Oh my gosh! The sport is bloody brilliant. There’s seven players. And three goal posts and four balls. They play on broomsticks, way up in the air. I’m the Keeper of the Griffindor team! Harry’s the Seeker. Katie is the only remaining Chaser so we need two more and two Beaters. Everyone follows the sport in Europe. My favourite team is….” All of this was said very quickly so hardly anyone could understand. Near the end Ginny shut Ron up by stuffing a biscuit in his wide-open mouth.

“Okay, rule one. Don’t get him talking about his favourite Quidditch players, or teams. Two, I don’t think you caught that so we will spend the day explaining the basic principals and rules to you. We can all play tomorrow. Who knows, you may be pretty good…”

Hermione got up and grabbed a book. Ron rolled his eyes when she returned with Hogwarts: A History. “You’re reading that for what, the thirtieth time?”

“No, only the twentieth.”

Ron shook his head and launched into an explanation of his favourite sport. “Okay, so you have seven players. Three of them are called Chasers and the Chasers handle the Quaffle…”


Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Zenia sat in the living room that night. Tonks had shown up earlier. She and Mrs. Weasley were deep in conversation and nursing cups of tea in the kitchen. Ron read about the Chudley Cannons in a magazine. Hermione knitted more house elf hats while Crookshanks batted the ball of yarn around the room. Ginny was playing solitaire on the floor and Zenia was curled up in a chair petting Zeke and working on an assignment for her Potions class.

A few moments later Mrs. Weasley bustled in followed by her magic clock. “Time for bed children.”

Everyone got up wearily. Hermione chased after her ball of yarn before following Ron and Ginny up the stairs. Zenia brought up the rear with her essay in hand and Zeke on her shoulder. Molly put her hand on Zenia’s arm as she approached the steps.

“Darling, Harry is supposed to be arriving tonight. Why don’t you join Tonks and I in the kitchen until he and Mr. Weasley come in?”

“Thanks. I would like that.” She went into the kitchen. “Hi, Tonks. How are you doing?”

“I’m okay.” But she didn’t look okay. She looked all grungy and unkempt with ragged hair and plain robes.

“Are you sure there isn’t anything you want to talk about?” Zenia sat down opposite her and poured a cup of tea.

“I’m sure that Zenia wouldn’t mind trying to help you Tonks. She’s very smart. Maybe she could come up with an idea.” Mrs. Weasley sat back down at the table.

Tonks put her head on her arms. Zenia could hear her crying. “There’s nothing anyone can do. He already said he doesn’t want me and that any sort of relationship would be too dangerous for me…I hate that he doesn’t understand that he’s worth the risk!”

“Guy problem hmm…and he says he doesn’t want you because a relationship would be too dangerous for you?”

“Yeah.” Tonks lifted her head so she could see Zenia better.

Zenia leaned her head on her hand and took a sip of tea. “Sounds to me like he likes you.”

Tonks began to protest but Zenia cut her off. “Let me finish. It sounds like he likes you very, very much. The fact that he doesn’t want you to get hurt is a good indication. And it’s more than obvious that you love him. I’m sure that he is worth the risk the problem is getting him to see it. Have you tried to talk to him?”



“No, because he won’t let us be alone. Ever.”

“Which means he defiantly likes you.”

“Why’s that?”

“He obviously likes you because he doesn’t want you two alone. Don’t you see? He probably wants you as much as you want him. If he let the two of you be alone, he knows something would happen. And he doesn’t want to hurt you. He’s trying to tell himself that the relationship is destined to fail before it happens so that he doesn’t have to even try. Lots of guys do it.”

“How do you know?”

“I just do. It happened to me in Australia. This boy that I wanted to date kept telling me that it was too dangerous. And he wouldn’t talk to me alone. Finally I got through to him and we went out on a few dates. He was great, but I had to turn his parents in as Death Eaters. On our last date they came in and tried to kill me. But he stepped in the way.” Zenia looked away. “It was incredible to find a guy who didn’t believe as he had been taught.”

Tonks patted her hand. “I’m sorry. Thanks for everything.”

“There was a knock on the back door. Molly got up to answer it. “Harry! Thank goodness.”

Harry stepped in the door to see Zenia and Tonks at the table. Tonks got up. “Molly, thanks again. I’ll see you.” She walked out the door and dissapperated on the same place that Dumbledore had just moments before.

Zenia’s smile was enormous as Harry walked in the door. She got up and walked around the table. Harry met her half way and gathered her into a hug. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I know. It’s been fun making friends here but it was still torture to know you were with your horrible aunt and uncle. I’ve read your letters everyday.” She pulled slightly away. Molly looked at the pair and smiled.
“Is anyone hungry?”

“Starving, thank you Mrs. Weasley.” Harry took Zenia’s hand and led her to the table. Mrs. Weasley conjured up two bowls of onion soup and a loaf of bread. Then she went to her basket of laundry and glanced at the clock perched on top of it. Zenia and Harry talked softly. Molly sighed. The pair looked at her.

“Is something wrong Mrs. Weasley?”

She came back to the table with another pot of tea. “Ever since the incident at the Ministry, the hands have all been stuck.”

Harry clanked at the clock. All of the Weasley’s names were stuck at “Mortal Peril.” Suddenly the hand labelled with Mr. Weasley’s name whirred to “Travelling” then back to “Mortal Peril.”

Harry smiled at Zenia as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley talked through the door. Mrs. Weasley turned bright red and opened the door to Mr. Weasley. “I can’t wait to have what they have. They are so adorable.” Zenia gazed at the Weasley’s as they kissed.

“Harry. Zenia. Time for bed.” Mrs. Weasley shuffled the pair upstairs after conjuring up a bowl of soup for her husband. When the trio got to Ginny’s room Zenia kissed Harry on the cheek.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Harry smirked and followed Mrs. Weasley to his room.