Chapter 1- What an Entrance

Grimmauld Place- Harry

We were all gathered around the table; discussing Voldemort's plans when suddenly a girl came crashing through the window. Her hair was black and she was rather small looking, but then she sat up, groaning with pain.

"Expecto Patronum!" She shouted at the dementor that threw her in. It disappeared in an instant as the bushy tailed silver fox that had leapt from her wand, attacked it.

"That wasn't very nice." She grumbled in an American accent. She sat up and there were shards of glass from the now broken window in her back, and blood was seeping through her grey shirt. Mrs. Weasley rushed to help her up.

"My goodness dear! Are you alright?" "I don't know." She replied shakily. She looked around and saw everyone. "Where am I?" she asked.

"Can you get on the table dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked, ignoring her question. She was obviously too concerned for this girl's safety, being the mother she is with the 7 children she already had.

"Lie on your stomach so I can heal your wounds." She ordered. The girl just nodded, but the moment she tried to take a step, she passed out. When she did George jumped up and caught her. "Finally got a girl to fall for you eh?" Fred said. "Oh shut up." George said trying not to grin.

"George put her on the table dear." Mrs. Weasley said. "Face down." George did so and he whispered "Dear lord." "What is it?" Ron asked.

In response, George just held up her arm with the sleeve rolled up. Gasps filled the room.

There were cuts and bruises, and around her wrist was a raw, red line from a rope. "What happened to her?" Hermione gasped. "Dark magic." Moody said. "Someone had her captured, they did." "There's a letter in her pocket." I said. George read it. "She's going to Hogwarts. Gryffindor 5th year. Supposed to stay with us." He said, reading. "Bloody hell this is the entrance she uses on us?" Ron said trying to make a joke. Mrs. Weasley gave him a stern look but said nothing. "It's not a joke Ronald!" Hermione said hitting him lightly on the arm.

At that moment Mrs. Weasley finished healing her, the marks disappearing from her body, some only leaving faint scars. She woke up startled. "It's ok." George said smiling. "You're safe here." She looked around. "Ugh, what happened?" she said sitting up. "Uh, a dementor threw you in here, and you passed out. We healed you though." Hermione said. "Ow, I hate those things." She grumbled.

"Uh, looks like you'll be staying with us." Mr. Weasley said. "As well as going to Hogwarts." "Oh, right." Was all she said. "Why aren't you with your family?" Ron asked. Hermione hit him again.

"I haven't got any left." She said. There was an uncomfortable silence.

"Well I think introductions are in order." Mrs. Weasley said, obviously trying to change the subject. "I'm Molly Weasley, and that's my husband Arthur Weasley. Our children Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George." She said pointing to each in turn. "Their friends Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. Moody, Tonks, Lupin, and Sirius. Harry, Ron, and Hermione are in your year." She nodded. "I'm Magenta Hawk." She said.

"Uh, what happened to you?" I said. "After my parents were killed, Deatheaters came and found me. Tortured me every day." She said grimly. She looked as if she was off in another place, lost in memory.

"My god." She said looking around. "This is the Order of The Phoenix?" "Yes, how'd you know?" Lupin said, suddenly curious. "My parents were in this." She replied, drifting off again. "Noble people too." Moody grunted.

Over the days until school started, everyone became increasingly close with Magenta. She had become like one of the family, like I had myself. Tomorrow, we were off to Hogwarts.

Author's Note: I have written more already so please review if you want more of the story. I really think it is good :]

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Disclaimer: Magenta is all that is mine and the plot that isn't in the books or movies. For example: The Weasley twins are sticking around a while :] yay!