Aurora's POV

It's been a few days since Sirius came home. Things are ok. He hates Kreacher and doesn't trust him. He doesn't hurt him, but neither does he show him any kindness. I tried to talk to him about it, but he wouldn't listen. I just pray it doesn't come back to bite him in the ass.

Sirius has done a little cleaning of some of the bedrooms. As we'll be having guests arriving soon. They'll be living here for the summer. Sirius has told me a little about them. It'll be the Weasley family, some of them anyway. They are relatives of ours. Mr Weasley's mother was a Black. He works at the ministry, misuse of muggle artifacts office. His wife Molly, is a stay at home mum and they have had seven children. Four of the children will come with their parents to live here.

And a muggle-born called Hermione may join them. I've never meet a muggle-born before. Sirius told me she is the brightest witch in her year. She is a gryffindor and one of Harry's best friends. I asked Sirius if Harry would be joining us also. He said yes, but he didn't know when. I hope he comes, I'd love to meet my god-nephew properly.

We're in the kitchen when we hear a knock on the front door. "Wait here" Sirius tells me while drawing his wand. I nod and he leaves the room. I get up and hear him talking to someone at the door. I soon hear footsteps approaching the room. I go into the chimney and wait. "Aurora!" Sirius calls confused.

"Whose Aurora?" a boy asks.

"No idea" a pair of voices answers.

"Aurora, it's ok. It's the Weasleys with Hermione, it is safe" Sirius assures me. I sigh and exit the chimney.

"Bloody hell!" the fifteen year old boy exclaims. His mother smacks the back of his head.

"Language" she snaps.

"Aurora this is Mr and Mrs Weasley. Their sons, Fred, George and Ron. Their only daughter Ginny and Ron's friend Hermione Granger" Sirius tells me. "Everyone my sister Aurora" he tells them.

"Your sister?" Hermione asks.

"How old were you?" the twins ask me.

"Boys, that's rude" Mr Weasley scolds them.

"I was days away from my brother and my tenth birthday. I don't know why I am ghost, but this is my home" I tell them. "I understand you all will be living here for the summer, but I have some requests" I state.

"Of course dear, anything" Mrs says.

"No one is to go into my room without permission and please do not destroy the tapestry in the drawing room. It's my only connection to my family" I tell them.

"We won't touch the tapestry or enter your room" Mr Weasley assures me.

"Thank you" I say.

"So you've never left this house?" Ron asks me.

"Once, I attended a death day party at Hogwarts. I believe I saw you both there with Harry Potter" I say looking at him and Hermione.

"That was our second year, I remember seeing you with another ghost. But you left early" Hermione states.

"Duncan gave me a tour of the school, I wish I could have gone" I tell her. Sirius looks thoughtful. "How about I give you kids a tour of the house?" I suggest.

"Excellent idea" Mr Weasley agrees.

"I'll call you when lunch is ready" Mrs Weasley adds.

"Please don't, it'll wake my mother's portrait and she is not pleasant" I tell her. "Just come find us" I add and she nods her head. "Oh Sirius, don't forget to fed Buckbeak" I remind him and he nods his head. I leave the kitchen with the children.

"Buckbeak is here?" Hermione asks.

"Oh you know him? Isn't he a gorgeous hippogriff?" I ask her. "He is in my mother's room if you want to see him" I tell her.

"Later" she says with a smile.

"So how long have you been a ghost?" Fred or George asks me.

"Twenty four years" I tell them.

"And you've been here alone all that time?" Ginny asks me.

"Not the whole time, only since the rest of my family died" I tell her. "Before you ask, my mother was the last of my family who died. Ten years ago" I explain.

"You must have been miserable" Ron states.

"Ronald" Hermione says sharply.

"I was lonely" I tell them. "Besides my mother never knew I was a ghost. Only my brothers did" I state. "My mother's portrait had a lot to say on the matter" I grumble.

"I'm sorry you have to live like this" Hermione tells me.

"We all are"Ginny adds and I give them a small smile.

"I'm used to it now" I tell them. "I can't move on and I will always be a ghost" I state. "Anyway, let me show you to your rooms" I tell them and head upstairs. The follow and I showed them each their rooms, then we went to see Buckbeak. Before Mrs Weasley came to get them for lunch. While they did that, I went to my room wanting to be alone. I am not used to being around so many people or talking so much.

I sit on my bed and look around my room. My eyes land on my old cat's basket and sigh sadly. Thinking about him. He'd been a gift on my fifth birthday, he refused to eat after my death. He passed away in his sleep about a week after my death. I loved that cat. He follow me everywhere, except for the day I died. I hope he is ok wherever cats go after death. I lay down and look up at my ceiling. My room is a little dusty, maybe I'll ask them to dust it.

A/N

Picture above of the Weasleys and Hermione.

Future chapters:

Harry's Arrival

The rest of the Summer

Christmas Holidays

Floo Call

Buckbeak Hurt

Sirius is Dead

Alone Again

Dumbledore's Offer

Trio's Return to Grimmauld

New Life

Family

Epilogue: 19 Years Later