Okay, so here is Volume Two!

You get to learn more about Lana as she learns more about herself.

You'll also get to see foreshadowing into her ultimate relationship at the very end of it all.



My summer after my first year at Hogwarts was so much fun. I kept in contact with Hermione Granger most out of all people, and with Oliver Wood, Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy. I had sent letters to Harry Potter, another of my best friends, but he hadn't returned any of them. Then my parents had to go somewhere, so they sent my sister, Chelsea, and my brother, Scott, and I to Ron's house for the rest of the summer.

My father worked for the Ministry, and my mom did as well. Sometimes they were really weird, and wouldn't tell me what was going on, but not everything is meant for you to know, right? I had just found out that I was a witch last year, and I had had to move from America to Europe in a month. Then I found out crazy things about my life, and even helped Harry to fight Voldemort, the powerful Dark Wizard that was out to kill Mudbloods, and anyone who wasn't his follower.

When we got to the Weasleys, I marveled at it. It was amazing. The pots and pans moved on their own. Now my father was a wizard, and my mother was a witch, but we lived in a normal Muggle, or non-magical, home. All that summer I spent with Ron and his family, and Ginny, Ron's younger sister, bonded with Chelsea easily. Scott was hanging out with Fred and George, Ron's older twin brothers, and I was a little jealous, but thrilled nonetheless because I could flirt with them and pretend that I had to speak to my brother about something. I must admit that I was still hiding the fact that Draco Malfoy and I were on friendly terms from everyone, and that I had the slightest crush on Fred and George Weasley.

"So, Ron, where do you suppose Ginny and Chelsea went?" I asked him.

Ron shrugged. "Probably up in Ginny's room talking about Harry again."

I snickered. Ginny Weasley had had a crush on Harry since she had met him last year at the train station. It was quite funny, yet terribly annoying because she wouldn't stop talking about him.

"Well, at least she's not talking to us about him." I told him.

He smiled, and then Fred walked into the kitchen. I smiled.

"Hi, Fred." I blushed.

Fred smiled at me. "Hello, Lana. What are you and Ron up to?"

"What is there to do?" I asked.

George laughed as he came into the room. "Good question."

I blushed again. Yeah, I know. It was quite pathetic to know which was which after only a few days at the beginning of the summer. It was quite easy to tell them apart now, and I don't think that I'll ever forget how.

"Down, Lanni." Scott teased.

I stuck my tongue out at him and then remembered who was in the room with me—Fred and George! How could I be anything other than a lady around them? Well actually, it was very easy. I still had the biggest crush on Oliver Wood, and Fred and George mentioned it every once in a while, having apparently overheard the conversation that Hermione Granger and I had had one night in the Commons last year. Then there was Draco Malfoy. He and I had had a thing since the first day I set foot in the magical world. Then I had spent Christmas with his family last year, and my own, but no one was EVER to know about it. Only Hermione and Chelsea did, but I trusted them to keep my secret, Hermione being my best friend, and Chelsea being my younger sister. I kept the locket that he had given me hidden, but always around my neck.

You see Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter were rivals. Bitter rivals. They absolutely loathed each other, but I had gotten on Draco's good side, even though he was in Slytherin—well Scott was in Slytherin too, and he was awesome—and Hermione, Ron, Harry, and I were in Gryffindor. Hermione and I had come up with some pretty believable stories to hide the fact that Draco and I had snuck out a few times to meet up with one another. Even Dumbledore didn't know.

Which brings me to another fact. Headmaster and Professor Albus Dumbledore, was my uncle. I had found that out last year when I had gotten a letter telling me that I was to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I was thrilled and scared, because I moved from New York City, New York, in America, to London. But I fit in, and was the favorite of my teachers, and really good at picking up spells. I even had the highest final exam scores of all the First Years last year…and since Hogwarts was created.

"So, Fred and George, what do you suggest for fun around here?" I asked.

They smiled at me and I blushed again.

"Well, we could practice Quidditch out front." Fred suggested.

"Or you could help us come up with great tricks to play on teachers this coming year." George offered.

I beamed. Alone time with Fred and George? I jumped at it. Well wait a moment…Scott would be with them…I could take care of that though…

"I could help you guys come up with tricks." I said.

"Or you could help Ginny and I cook, while Chelsea sets the table." Mrs. Weasley offered.

I smiled and turned around to her. She had killed my plans to spend time with Fred and George—and my brother. Oh well. I suppose as a guest I had to help with housework, so there was no use trying to get out of it. See, Mrs. Weasley was one of my mother's good friends. They had known each other since school together, and our fathers knew each other too. Where my parents were off to this summer, I hadn't the foggiest clue, and wouldn't know until later on.

"Maybe later." The twins offered.

"Of course." I told them.

"Maybe later." Scott mocked, and I hit him lightly in the shoulder with my fist.


After dinner that night, I ran upstairs and lay on the floor in my sleeping bag while Ginny and Chelsea shared Ginny's bed.

"You were too obvious." Ginny told me.

"What?" I asked.

"You were blushing again." Chelsea said.

I turned over and looked up at them.

"Whatever do you mean?" I asked innocently.

"We're girls too you know, we can tell when you like someone." Chelsea said.

I blushed. "But…I was that obvious?"

Ginny shook her head. "Not to them, just to us. I bet they would be thrilled to know though…."

I threw my pillow at her. "Don't you dare!" I cried.

Chelsea got up and ran to the door. "Fred! George! Come in here! Lana's got something to say!"

Luckily, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were outside at that moment and had not heard the screaming down the hall. Fred and George came to the door, and I blushed feverishly. They smiled.

"What did you need to say, Lana?" They asked.

"Well…I…well…" I began.

"She's come up with a prank for you guys to play on the teachers this year." Chelsea said quickly.

They beamed. "Really?"

I sat up. "Yes…but you'll need Peeves for it."

They thanked me, and told me to tell them all about it tomorrow morning. I just smiled, and then glared at Ginny and Chelsea when they left.

"Now I actually have to come up with something. Thanks a lot!" I said.

Ginny tossed me back my pillow, and I turned over away from them. If they had actually told Fred and George about my little crush, then I wouldn't be able to stay in this house for very much longer—of course, neither would they when Scott knew—he's very protective.


The next morning, I got up and went downstairs to find Ron. I had to let him know everything. I needed him to help me come up with a prank. I needed him to kill our sisters for me.

When I got to the top of the stairs, however, I saw Fred and George with their feet propped up on the table, and Scott was leaning back in a chair. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were nowhere to be seen. I just gazed at them for a moment, and then, afraid of being seen, I stood up straight, and went to Ron's room. I knocked on the door, and he told me to come in.

"Ron…" I began.

Then I turned around and started laughing. Ron was putting his shirt on. I just excused myself, and went down stairs, stunned. Ron without his shirt. Goodness. I don't know if that image will ever go away. Fred and George saw my face and smiled.

"What happened to you?" Fred asked.

I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn't say a word. Then Ron came bounding down the stairs apologizing, saying that he thought I was his Mum. I just sat down as Scott, Fred and George laughed.

"I was changing and well, I told her to come in. She used Mum's knock." Ron protested.

I just sat there staring at the table. Then Mrs. Weasley came in from the garden.

"Will you excuse me?" I finally said.

I got up and went out the back door. I sat in the garden under a tree, and just stared at the garden. Just stared at the garden. Just sat there and stared at the garden. Then George came out and sat next to me.

"Are you going to be all right? You look like you're in shock." He told me.

"Not in shock, just not, not in shock." I said.

He laughed. "That makes no sense."

I smiled. "I mean, took me by surprise, not a big deal, I just needed air."

Ron came out just as I looked into George's eyes.

"Sorry about that, Lana." He said.

George got up and left. I smiled at Ron and stood up.

"It's fine. I was just surprised. You know me. I have to come out and sit under trees." I told him.

Ron smiled, and walked me back inside. When we got there, I saw a cake with candles on it. I beamed. It said, 'Happy Birthday Lana' on it, in blue icing.

"Thank you all so much!" I exclaimed, and hugged them all one by one, hugging Fred and George the longest, and Percy the shortest.

We had cake, and then I carefully saved a piece for Harry, knowing that Ron, Scott, Fred, and George were planning on getting Harry out of the Dursley's house that night. I was going to go with them, but they didn't know that yet.


That night, I snuck out into the back seat of the old blue car that Mr. Weasley had enchanted to fly, and hid. Then I heard voices, and Ron, Scott, Fred, and George got into the car, Fred into the drivers seat. I waited until we were up in the air, about halfway to Harry's house, before I sprang up behind them.

"Hi, guys!" I said.

Ron and George looked back and jumped at my voice, and Fred just laughed—Scott too come to think of it.

"I knew you were there the whole time." Fred told me.

"You're a liar." I said.

"I saw you climb in through the trunk." He said.

Well, I had climbed in through the trunk, so I suppose he had seen me.

"Lucky guess." I told him.

"I knew you weren't in bed." Scott said.

"Shut-up. You always know—I wasn't surprised." I scowled.

"Come on Lanni, you're face might freeze that way." Scott laughed, and I punched his shoulder lightly again.

We got to Harry's house, and parked the car outside his window. We attached a chain to it and pulled off the bars, and then hefted Harry and his belongings into the car. We smiled as we drove away.

"Harry, why haven't you written back?" I asked him as we drove back to the Weasley's.

"Well, this house Elf named Dobby stole all of my letters and hid them from me. He doesn't want me to go back to Hogwarts." Harry said.

Dobby? It couldn't be the same house Elf that I had met at Draco Malfoy's house last Christmas could it?

"Strange." I finally said.

"I'm so glad to see you all!" Harry exclaimed, hugging me since I was the only one in the back seat with him—okay so Scott was there too, but why hug him?

I hugged him back. "Well we're glad to see you. You know, if I ever see one of the Dursleys, I'm going to give them a piece of my mind. Speaking of pieces…"

I handed him the wrapped up piece of birthday cake.

"Happy Birthday yesterday, Lana." Harry told me.

I smiled. "It would have been better with you and Hermione there."

Harry smiled, and then we landed and parked the car outside the Weasley's house, and crept inside. We thought that we had gotten away with it, when we heard Mrs. Weasley's voice.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!? Beds empty. No note. No car. You could have died! You could have been seen!" She screamed. "Of course I don't blame you Harry. You never asked them to go gallivanting off to get you. But Scott…Lana…"

"Lana was dragged along." Fred said.

"She tried to stop us." George added.

"Kept saying how you'd worry."

"Wanted us to stay and stop being so reckless."

"We had to go and get Harry."

"They were starving him."

"Lana was taking up our time."

"You should have heard her kicking and screaming all the way there."

I blushed. Fred and George were actually sticking up for me. Harry seemed to believe them though, and couldn't look at me. Mrs. Weasley beamed.

"Well, you should all learn from Lana." Mrs. Weasley smiled at me.

"Scott's a bad egg." I shrugged.

Scott nodded. "It's true."

"He was eager to come along with us and we didn't stop him." Ron said.

"Look, I'm really sorry and it won't happen again." Scott told Mrs. Weasley, who believed him, but he was crossing his fingers behind his back.

I looked outside. "Morning now. Want me to help you make breakfast, Mrs. Weasley?"

Mrs. Weasley shook her head. "You and Harry should go up and get some sleep. Long night I would guess." She turned to Ron, Fred, Scott, and George. "You four go de-gnome the garden! What will your mother say?" Mrs. Weasley asked Scott.

"Well…she'll be a little angry…" Scott admitted.

It was true, but Dad on the other hand would be very proud.

"I've never seen a de-gnoming before. I think I'll stick it out with Ron." Harry said.

"Same here." I told them.

When Mrs. Weasley took out a Gilderoy Lockhart book on how to de-gnome a garden, however, I felt nauseous. I loathed Gilderoy Lockhart. He was this big shot wizard that came out of nowhere, and all the women, well my sister and I not included, loved him. Just then, Ginny and Chelsea showed up. Ginny took one look at Harry and squeaked and ran away.

"Ginny." Ron said.

"And this is my little sister, Chelsea." I told Harry.

Chelsea and Harry shook hands.

"Pleasure." Chelsea said, and then she bounded up the stairs after Ginny.

"Ginny has been talking about you all summer." Ron told Harry.

"Quite annoying, actually." I admitted.

"Bit of a headache." Scott added.

"Yes, she has a crush on you." George said.

"Probably wants your autograph." Fred added.

Mrs. Weasley shot Fred a dirty look, and Fred looked at his plate. I just snickered. After we ate, we went and de-gnomed the garden, and I told Harry that I actually snuck into the back of the car so that I could be there when we rescued him, and then Mr. Weasley came home. I smiled and waved at him, and he waved back.

"Good to see you Lana!" He called.

"Your sons took out your car last night to get Harry!" Mrs. Weasley told her husband.

"Did they?" Mr. Weasley asked. "Harry who?"

I pointed to Harry, who was standing next to me, and then I pointed to my forehead.

"Good Lord! It can't be Harry Potter!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed. "Very pleased to meet you." He told Harry.


"Really? How did it go?" Mr. Weasley asked.

Mrs. Weasley smacked him.

"I mean that was very wrong boys. Very wrong indeed." Then he winked at me, obviously knowing full well that I had gone out with them on purpose.