#mrs fred weasley

[slytherclaw1978]

I usually don’t like anything involving both twins but I think this is the only fic I’ve ever read where I’ll allow it

Hear me out! Possessive sex + Overstimulation + Brat Taming + Breeding. Both of the Weasley Twins please. 🤭

I just always have this thought of just teasing the shit out of them when they’re work and fleeing afterwards. It’s almost as if we took their job of teasing us, and I could just imagine how pent up and frustrated they can be when they can’t do anything since there’s kids and adults around. The joke shop is suppose to be an appropriate place especially when it’s meant mainly for kids..Perhaps, add a part where we purposefully flirt with one of our old classmates. You can choose who! If you don’t like this idea, I completely understand! Feel free to add some kinks if you like or story elements. 🫶

Hi Anon! I’m so sorry it has taken so long to get this out, writing has had to be on the back-burner for now but I’m slowly getting back! Sorry for the lack of smut, it’s more of the setup as I’m abit smutted out 🖤

Warnings: Sexual tension, brat behaviour, Dom!sub relationships, polyamory, teasing, sexual references, mild swearing. Flirting, mentions of pregnancy, pregnancy kink, breeding kink.

Word count: 2.5k

Wonder Witch

You knew what you were getting into the second you opened up your wardrobe and changed into the outfit you'd carefully prepared for today. Your husbands had already long since departed the flat to set up the shop for the day, leaving you just a little later to sleep in, which you were thankful for.

Today was the big launch of new wonder witch products that the twins had been tirelessly working on, perfecting the range ready for the big launch today. You'd helped with ordering violently pink balloons to decorate every orifice of the shop, had banners printed and had even managed to convince Madame Puddifoot's to make some limited edition iced biscuits for the celebration, all in the same sickening shade of pink.

The icing on the cake was the costume that you'd picked out ready to hand out and display the new items, recreating the wonder witch icon on the packaging.

The dress in itself wasn't too risky, an array of pink and gold overlapping fabric that fell just above your knee, with a pointed witches hat in a smilies style. But it also had exposed shoulders with dropped sleeves and a corseted middle which hoisted in your waist to create a rather dramatic shape, highlighting your hips in a way that you knew would drive your husbands crazy. You carefully curled your hair and applied a healthy dose of mascara to really make your eyes pop before applying an equally vibrant lipsticks that you'd found matched the colour of wonder witch perfectly. You added a little highlighter around your cheeks to give you a little bit more of a playful look and slipped on your shoes to really help bring the look together.

When you looked in the mirror, you were more than pleased with yourself. You looked hot.

Checking the clock, you saw that it was 8:53am, just in time for the store to open. You could hear the twins flapping, mainly George, the moment you opened the door towards the staircase. They were bustling ready for the big opening and the unsurprising lack of Verity meant that she was probably going to be late again.

"Angel can you put these products on the... shit." George says the second you walk down the stairs, noticing the outfit almost immediately.

"What's up with you?" Fred asks, walking over to George under the staircase until he comes into full view, noticing that his twin seems to be frozen on the spot. He turns, looking towards the direction George seems frozen at and you watch as his eyes widen also comically wide. "Holy Godric."

"Morning," you say cheerfully, leaning up to press a kiss to George's cheek before doing the same to Fred as they look at you in complete shock, mouths slightly parted. "Where do you want me?"

"Um," George says, clearing his throat though his eyes hardly move from the curve of your breasts, a prominent feature of your dress. You fight the urge to laugh, wanting to keep up your little innocent play, pretending that you had no idea why they were looking at you like that.

"You want these on the shelf?" You ask, batting your eyelashes at them, watching as Fred's tongue pokes out to wet his lips.

The little clock on the wall chimes, signalling the store opening, just as you bend down to grab the box of products and you look up with pouting lips, watching as the twins hardly react to the chimes.

"You gonna unlock the doors big boy?" You ask Fred with a singular raised eyebrows, noticing how he doesn't even attempt to pull out his wand. A frantic knock on the doors pulls him out of his thoughts and you all turn to see Verity knocking to be let it, surrounded by a large crowd of customers ready to shop the new products. You flash a little wink at George as Fred unlocks the doors with a flick of his wand, the fireworks and the tricks beginning all in perfect synchronisation. When you look back up after picking up the box of products and see your two men still staring at you, completely unaware of the swarm of customers bursting through the doors, you knew today was going to be fun.

The store was packed right from opening, a never-ending swarm of people crossing through the doors until the shop was almost too full of people, all wanting to get their hands on the new merchandise. It was an overwhelming success, the new line of wonder witch products and cosmetics and you were thankful, fortunate and insanely proud of your husbands for pulling off the ideas you'd created together. You should have been tired, drained from the day as it neared closing time but truthfully you were on an adrenaline high, on cloud nine from teasing your husbands all day and seeing their increasing desperation.

All day you'd made sure to be a little bit of a brat, an utter tease whilst trying to portray yourself as an innocent Angel- something you knew for a fact that they didn't believe in the slightest.

George was easier to rile up, always quicker to respond to your more subtle teasing. You'd brushed past him a number of times today, the packed shop only aiding your need to slowly brush your ass against the front of his trousers as you squeezed past him or to pass something up to Verity on the stairs, ensuring that he got a face full of cleavage as you stretched up. You'd caught him staring at you more times today than you could count on all your extremities, especially when you climbed the stairs above him, ensuring that he knew your bare thighs were right above him.

Fred didn't always respond to subtlety, so you knew your efforts had to be boosted when it came to him. You'd purposely licked and sucked at one of the dark mark lollipops in the most outrageous way whenever he was paying attention and you'd even heard him choke on his own spit when he noticed.

You knew you had him when you were explaining to a group of seventh year girls about the patented daydream charms and how how they worked, passing out the colourful boxes items around the group as they accepted them with eager and curious eyes.

"Up to thirty minutes of pure, blissful imagination; let me tell you it will create a very realistic daydream of your choice so you know that boy you're crushing on? You're going to have the best thirty minutes of your life."

You're met with a round of playful giggles as you smile at them, knowing you were in for a good sale.

"Have you used it?" One of the girls asks and you nod eagerly with a smirk, knowing that Fred was just behind you from the way you could feel his presence, hearing him talk only moments before.

"Not since I married him," you say with a smirk as you receive another round of girlish giggles. "Between us, those thirty minutes with Fred were some of my most imaginative creations, believe me these little things are special," you say, twisting the box in your hands. "Just don't tell George." You watch as the girls' eyes light up and they quickly shove them in their baskets. You turn then, catching Fred's eye as he pretends not to have been listening and you act as if you're bashful about what he might have heard, placing a strand of hair nervously behind your ear as you walk away, making sure to sway your hips ever so slightly, knowing he'd be watching.

By lunchtime, you'd effortlessly riled them up to a point that it was so painfully obvious what they were trying to hide that you found yourself biting back a smirk for most of the day. They were so easily and deeply affected that it was rather fun to watch, but none more so than when Dean Thomas came into the shop just after the dinner time rush. You'd taken a quick break and had reapplied your lipstick, carefully checking you appearance before you walked down the stairs back to work. Dean had been talking to both of your lives near the stairs when he spotted you, eyes briefly widening as he took in your appearance. Unfortunately for him, Fred had been mid sentence and had definitely noticed Dean checking you out, making his go silent and cause a thunderous look to cross his face.

"Y/n, hi! It's good to see you!" Dean smiles as you approach them all, careful to avoid looking at the faces of your husbands who had now both caught on to Dean's over-pleasant demeanour.

"Dean, good to see you too!"

"You look good! Who knew that y/n (*maiden name) would become wonder witch!" His hands gesture towards your outfit and then to the display of new products to the side with your likeness on.

"It's Weasley," both twins said a little too quickly, in perfect synchronisation, making you have to bite the inside of your cheek to stop a laugh spilling out at their obvious jealously.

"Of course," Dean says somewhat absently, not picking up on the sudden hostility aimed at him by the shop-owners. "So what have you been up to? Do you see the others much?"

"Didn't ask us this many questions," you hear George mumble under his breath to Fred, who has crossed his arms across his chest and is hardly blinking, watching Dean closely.

"The usual," you smile, shooting a fleeting glance at your two husbands who's red faces seem to match their hair. "Keeping these two in line, keeping the shop afloat," you joke.

"So no little Weasley's running about yet?"

You could almost sense the little eye twitch George did at the words and you were certain that Fred seemed to stand even straighter, making himself even taller to tower over Dean.

"Hopefully soon," you say, biting your lip and George's eyes flicker to you with a fire in them, your words affecting him more easily than you'd anticipated. Fred seemed to incidentally lose his footing and was knocked off balance for a second, breaking the rather playful mood that had settled between you and Dean.

After Dean had left with a few things he'd come for, you finally accepted your fate and let the veil slip enough to drop the innocent act you'd been playing all day. Fred had cornered you beside the till, a stolen moment of peace as you reached high up to re-stock the daydreams, flashing him with a glimpse of your stocking.

"Really Freddie?" You pretended to admonish as you felt his rather prominent evidence of arousal against your hip as he started to get grabby with you, nearing the end of his restraint. "This is a respected establishment Mr Weasley, there are children about!"

You shuffled past him with a little tut, hiding your smirk behind your hair, leaving him stranded with mouth agape at your sudden boldness. George wasn't faring much better, his eyes still fixed on the curve of your breasts whenever he caught a glimpse, silently watching you rile him up further and further as your act slipped away.

With one last attempt at completely flipping the switch inside of them, throwing them over the metaphorical cliff, you doubled down your efforts. It was nearly closing time and you walked slyly over to the cash register whilst George was cashing up for the night and began stretching, pointing out your chest and making some very questionable noises. You adjusted the little cold shoulder straps on your dress and readjusted your breasts in the dress, sensing your attentive audience of George who was close by and Fred who had stopped what he was doing to watch you from across the shop. You suddenly turned and walked behind George, placing your hand on his hip as you squeezed past to reach for a carrier bag, carefully dragging your hand over his lower back as you leaned down. When you began to turn and walk away, you felt a large hand shoot out and grab your wrist.

“Angel.”

His tone was clear and clipped, telling you everything you needed to do.

“I know exactly what you’re doing,” he says, moving to stand behind you in the near empty shop, an obvious erection pressing into your behind. “Keep going little brat, you’re only fuelling the fire.”

When he lets you go and turns back to his task with no other reaction, you knew it was time to slip away. You rushed up the stairs, carefully avoiding both of them, ready for the next step of the plan. You’d prepped dinner on your lunch break, wanting to get ahead for the night and flicked the oven on with a flick of your wand as soon as you made it upstairs. You kicked off your shoes, pulled off your panties and waited, busying yourself to ward off the desperate arousal you were feeling, anticipating a good but long night ahead.

As soon as you heard the familiar, incoming footsteps on the landing, you bent over in your skirt to slip the pie into the oven, giving them quite a show when they walked in.

“Fucking Godric,” you heard Fred exclaim when he stepped through the door, followed by a similar curse only moments later by his twin as they see your pussy on full display for them, peeking out from below the short skirt as you bend over.

“Princess,” he says, beginning to stalk over to you as you pulled yourself up, closing the oven. You looked at them innocently, big doe-eyes and fluttering lashes as you watched them darkly approach you.

“You were naughty today,” George says, his hand reaching out to cup the back of your neck as he pulls you into a devastatingly sinful kiss that immediately makes your nipples harden under the dress. You gasp into his mouth when you suddenly feel a hand creeping up your inner thigh, underneath your dress.

“Remember what you said to Dean, princess?” Fred asks, voice dangerously low, prompting you to nod whilst trying to catch your breath. You knew exactly what you’d said, what you’d hoped for.

“Reckon we should start now?” He asks, his hand ghosting over the curve of your ass, feeling the bare flesh underneath his fingers. “Want you knocked up right fucking now.”

“Agreed,” George adds, somehow looking and sounding ever darker and more determined than Fred. George suddenly reaches out and turns off the oven with a harsh flick of his wrist, smirking when you look up at him in confusion at him turning off the oven.

“We’re not gonna be done with you that soon,” he says with a devilish smirk. “Gonna cum in you over and over, taking turns filling you. There’s gonna be so much cum in you that you won’t know where you start and we end, get you all round from us. Now.”

“Get on the bed.”

[cherry-pop-elf]

Sweet As Sweets

Fred Weasley x Chubby! Reader x George Weasley

(Can be read as platonic, because we all wish we had someone to comfort us on a sensitive topic like this)

Summary: You were being bullied by a gaggle of students for your weight. You were just enjoying a trip to Honeydukes with your friends. Made you self conscious, and that didn’t fly over the twins heads. They are going to fix your problems. Every last one of em

Warnings: Eating disorders, topics of weight, bullying, lots of weight talk, insecurity’s, the twins getting violent because no one hurts their loved ones

“Well if it isn’t my favorite trio-“ Mrs. Flume would beam, as she saw you three. You and the Weasley twins. All smiles. Every time it was time for Hogsmeade, you three had to come to the candy shop. Who can resist Honeydukes? Certainly not you three. Not to mention she adored the twins. They were always happy to help her, and gave her such wonderful ideas for new treats. She knew that the day they made their shop a reality that she would be more than happy to offer to stock their shelves with sweets. Honeydukes in Diagon alley. A perfect business prosper!

“Hey Mrs. Flume!” You waved, as the twins were already quick to help her with the bag in her hands. Fred with holding it, while George with putting what was needed on the shelves. Some things just needed a human touch, after all. Had you giggle. They were tricksters, sure, but no one can argue that they were business savvy. It’s what made you respect them so much. Jokes, but knowing there was a time and place.

“I was hoping to see you lot again soon. Oh there is this new candy my husband and I created. You three always have such wonderful opinions. Who better to know what kids like than kids themselves?” She would beam to you, and you had to smile. Such a sweet woman. Suppose you three really rubbed off on her.

“I’ll be right back. Boys, can you help me a moment?” She would ask, as the twins gave mock salutes to her. Had her chuckle at their Go Gettem attitude. Had her ruffle their beanies, that kept that vivid orange hair safe and warm. Off to work they went, as you stayed behind. Just admiring the beautiful shop.

“No surprise you are in here again.” Someone would call out to you. Your heart dropped, as you knew that voice. Was one of those prefects. Not the ones like Percy. Those who drank on power, and liked to abuse it. You couldn’t argue with them, or they would take house points from you. Even if you were in the same house. Made it sting more that your own house could wish such pain.

“Leave me alone.” You grumbled, as you tried not to face the gang. You didn’t want to. That gang of prefects was always bullying people like you. People who didn’t starve themselves to the point those high cheek bones were a product of starvation. They felt better than you because they were on the opposite end of the spectrum of hunger. They had their own battles, but they were taking it out on people. Spreading the toxic disease.

“What? Mouth already stuffed full?” Another one of prefects mocked, as they made a pig snout pull at their nose. Followed by oinking, as the gang echoed it. Had your eyes water, as you tried to cover your ears with your hat. Anything to make them shut up.

“Stop hogging all the sweets. We know you are one, but move-!” And a sharp push was given to your side. Had you squeak, as you plopped on your butt. The chain reaction causes you to hit the side of a counter, and pumpkin fizz soak your clothes.

“Now you STINK like one to-!” They continued to mock, as your eyes water. You just couldn’t take it. They were always following you into whatever shop you went. If it had food in it, even though you didn’t go to eat, they haunted you. They were probably jealous you were such good friends with the twins. More like had friends in general, that weren’t surface level. Regardless you would stumble upwards. Slipping on the soda, as you ran out into the snow. Sobbing, as the twins returned.

“Hey, where did-?” Fred puzzled, before the gaggles of prefects quickly hushed. Playing dumb, as they all looked around. Pretending to be curious of what the shop had to offer, while George noticed the fizzy footprints. That made him nudge Fred, and he took the hint. The duo soon outside, to see you sniffling in a frosty bench.

“What happened?!” The twins asked, as they hurried over. George was quick with a hot air charm, just like Molly taught him, as Fred looked over the scene. The orange soda unable to hide your tear stained cheeks.

“I eat alot, that’s what happened!” You hiccuped, as you rubbed your eyes. That had the twins sigh. Not in annoyance, or bother. But in empathy. Not the first time those prefects bullied someone your shape.

“And? We eat alot to!” George tried to defend, but you just sniffled more. “But you two don’t get fat-!” You hiccuped again, as Fred was sitting next to you.

“Oh come off it. Mum’s fat!” And that had George smack his shoulder. “SHE IS-! But that doesn’t mean she isn’t our mum. She’s big, and big ain’t bad. She and we don’t get along that well, but she’s still a wonderful mum.” Fred tried to clarify.

“Yeah. Also the best hugs. Our hugs suck because we’re sticks and bones.” George tried to tease. It was nice, though. They said Fat but not with that negative energy. Was just another word. Wasn’t sugar coating things at all. They were being honest, and not trying to make you feel better to stop your crying. Their words were real. Had you calm down, a little.

“Also, like look-“ George added, as he finished the charm. “You know how us Weasley’s are. Food is like a language. We like food. Food brings people together. And when we become business men, it’s gonna be the best way to say we care.”

You were understanding what he was trying to say. The Weasleys were a poor family, but they tried to feed. Hence why the older siblings were thinner than the younger. To try and make sure the younger ate. But with siblings moving out, getting jobs, food is able to not be so sparse. Food was now a enjoyment, compared to survival.

"When we make it big, I hope we can get fat id anythkng-!" That had you roll your eyes, but you were grasping what they meant. Still, you couldn’t help but pinch at a roll on your stomach.

“Oh stop that.” Fred would soon trap you in a hug. Made you unable to move your arms, as George joined in. Trapped between them too. Forced to listen, and unable to degrade yourself more.

“Charlie is also fat. Like he can’t keep flexing twenty four seven.” George added, as you recalled meeting him before. He was an extremely well built man. Excess mass is still excess mass. He’s right. You can’t just flex all the time. Even muscular guys are squishy.

“But-“ You couldn’t finish your thought, as Fred poked your nose. “Don’t say ‘but he actually has muscles’ you baby. We would love you if you were built like a train, or as skinny as a wooden one. So shut up about that.” Fred would lecture you.

“Not to mention you aren’t even that big. Like come on. Like COME ONNNNN-“ George would whine, as he plopped his head on your shoulder. “Like come on. So what if you eat a little more. You actually ENJOY food. Like come on.” He grumbled on.

“We rather be friends with someone who enjoys our cooking, and experiments to eat, than a skinny asshole who thinks just eating a slice of bread is going to murder you. Like this whole thing is dumb. Skinny this, fat that. Lame.” Fred would huff, as their own bodies were suffering issues.

The twins were very skinny, and that was a fact. They had developed muscle, from quidditch, sure. But they also were still underweight. It was so hard to keep on weight, given how much work they did. Suppose it can be exhausting being told you had a body to die for, when you hated it to begin with. Helped you see that maybe there were just as much perks to being plus size, as there were to being skinny. It’s your body. What’s with everyone wanting to be in your business?

“Come on. You deserve to edulge a little. Come on.” The twins would flutter their eye lashes, in that Halo Wearing way, and you snorted. They would call that a victory, as they smooshed their cheeks with yours. Warmth, love, and affection. What you needed.

“We will be right back. Trust us. Just enjoy the snow-“ They winked, before running back inside. You were a bit confused, but figured better not to question it. They were the twins after all. You made a guess someone’s going to be set on fire.

Seems you were right. It was a little while, but you soon saw the gaggle of school yard bully’s run outside. Their hair indeed on fire, and faces flushed heavily. As if they ate some kind of spicy candy.

They were all so desperate to stop the heat, and were soon all jumping into snow banks. Desperate to stop the burning. Just rolling around, and making a scene. Was such a sight, as they melted the snow. Reached the earth under it, and they were soon covered in mud. Cooled off, but a mess.

“Oink oink, wankers-!” The twins shouted, and laughed. Many of the fellow students pointed as well. Those prefects were in their own little mud baths. All to be pointed at, with laughter and mockery.

“Hey, we got some cool candy that Mrs. Flume wants us to test out. Let’s hit up The Three Broomsticks to try it out-!” George would cheer, as he held up the large bag of sweets. A mixture of bought, gifted, and experimental.

With Fred helping you stand up, to give you some pride and dignity, you would look through the open doorway. There was Mrs. Flume. She seemed to be closing the lid to a candy jar full of red little balls of sweets. When you two met eyes, she gave a hush. With a wink. You would nod your head to her, with a smile, before the twins yanked you off to your next adventure.

“I see someone took up your advice on prank candy.” You giggled, as those twins gave gasps. Making ‘who, us?!’ And fake looks of disbelief. That just had you all laughing even more, as they kept up the dramatic little scene of pretend innocents.

The day could have gone better, but then again the twins found a way to indeed make it better anyway. Such as snuggling with you in a booth. No shame between you three, as you enjoyed a nice hot meal. With butterbeer, and your favorite sweets. A day to just enjoy yourself. Cheat days were needed in life anyway.

You still were a little self conscious, but the twins were happy to help you in whatever direction you went. To be your biggest cheerleader for if you wanted to lose weight, or be your knights in shining armor for if you were contented with just the way you are.

Either way, you’ll never say no to the pure comfort of sharing sweets with the people you found sweet.

[caslyra]

Sometime at Grimmauld Place in the summer of 1995

Sirius (yelling from somewhere upstairs): Moony?

Remus (distracted): Kitchen, Padfoot.

Fred (looking up): Hang - on.

George (also looking up): Moony? Padfoot?

Fred (slowly): Like in... Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs?

George (perking up): Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief Makers-

Remus: Er-

Sirius enters, exchanges a look with Remus, raising his eyebrows in amusement

Fred: - are proud to present-

Fred and George (now yelling): - THE MARAUDER'S MAP?

Remus shrugs, a smile playing around his lips.

Sirius (winking): I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good.

Fred (startled): No - way.

George (leaning back): We have so many questions.

[adekalyn]

Mr. And Mrs. Weasley relaxing in front of the fireplace late on Christmas Eve.

Fred and George, out of bed and fire extinguisher in hand: WHAT’S THIS?! SANTA FLAMBÉ??

[everythingandnothingfromme]

Just iconic

[angiecutieee]

SOME MORE HP MEMES YALLLLL

[aprill-99]

Here’s my new rule on character deaths:

If all the fix-it fic on AO3 has to do is say “actually, no they didn’t” and NOTHING else in the story/plot needs changes, then the death was unnecessary.

I don’t mean the ones where the authors write it and then just forget the character exists for the rest of the plot because they chose to focus on other characters/events. I mean the times where the authors can use that meme from the Avengers with Samuel L Jackson ignoring the counsel, change maybe 4 paragraphs, and the rest of the story needs absolutely no changes.

[f-o-and-selfship-club]

Childhood lovelies

[novafaery]

The amount of things I hype fixate over is astounding! I mean look at it! (included with favorite characters)

The Boys in The Boat (Don Hume)

Harry Potter (The Weasley Twins)

ROTTMNT (Leonardo)

Welcome Home (Frank)

Fantastic Mr. Fox (Ash or Agnes)

The Isle of Dogs (Chief)

Maze Runner (Newt)

Frasier ( Niles Crane)

I have more, I might gain more, whatever. But yeah, I probably will never stop being a good little movie nerd. :3

[raisinlessbun]

this is going to be specific but why does every fred weasley spotify playlist have mr loverman on it

not complaining tho, it’s his song from now on.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 2

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book. It is solely fluff- nothing sexual

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

.💚💚.

Dear Elizabeth, Ron just wrote me to tell me that he and Fred and George are going to try and save Harry. That's the way he put it anyways. I think he just means going and picking him up. I certainly hope they don't do anything dangerous or against the wizarding rules. I'm incredibly busy with homework and studying-I'm sure you're doing the same. I just wrote a letter to Ron saying that I'm going to Diagon Alley next Wednesday. Will you be able to make it? . I'm still waiting to hear back from Ron. I figure we should get our Hogwarts letters sometime this week. Love, Hermione

I sighed, setting aside the letter. Hogwarts again. Now don't get me wrong, I love Hogwarts, it's my home away from home but. . .I closed my eyes, laying down on the bed. I'd nearly been killed three times and had jumped from a window to escape death. I could only imagine what horrible things were going to happen this year.

Knock it off, I scolded myself. You put yourself in that situation, if you had just been as obedient as every other kid, you wouldn't have been in that situation. Just don't do anything stupid or irresponsible this year.

Easier said than done though. I turned away from the letter and went over to the music player, putting on a Beatles record. Then, laying down on my bed, I closed my eyes, thinking, looking into this upcoming year.

My visions worked funny. I can't just see into a year, it's like there's a block on them until I get closer to the actual date. But sometimes- and only sometimes- if I concentrated enough, I could get a farther view.

"I wanna hold your hand. . ."

I concentrated farther. The visions moved fast, some of them melting together and others stood out like pictures on a wall. A sudden image of a young blond man with extravagant clothes was standing in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Then red paint on a wall. Then, water on the floor. A potion bubbling in the bathroom. Then, hissing and-

"ELIZABETH!" Dad called from somewhere downstairs.

I jumped, falling off my bed and knocking over the record player. It crashed to the ground. "Idiot." I muttered, pushing myself up off the ground, getting to my feet. I wasn't entirely sure if I was talking about myself or dad.

Dad appeared in the doorway. He surveyed the damage and then grimaced. "Trying to meditate?"

"Something like that," I muttered, pulling out my wand and pointing it at the record player.

"Elizabeth." Dad's voice had warning in it and I sighed, putting down my wand. Dad pulled out his own wand. "Reparo." He said calmly and the record player was repaired. Then, putting his own wand away, he said, "You know you're not supposed to do magic outside of school."

I picked up the player, putting it on my dresser. I'd just said I was going to stop being a rebel and here I was, already breaking the new found resolution. Maybe I should wait until New Years to make the resolution. "Sorry, I forgot."

"Come on downstairs, we have stuff to talk about." Dad said, leaving the room.

Seeing that there was no choice, I followed. I slumped into a seat at the breakfast table. "What happened?" I asked dully. I had forgotten about going and seeing him when he went up to his room last night.

"I got a erm, new job." Dad said uncomfortably, stirring his tea. I sat up and stared at him, trying to find out what was so bad about this new opportunity.

"Okay. . ." I said slowly, thinking, frowning in concentration.

"I'm going to have to leave next Wednesday." He said, "Which means that I won't be able to transport you to Kings Crossing on September 1st."

"Oh that's okay!" I said immediately. Whatever made things easier for Dad. "Ronald Weasley invited me to stay at his house. We're all planning on meeting up at Diagon Alley next Wednesday anyways. I can just go and stay with him. Or Hermione probably wouldn't mind either."

Dad blinked in surprise. "You didn't tell me your friends asked you to stay over."

I blushed. "Grounded, remember?"

Dad gave me an amused smile. "You're going to stay out of trouble this year, right?"

"Yes, and I'm going to make the Hufflepuff Quidditch team." I said. "So that broom doesn't go to waste."

At that moment, my rabbit Sushi sprinted through the room, did a lap around the table, and then did binkies back into the hallway.

"Awww." I squealed, my whole body tightening up in happiness. "You're so-" Then I stopped, turning to my dad and asked seriously. "Wait, who's going to take care of Sushi?"

Dad chuckled, "You would be worried about that, wouldn't you?" He smoothed my hair back with his hand, "I already asked Trang's parents to watch him. They're delighted."

"Oh good." I said happily, relaxing. "I'm going to go upstairs and pack."

"Already?" Dad asked in surprise.

"Well, I also have to send an answer to Ron and my bedroom's a mess so I need to locate everything." I said, blushing again.

"Oh, that's right." Dad said, taking a sip of tea. "I'll be cooking dinner tonight."

"Aww, dad I can still do that." I said.

Dad waved his hand. "It'll taste fine."

I hesitated. "Wait, no."

Dad frowned. "I don't cook that badly."

I laughed. "It's not that, I want to celebrate this new job opportunity. Come on, I'll take you out to eat."

Dad looked even more surprised than he had before. "Take me out to eat? Where?"

I jumped up and down in joy. "There's this great restaurant that you haven't been to before. It's called Panda Inn here. But in the U.S. it's called Panda Express. Apparently, they're supposed to have this delicious chicken that Trang calls Orange chicken. I've been wanting to try it for a long time now!"

Dad laughed and grinned. "So is this celebration for me or for you to try out your chicken?"

"Guilty." I said, grinning back.

"Oh," Dad said, picking up a piece of mail. "This came for you."

I grabbed it. "My Hogwarts letter!" I flipped it over and glared at him. "It's already open. That's a crime you know."

Dad laughed. "Only if you tell. The books ought to be interesting though."

I read over the list quickly.

The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 by Miranda Goshawk Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart

"I have to get and read all of these?" I asked revolted by the matching of letters like a children's book. "What a waste of money."

I finally got a real laugh out of dad. Then he grinned at me, "Wonder what he wrote about the Werewolves?"

I gave him a reluctant smile. "I'll read that one first and tell you."

"Alright, so go get ready." Dad said, finishing off his tea, "I'll be waiting."

I stared at him, raising an eyebrow. "Dad, it's a Muggle restaurant."

"So?" He looked at me confused.

"You need to go get dressed in Muggle clothes." I said, my lips twitching upwards into an amused smile. I waved a hand at his wizarding robes.

"Oh that's right." He muttered. "Let's see who gets ready the fastest."

I giggled sprinting up the stairs, and I heard a crack in the dining room, telling me he had apparated. "CHEATER!" I shouted, dashing into my bedroom. I heard him laughing from his room.

I pulled on my shoes and grabbed my purse, quickly checking to see how much money I had. I flipped through the bills- £60. Great, that should be enough to cover dinner tonight. I turned out the light and then dashed back downstairs. Yes! I'd beaten dad.

I bit my lip, slightly amused. I was eleven- almost twelve- why was I being so childish? I had this problem a lot. This was something we hadn't done since I was maybe eight. I sighed. Perhaps dad felt bad about leaving, or maybe there was something he wasn't telling me.

Dad popped down next to me with another crack. "Alright you win."

I grinned up at him. I'd question him tonight at dinner. "Let's go."

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𝕴 𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖉 𝖎𝖓 bed, staring up at the ceiling. I kept messing with the ring dad had given me for my birthday. Turning it over, feeling along it. It was a baby dragon ring, sometimes it curled its tail around my finger tighter. Sometimes it moved its head and I felt a little warmth along my palm. It was green, and sparkly, and felt like it was made of glass but it wasn't.

I sighed, rolling over, and carefully placed it on the bedside table. It curled up and I stared at it. I tried to figure out what was nagging me.

I closed my eyes, trying to sleep. Trang was leaving for America tomorrow, I was going to go and see her off at the airport.

I fell into sleep.

A shadowy figure stood on the edge of a large walkway. There were hissing noises and a snake slithered out and reached up to the person's waist. It was an anaconda snake, a type of water snake- native to the Amazon Rainforest in Brazil.

'Dangeroussss thingssss are going to happen. . . more dangerousssss than perhapssss the firsst time. . .' The boy whispered to the snake. He stayed in the shadows so all I could see was that he was tall. So the boy spoke parseltongue? But how could I possibly understand what they were saying? Oh, right, I must be dreaming.

The snake's tongue flicked in and out, 'find the ssssprocket, find the ssink, it all worksss asss well asss you think.'

So snakes could rhyme? Strange.

The boy turned to face me and all I could see were two, glowing red eyes.

I woke up with a start, sweating. I looked over at the clock. It was six in the morning. I slumped back down on my bed. Once my breathing returned back to normal, I climbed out of bed to start my day.

I quickly got dressed for a muggy day- jeans, a T-shirt, and a light rain jacket. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and tucked my locket under my shirt. I hadn't felt it burn in ages, so I felt safe wearing it under my clothes again.

I hesitated, looking at the ring, and finally realized why I felt so weird last night- I hadn't sent Harry anything for his birthday. But, he could definitely still be at his house, I hadn't heard back from Ron yet for confirmation about staying with him next week.

I picked up the dragon ring and put it close to my finger. It curled around it and I smiled. I was going to have to thank Dad again.

I grabbed my purse, put on my leather black combat boots, and ran down the stairs to go see Trang off at the airport.

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𝕭𝖞 𝖂𝖊𝖉𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖉𝖆𝖞, 𝕴 was packed and ready to go. My trunk was full of my Hogwarts robes, quills, ink bottles, and textbooks that I would need this year. Any book I didn't need was left on my bed. Any book I didn't need, but I wanted to bring, were packed in my leather school bag.

Dad had already left an hour ago so I didn't need to worry about good-byes anymore. I dragged my heavy trunk into the fireplace. I pulled my bag over my head, slinging it on my shoulder. I checked my pocket to make sure that my wand was still there.

I checked that I was wearing my locket, bracelet from Fred last Christmas, and my dragon ring. Then, I grabbed a handful of floo powder from the pot next to the fireplace and stepped into the fireplace. I threw it down and shouted "Diagon alley!"

I felt the spinning sensation and clutched tightly to my trunk so we'd both get out at the right time. When I saw the grate, I leaned forward and fell out. My trunk clattered down next to me and I quickly set it right side up and started pulling it towards the exit. Damn, why was this thing so freaking heavy?

"Elizabeth! Hey Elizabeth!" I heard my name being shouted by a familiar voice. I turned, a smile on my face.

George and Fred Weasley ran up to me. Their bright red hair was combed back the same way. They were still rather thin and tall.

"Hey guys." I said cheerfully, punching George's arm and smiling at Fred, "What's up?"

"Nothing much." George said, chuckling, punching me back lightly. "You?"

"I'm not looking forward to these stupid books we have to buy." I said with an eye roll. "They're ridiculously expensive and sound incredibly stupid."

Fred and George laughed but looked strained.

"Yeah, they are expensive." Fred said quietly, mostly to himself.

I bit my lip. I shouldn't be complaining. I'd grown up poor, but now I had a huge allowance from my parents. On the other hand, Fred and George had grown up poor and were still poor. I decided to get enough gold out of the bank so they could buy their own sets.

Mr. Weasley got out of the fire next and Fred introduced me to him.

"Harry should be coming next." Mr. Weasley said, when we were done with introductions. I waited eagerly, unable to control my excitement. While Harry didn't know that we were related, I did, and I was glad we were friends.

However, the next person that came out of the fire was Percy Weasley. He looked around as he came up to his father and asked, "Did Harry not come out?"

We all shook our heads. Percy cursed and said, "Harry went before me but he mixed up his words."

We all froze. "So. . . we don't know where he is?" I asked.

Percy nodded. Ron came out of the fire next. I closed my eyes, trying to see if I could find Harry. There- he was in a dark shop, a man with blond hair in the room with him. It looked like Harry was hiding in something. I didn't know exactly where he was, but in the end I could only figure one place like this.

"Elizabeth?" Fred asked. "You okay?"

"Oh, um yeah." I said. I quickly put my trunk up against the wall with other trunks, and locked it. Then I took off, Fred yelling my name behind me. Now which was was Knockturn Alley? I ran down the streets, probably looking crazy.

Then, I ran into Hagrid, who was walking up the streets with Harry.

"Lousy Muggles, If I'd known-" Hagrid was saying. "Careful where yer goin' Elizabeth!" he added as I bounced off of him. He reached out with a large hand and caught me before I fell on the street.

"Thanks Hagrid. Hi Harry!" I beamed.

"Hi Elizabeth." Harry said, smiling back shyly.

I heard a voice behind me saying "Harry! Elizabeth! Over here!"

I turned to see Hermione running down the Gringotts steps. "Hello Elizabeth!" Hermione said, embracing me.

Harry, Hermione, and I walked up the Gringotts steps with Hagrid.

"What happened to your glasses?" Hermione was asking Harry. "Hello, Hagrid- Oh it's wonderful to see you two again- are you coming into Gringotts, Harry?"

"As soon as I've found the Weasleys," Harry said with a grin, giving me a proper hug now that things had settled down.

"Let me see your glasses." I said, holding my hand out.

"Yeh won't have long ter wait." Hagrid said with a grin, pointing down the street.

The three of us peered down the street. Ron, Fred, George, Percy, and Mr. Weasley were all sprinting up the street towards us. I pulled out my wand and tapped Harry's glasses with my wand. "Reparo." His glasses snapped together and the glass shards connected again.

"Thanks." Harry said, putting his glasses back on.

"Yeh know yer not su'ppose ter be doin' magic outside of school Elizabeth." Hagrid chastised but he was grinning. The Ministry wouldn't know I was doing magic underage considering Diagon Alley was pretty much as magical and non-Muggle as you could get in London.

"Harry," Mr. Weasley said panting, as they caught up to us. "We hoped you'd only gone one grate too far. . . Molly's frantic- she's coming now-" He mopped his brow with a handkerchief.

"Where'd you turn out?" Ron asked, curious.

"Knockturn Alley." Hagrid said grimly.

"Excellent." Fred, George, and I all said together and then we all grinned at each other.

"We've never been allowed in." Ron said, sounding jealous.

"I should ruddy well think not." Hagrid growled at him.

I saw Mrs. Weasley running up the steps now, a handbag swinging violently from one hand, a little red-headed girl clutching her other hand. That must be Fred's little sister Ginny.

I started walking into Gringotts. I wanted to get the money so that I could get it to Fred and George before they left. Harry, Ron, and Hermione ran up to join me.

"Guess who I saw in Borgin and Burkes?" Harry asked. That must've been the store that I'd seen him in.

"Lucius Malfoy?" I asked.

"Yeah, and Draco." Harry said, giving me a surprised.

"Did Lucius Malfoy buy anything?" Mr. Weasley asked from behind us.

"No, he was selling-" Harry said.

"So he's worried. Oh, I'd love to get Lucius Malfoy for something. . ." Mr. Weasley said slowly and with some sort of satisfaction.

I didn't know Lucius Malfoy, but if he was anything like his son, than he was probably an evil git. Plus, I was fairly certain that he had been a Death Eater. By fairly certain I meant 100%. Oh the things rich people get away with.

We entered Gringotts and I told Harry and Ron to come with me. Ron was more than willing and we left Hermione in the main hall with her parents, who were exchanging Muggle Money for Wizarding coins. Mrs. Weasley went her separate way with Ginny.

We went to Harry's vault first. He had quite a bit of money, though perhaps a bit less than I did. Then we went to my vault. I filled two bags and then we went back up to the surface. I gave Ron half of one of the bags and winked at him and then went off to join Fred and George. I heard Ron sputtering behind me and Harry laughing.

Fred, George, and I met up with Lee Jordan outside the bank. I heard Mrs. Weasley shout from behind us. "And not one step down Knockturn Alley!"

Fred, George, and I laughed. That was the first place we visited. Fred and George went down two steps, Lee went down three. I went down the entire way and then sprinted back up. It became a competition until someone appeared at the end of the corridor and we all sprinted the entire way back towards Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop.

We relaxed, laughing.

"Mum's going to kill us if she finds out." George muttered, looking through the different types of fireworks.

"She's not going to find out." I said pleasantly. "So don't worry about it."

"Oh yeah, Ron says that you're coming to stay with us for the last couple weeks of vacation." Fred said, "Is that true?"

I nodded, "Yeah, my dad got a new work assignment and he had to leave today, so I had no way to get to Hogwarts later. So, since Ron had already invited me to stay, I accepted."

Ron, Hermione, and Harry came into the shop some time later, when we were about to leave. I wandered off on my own for a little bit, buying parchment and new quills. I also bought different types of ink. I was really going to miss my Muggle pens again this year.

I met up with Fred, George, Lee, Hermione, Ron, and Harry as we made our way to Flourish and Blotts. There were many other people trying to get into the shop. I looked at all the witches, a little amused, a little annoyed, cause there were not many wizards.

There was a banner in the window saying:

GILDEROY LOCKHART will be signing copies of his autobiography MAGICAL ME today 12:30 P.M. to 4:30 P.M.

"We can actually meet him!" Hermione squealed. "I mean, he's written almost the whole booklist." She smoothed her hair between her hands. It was a battle lost before she started it- her hair was never going to stop being bushy on its own.

I hung back with Fred, George, and Lee, internally groaning. Bloody hell, what a mess this was. I probably wouldn't be able to check the shelves for extra books because the walls would be crowded by witches. Maybe the owner would have some put away specially for me like he sometimes did when he thought I'd like something. Dad and I were his best customers.

We squeezed inside, past the adults. Hermione, Ron, Harry, and I each grabbed the Grade 2 book we needed off the stack by the door. Fred, George, and Lee each got books that they needed for their fourth year.

We went to stand next to the Weasley's and Grangers. I found myself next to Harry and turned to talk to him.

"How was your summer?"

"Could've been better." He said. "Honestly, I would've written back."

I grinned. "Oh I know, Dobby stopped you?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?" He asked in surprise.

"I know a lot of things." I said quickly. "But I actually just overheard you telling Hagrid."

Harry laughed.

At that moment, Gilderoy Lockhart came slowly into view and seated himself at a long table. There were many portraits of his face, winking and flashing on the table. The real man himself was wearing robes of light blue that matched his eyes. His hair was wavy and he wore a wizard's hat at an angle so not to mess up those waves. I stared at him with a mixture of horror and also giddiness.

He was extremely handsome though, I did have to admit that. I felt my cheeks grow red and I rubbed them, cursing internally. Stupid female hormones.

There was a short man wearing black and brandishing a black camera that emitted puffs of purple smoke with every blinding flash that emitted a smell of apricots. The reporter stepped backwards onto Ron's foot. "Get out of the way." The photographer snarled. "This is for the Daily Prophet-"

"Big Deal." Ron snarled back, holding his foot and rubbing it.

Lockhart apparently heard their interaction because he looked up at Ron. Then he moved his eyes along our line, eyeing Harry and then me. He leapt to his feet and positively shouted, "It can't be Harry Potter?"

"Oh bloody hell." I muttered as everyone in the store started whispering even more excitedly than they had moments ago when Lockhart had appeared.

The crowd parted as Lockhart walked down the stairs towards us. He grabbed Harry's arm and then, to my surprise, grabbed my arm as well, dragging us both up to the front of the room. I looked back at Fred, panicking. He looked just as surprised as I did.

Lockhart put one arm around each of our shoulders. I didn't smile as the photographer took pictures. "Nice big smile, Harry." Lockhart said through his own teeth. I didn't dare look at him in case the newspaper made my action out to be something other than disgust or confusion. As it was, I was panicking.

He didn't let us go when the pictures were done and I was starting to get strangely uncomfortable. "Ladies and gentlemen." He said loudly and the crowd quieted down. "What an extraordinary moment this is! The perfect moment for me to make a little announcement I've been sitting on for some time!

"When young Harry and his sister here stepped into Flourish and Blotts today, they only wanted to buy my autobiography- which I shall be happy to present them now, free of charge-" The crowd applauded, but I risked a glance at Harry. He looked at me, looking as confused as I was. The only difference being that my heart was pounding like crazy. Did Lockhart know somehow? I mean, surely not? I looked at the Weasleys. They were looking back and forth between Harry and I. The crowd was whispering. This was a complete nightmare. I should never have come. That seemed to be my signature line.

"They had no idea-" Lockhart continued, not caring about anything else but his little announcement. "that they would shortly be getting much, much more than my book, Magical Me. They and their schoolmates will, in fact, be getting the real magical me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have great pleasure and pride in announcing that this September, I will be taking up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

I groaned out loud but no one could hear me for the explosion of noise that burst in the bookshop. I wanted to die of embarrassment. I found myself being presented with the entire works of Gilderoy Lockhart, even more books than I needed for school.

I struggled back down to the Weasleys, Harry following me. I handed the books to Fred. "Keep them, I don't want them. Especially since he gave them to me for an incorrect reason."

"So you're not really my sister?" Harry asked behind me, and thankfully he was grinning.

I shook my head, my heart breaking that I couldn't tell him that I was. "I don't know why he thought that, we don't even look alike."

The Weasleys all seemed to accept this, but the others in the shop that had overheard were not as convinced and rumors were spreading. I was sure something was going to make the headlines. Bloody hell.

Harry tipped his books into Ginny's cauldron, telling her she could have his books. He'd buy his own. We went up and bought our books and then waited by Ginny's cauldron. I handed George money so that he could buy his own set. When Lee had his set, we all started to walk towards the back of the shop.

"Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter?" Said a sneering voice. We looked up to see Draco Malfoy and I tightened my grip on my huge stack of books. "Famous Harry Potter. Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page."

"Leave him alone, he didn't want all that!" Ginny said suddenly. I'd never heard her voice before but she had such a sweet voice.

"Potter, you've got yourself a girlfriend!" Malfoy drawled, giving Ginny a look over.

"Shut the hell up Malfoy." I snarled.

"Oh Kane." Malfoy said, sneering. "How'd you like being compared to someone as pathetic as Potter?"

"I would be quite proud to be Harry's sister." I said, speaking the truth for once on the subject of our sibling hood.

Ron and Hermione fought their way over, both of them clutching stacks of books.

"Oh, it's you." Ron said, giving Malfoy a disgusted look. "Bet you're surprised to see Harry here, eh?"

For a moment I was confused and then I remembered that they believed Dobby was the House Elf of the Malfoys. Of course, they were right, but I wasn't going to tell them that.

"Not as surprised as I am to see you in a shop, Weasley." Malfoy retorted, looking a bit confused himself. "I suppose your parents will go hungry for a month to pay for all those."

Ron went as red as Ginny and dropped his books into her cauldron. She nearly dropped the cauldron under the weight of two stacks of Lockhart books. Hermione and Harry reached out and grabbed the back of Ron's shirt as he went to hit Draco.

Fred and George were giving Malfoy an angry look. I touched Fred's hand softly and looked up at him and shook my head. It wasn't worth it. Lee was looking angry too, his arms crossed.

"Ron! Fred! George!" Mr. Weasley said struggling through the crowd to get to the back of the store. I felt my stomach drop, seeing a small glimpse of what was about to happen. "What are you doing? It's too crowded in here, let's go outside."

Now, I tugged on Fred's arm, trying to get us to leave before. . .

"Well, well, well- Arthur Weasley." A tall man with long blond hair and piercing gray-blue eyes was standing there now. He could almost be called handsome in his own way if he didn't have such a cruel, smirking look on his face. I felt my cheeks grow red again, the way they had when looking at Lockhart. Hm, maybe there was something wrong with me today. But he was quite good-looking. I supposed even bad people could look good.

"Lucius." Mr. Weasley said, nodding coldly.

"Busy time at the Ministry, I hear," said Mr. Malfoy. "All those raids. . . I hope they're paying you overtime?"

I gritted my teeth as he reached into Ginny's cauldron and picking out an extremely battered second-hand copy of her Transfiguration book.

"Obviously not." Mr. Malfoy said, his lip curled upwards. Draco stood to the side, smirking. "Dear me, what's the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?"

Fred and George gave a start and I grabbed both of them by the arms. My bag with all my books was cutting into my shoulder. Lee helped me out, restraining them. Mr. Weasley flushed a dark red. Mrs. Weasley, and the Grangers started coming over.

"We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy." Mr. Weasley said under his breath.

"Like you." I piped up, giving him a jaunty smile.

Mr. Malfoy's gaze flicked over to me, and Draco dropped his smile. Fred smiled and relaxed. I no longer felt a reason to restrain him anymore.

Then, Malfoy's eyes flicked over to where Mr. and Mrs. Granger were standing, watching the whole occurrence with Mrs. Weasley, who looked extremely nervous. "Clearly," Mr. Malfoy said, narrowing his eyes at the Grangers. Hermione blushed red and Mrs. Granger took a step back and shot a terrified look at her husband. "The company you keep, Weasley. . .and I thought your family could sink no lower-"

Hermione flushed even darker than the rest of us, and there was a thud as Ginny's cauldron went flying. I ducked to avoid it, Lee quickly pulling me out of the way.

Multiple people were yelling. Fred and George were yelling "Get him Dad!"; Draco was yelling, "Get your filthy hands off of him!"; Mrs. Weasley was shouting "No, Arthur, no!"; The assistant was shouting, "Gentlemen, please- please, the books!"

Then there was a louder voice, not yelling, but louder and much calmer saying, "Break it up, there, gents, break it up-"

Hagrid waded through the crowd and he pulled Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy apart from each other, holding them each in one hand. Mr. Weasley had a cut lip and Mr. Malfoy had a bruised eye. He was still holding Ginny's Transfiguration book. He thrusted it back in her cauldron, his eyes glittering with malice and an image flashed in my mind of a little black book.

Without another word, he pulled himself from Hagrid's grip and tried to march out the bookstore with dignity. Well! That wasn't happening. Pulling my wand I quickly whispered, "Offendo." Lucio's Malfoy tripped over his own two feet and fell flat on his face. There was some tittering and laughter from the crowd. Draco looked back and glared at me. I smiled and waved and turned my back on him. I slipped my wand back up my sleeve.

We were leaving now, with the urging of Hagrid. I trailed behind the rest of the group with Lee. Hermione was with her parents, Harry was with Ron, and the rest of the Weasleys were crowded around their parents. Lee and I walked in silence until we were about to part.

"I saw that tripping jinx." Lee said with a smile. "Nice work, I'm going to find a lot of hard spells this year for you to try."

I smiled back, "Thanks Lee. Have a great rest of your vacation."

I waved and hurried to catch up with the rest of the group. We were going to leave through the Leaky Cauldron instead of the Floo station. I went to get my trunk and then met up with the others in Leaky Cauldron.

We said good-bye to the Grangers and Hermione. I decided, as I stepped into the fireplace, that I could wait for Hogwarts to start. Who didn't like a nice vacation?

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[cherry-pop-elf]

How the Weasley siblings would react to you getting a tattoo inspired by them

Don’t forget, I take writing commissions! Don’t be shy!

William: Bill

He was shocked you even took his advice, but happy regardless. He was still trying to convince his family to get protection ruins tattooed on. They genuinely work. He’s alive after all, is he not? He’s so happy you got it. He is able to sleep FAR more soundly now, knowing you’ll be safer. He also, now, had more ammunition to convince the rest of his family to get one as well. There was also the fact it warms his heart to you it was him that inspired you to get it. That what he said really did matter, to you. You listened, and that meant the world to him. That alone was what made him feel flushed. Ah, his Habibi.

Charlie

He was waiting for the day. He’s drenched in his own. Often teasing that anyone who gets to close to him leave with one, like some kind of pox’s. Yeah, Molly never found it funny. But it seemed you did, since you got your own dragon around your arm. He can’t deny it. He’s a sucker for matching tattoos. There is something so beautiful about it, after all. So, it tugs on his heart strings. Knowing that the two of you matched. That a part of him was with you, constantly. But you never heard that from anyone. Shhhhh

Percy

He shocked, and rather curious. Now why would you go and do such a thing like that? He always found them rather unprofessional looking. Often sighting his own siblings as such examples. Like he was somehow better than them, because he had none. Yeah. You are totally cooler than a Curse Breaker, or Dragonologist, buddy. Keep dreaming. However, knowing why you got it has changed his views. Just a little. To see that you had a simple word on your wrist. His name. Simple, modest, sweet, and to the point. He still hated tattoos, but maybe he just hated them on certain people.

Fred

Loves it. He’s over the moon. He found it so sweet, and teases you about it constantly. How you are his, by law. Of course that’s not true, but you kinda knew what you signed up for. That ever teasing nightmare, the second that purple ink touched your skin. But, you got your revenge. Once you saw something familiar zipping across his arm one day. Oh the war you two had from it all.

George

He’s flustered, and flattered. He found it so sweet, and pretty adorable. That he had you inspired so much. He loves touching it, whenever you two are together. Tracing his fingers over the orange skin. He just found it so sweet. He had to return the favor, and now you two match. As him a blushing fool whenever you kiss his. Expect yours to be smooched in return. He just couldn’t get enough of it. He felt so special, and kinda different. He had something Fred didn’t, and now it was a nice reminder that they weren’t as identical as the world said. He had you.

Ron

He was wondering why you were so giggly, for a while. It all made sense, when he saw it. You were waiting for him to finally notice that damn flying car. It was one time-! Course now it’s the damn guardian of the woods, and makes sure kids get returned home safely. That was kinda nice. Deep down, he does like it. Loves that you loved his story so much, you wanted to remember it forever. Made him feel special. He deserves it, and you made sure that Ron knew he was special. Just like everyone else.

Ginny

Honestly, she kinda beat you to the punch. You both couldn’t stop laughing, when you saw each other’s tattoos. Seeing that quidditch broom flying was making her laugh that Weasley laugh. There was a reason you two dated, after all. Didn’t even have to say a word, and you two found a way to have matching ink. Didn’t even try, and it had you both in stitches. The hugs didn’t stop, as you two admire your brand new works of art.

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The Black Order Year 2

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The Black Order Year 2

Year Two

Harry enjoyed living with the Diggorys, Mr and Mrs Diggory were nothing like the Dursleys, they included Harry in their conversations at the dinner table with Cedric and his younger siblings, twins, a boy called Robert and a daughter called Pattinson that were due to start at Hogwarts in two years. Harry was allowed to do a lot of things that he hadn’t been allowed to do at Privet Drive, he could even go into the village and visit Ron, provided Cedric went with him to ensure he didn’t get hurt of course, they were with the Weasleys when Dobby first appeared.

Mrs. Diggory arrived shortly after Cedric and the twins subdued the elf, retrieving Harry’s letters from Hermione. After reviving the elf, they started to question him, he revealed his name to be Dobby, before vanishing into thin air. That was the first time he heard Cedric swear.

*/TBO/*

A week later, their book lists arrived. Harry asked who Gilderoy Lockhart was, receiving a mutter that sounded like ‘a pompous hunt’ from Mrs. Diggory. They agree to meet the Weasley’s in Diagon Alley, which later led them to a crowded Flourish and Blotts and, subsequently, the Malfoys. Mr. Diggory had to hold Mr. Weasley back, while a man with auburn hair in black robes stared at them. Mr. Malfoy left shortly after he spotted the man, who just glared at him.

“Who’s that?” Asked Harry, pointing to the man.

Mr. Diggory frowned, “That’s Fabian Prewett, he and his brother were fighting against You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters. Gideon was a good man. Fabien was forced to watch as his brother was, quite literally, torn apart. Fabien was one of the founding members of the Black Order.”

*/TBO/*

Harry and the Diggory’s arrived at Platform 9 ¾ around eight in the morning, Amos helping both Harry and Cedric get their belongings onto the train.

“You are welcome to spend Christmas with us Harry.” Said Mr. Diggory, as he helped Harry with his trunk, “We’d more than happily have you.”

“If it’s alright, Mr. Diggory,” Said Harry, as Hedwig nipped at his fingers, “I like spending time at Hogwarts. It was the first place I got to call home.”

Mr. Diggory’s smile fell a bit, “Harry, Dumbledore told me about your time with your aunt and uncle. No one should ever be exposed to something like that. I know that you’ll have trouble taking me at my word, but I can promise that we’ll never harm you in anyway.”

Harry looked down, trying to fight the burn in his eyes. He felt Mr. Diggory pull him close and hold him as he cried.

Nearing eleven, Harry parted with Mr. Diggory and met up the Weasley’s, stuttering slightly when he spoke to Ginny.

‘There’s nothing to worry about, it’s only Ron’s sister. She’s probably scared and confused, this is her first time going to Hogwarts. Maybe I should ask if she’d like to spend the ride with us.’ Thought Harry, unsure what the fluttering feeling in his stomach was. Both Cedric and Mrs. Diggory had teased Harry about Ginny’s crush on him and Harry’s insistence on including Ginny in their activities, even letting Ginny have a go on his broom.

“Join us.” Harry blurted out, before going red, “I-I mean, would you like to spend the train ride with us?”

Ginny went red as well, “O-okay.”

*/TBO/*

Harry cheered as Ginny was sorted into Gryffindor. Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment and picked up the stool and the Sorting Hat and took them out of the great hall. Harry winced slightly as many of the girls squealed when Lockhart was announced at the Defence Against the Dark Arts.

“It’s almost a shame,” Said Fred, rubbing his ears, “They say that the jobs cursed.”

“Yeah, real pity that he’ll probably be dead by the end of the year.” Agreed George, before grinning, “Just imagine, dying in Hogwarts. That’s got to be the bast way to go.”

Harry didn’t like the cold feeling that came down his spine.

*/TBO/*

Three weeks into term, a large, grey owl dropped a package in front of Malfoy. Harry didn’t pay any attention, choosing to speak to Ginny, until there were screams from Slytherin table. Everyone quickly turned to look at the source of the disturbance.

Lucius Malfoy’s head hung in the air, with a message hanging beneath it.

No crime goes unpunished, and the fathers passes to the son.

You will die last.

Again, like last year, classes were cancelled. There were mutters from around the school, one Sixth Year said no one would mourn Mr. Malfoy’s death. No one, not even Percy, tried to contradict him.

*/TBO/*

Hallowe’en came and Harry found himself leaving Nearly-Headless Nick’s death day party and dropping onto the bench of Gryffindor table.

“Where were you, Harry?” Asked Percy, as Hermione and Ron finally caught up with him.

“Wasting nearly an hour of my life that I’ll never get back.” Groaned Harry, before dropping his head onto the table, “Ow.”

Harry ate his fill and followed his fellow Gryffindors up to the tower.

“That’s a lot of water.” Said Seamus, slightly rousing Harry.

“Myrtle’s probably throwing a tantrum again.” Responded Percy, as Neville slipped in the water, “Watch your feet everyone.”

They’d just gotten to the portrait hole, when everyone heard a scream from a few floors down. Percy said the password and ushered everyone into the common room. Harry wasn’t ashamed to admit that he’d fallen asleep in his school robes as soon as he made it to his bed.

*/TBO/*

The morning after Hallowe’en, Harry found out that someone had cursed Mr. Filch’s cat, Mrs. Norris.

Then there was the Quidditch incident a few days later, where a bludger had been enchanted to attack Harry and Harry alone, resulting in Harry getting a broken arm. Which didn’t last long, as Lockhart vanished the bones in Harry’s arm. Harry was happy to see Mrs. Diggory hex Lockhart. That night, Dobby reappeared and told Harry that he’d enchanted the bludger. Then Colin was brought into the Hospital Wing. Petrified, just like Mrs. Norris.

Which led to the creation of a duelling club in the third week of December, and then onto the revelation that Harry was a Parselmouth. Cedric had already pulled seven of his housemates up because they were spreading rumours that Harry was the Heir of Slytherin.

“The Potter Bloodline can be traced back to Godric Gryffindor.” Said Cedric, as Ernie and Zacharias stared at the ground, “The only way Harry could be the Heir of Slytherin is by right of Conquest. Much like the Stevens-Carrow incident.”

No one saw a man with short auburn hair listening to them talk.

TBO

Harry frowned at the boy sitting across from him. It was the same boy who explained what the Black Order was to Harry on the train last year. He didn’t seem to realise Harry was across from him. He tugged the glove off his left hand, revealing a silver prosthetic hand that looked like a skeleton’s hand.

“The surface layer’s invisible.” Said the Boy, not looking up, “A case of accidental magic made it so.”

“I’m sorry?” Responded Harry, getting a snort from the boy.

“Why? Did you cut my arm off?” He looked at Harry, before frowning, “Has anyone looked at that?”

Harry instinctively flattened his fringe to cover his scar, making the boy roll his eyes.

“That’s really going to help with it.” Snarked the boy, getting a frown from Harry.

“Who are you?” Asked Harry, getting a look from the boy, “I don’t remember seeing you at the sorting ceremony.”

“Because I started last year,” Explained the boy, “had a fit just after I got off the train, spent most of last year in St. Mungo’s. I think the teachers were surprised that I passed the first year tests.”

“I still don’t know who you are.” Said Harry, getting a scowl from the boy.

“Mercutio Stevens, although, I’d prefer to be called ‘Bones’, in reference to my hand.” Said Stevens, getting a disbelieving snort from Harry.

“There you are, Harry,” Said Hermione, drawing close to the table, “I think I’ve finally found it and, who’s this?”

“Mercutio Stevens, prefers to be called Bones.” Said Harry, getting a dejected sigh from Stevens.

“Oh, you’re that boy that was sorted in Professor Dumbledore’s Office, I heard Percy call you a Hat Stall.” Said Ron, suddenly appearing beside Hermione.

“Yes, the bloody hat took over an hour to sort me, what of it?”

“Why did it take so long?” Asked Harry, getting a frown from Stevens.

“Why should I tell you?”

“Sorry, I was just curious.” Mumbled Harry, getting a grimace from Stevens.

There was a moment of silence, before Stevens broke it, “The ratty bastard wanted to put me in Slytherin.”

Harry felt his jaw drop open, while Hermione let out a squeak and Ron snorted.

“Ten points for foul language, Mr. Stevens.” Snapped Professor McGonagall, making the trio jumps, “And another five for insulting an object of historical importance to Hogwarts.”

“Sorry.” Muttered Stevens, scowling.

“Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter, this is your new housemate, Mercutio Stevens.” McGonagall introduced, looking at each student, “He-”

“Was supposed to start last year, but had a fit and was stuck in St… where was it?” Asked Harry, looking at Stevens.

“Mungo’s.”

“Mungo’s.” Finished Harry, looking up at McGonagall, “He’s already introduced himself.”

“Oh,” Said McGonagall, “then five points for attempting to save a staff member time.”

Stevens shrugged and attempted to bury himself back in his book.

“Given how you three like to explore the castle, I was hoping you could show him around.” Said Professor McGonagall, getting quick nods from the trio.

TBO

Stevens trailed behind the trio, looking at the different tapestries and portraits, when Fred and George accosted Harry.

“Look out everyone, serious dark wizard coming through.” Said one.

“Yeah, the heir of Slytherin is off to the chamber of secrets to have tea with his vicious monster.” Said the other.

Stevens looked between them, unsure if he was seeing double, “They’re Ron’s brothers.”

“Right.” Stevens still looked unsure, before looking at Harry, “Where are we?”

“We’re just about to pass the dancing trolls on the seventh floor.” Said Harry, ignoring Hermione trying to tell Fred and George off.

“Okay.” Said Stevens, looking around, “Why didn’t they make a map?”

TBO

Harry was quietly talking with Ginny, introducing her to Stevens, who’d shown her his prosthetic, when a woman with blonde hair stalked into the Great Hall. Everyone fell silent, as the woman stopped in front of Dumbledore and dropped a book in front of him.

Without saying a word, the woman spun on her heel and left. Dumbledore opened the book with his wand and his face hardened, before cancelling classes for the day. Later, Professor McGonagall collected Harry and the Weasleys and took them to Dumbledore’s office.

The book was lying open on the desk, with Dumbledore frowning at it.

“Miss Weasley,” Said Dumbledore, not looking up, “I’ve been informed that you were given this diary before the start of term, who gave it to you?”

“M-my mum, I think.” Squeaked Ginny, trembling slightly, “I found it in my cauldron with my books.”

Dumbledore sighed, “Oh, to be young and trusting again.”

Looking at them, “Miss Weasley, your mother didn’t give you this book. It’s a very dark and dangerous artifact that, if used, will possess the one using it.”

Ginny started trembling, prompting Harry to grab her hand.

“What is it, Professor?” Said Percy, stiffly.

“Something that belonged to Lord Voldemort.” Said Dumbledore, “No doubt slipped amongst your sister’s books as not to arouse any suspicion. It’s very easy to convince an adult witch or wizard that they bought something if it is slipped amongst items they’ve purchased. Even more so, if said witch or wizard are in Hogwarts.”

“W-will Ginny be alright?” Asked Harry, getting Dumbledore’s attention.

“Mind healers and some member of the Ministry will be checking in on her for the remainder of the school year.” Dumbledore told them, “I believe that once this item has been removed from the castle, we’ll have nothing to worry about. Professor McGonagall, if you could escort the Weasleys back to Gryffindor Tower, while I speak with Harry.”

Professor McGonagall gave a curt nod, before herding the Weasleys out, leaving Harry with the headmaster.

“Harry,” Began Dumbledore, “while I am aware that Miss Weasley was given the diary, it was found amongst your belongings.”

Harry swallowed and looked down.

“Harry.” Said Dumbledore, firmly, “You’re not in trouble, as a matter of fact, some of the Ministry workers will be examining your scar. I’ve been told that your scar has hurt when you’ve been near Voldemort.”

Harry nodded, prompting Dumbledore to continue, “Now, I’m aware of the rumours surrounding your unexpected ability. For that, I must apologise, I have had the theory that when Voldemort tried to kill you, some of his powers were, somehow, transferred over to you.”

Harry frowned, mulling the information over in his head. Could Voldemort somehow be responsible for how he can speak parseltongue? Harry decided not to voice that question, instead looking up at the headmaster.

“Professor?” Asked Harry, almost shyly, “If I may, what is that diary?”

Dumbledore frowned, “I’m not entirely sure, but it’s nothing for you to worry about.”

The arrival of Professor McGonagall prevented Harry from asking anymore questions, but he had the feeling that Dumbledore wasn’t being entirely honest.

TBO

The new year was welcomed by two events, the first was Mrs Malfoy arriving at the school with a bleeding gash on the side of her neck and the other was the unexpected death of Professor Lockhart.

No one knew how he died, but shortly after each of his books were revealed to be fabricated events where each of his accomplishments were revealed to be done by other people.

Or, as Fred and George liked to put it, he was exposed to be a big effing fraud.

Harry found that they didn’t mean it as a capital F, but Cedric didn’t answer him when he asked what they actually meant.

On the second week of January, Harry found himself in the hospital wing, with a tall, scowling man closely examining his scar.

“Did you hear what the Toad’s done?” Asked one of his colleagues, going over some notes in a corner.

“What’s she done?” Muttered the man, carefully twisting Harry’s head to the side.

“She’s only gone and made things difficult for werewolves.” Said his colleague, leaning against the wall, “It now nearly impossible for them to get work, I don’t care what all those bigwigs in the Wizengamot say, if they can perform magic well and their employer can afford the cost of wolfsbane potion, I don’t have a problem.”

“But you wouldn’t want a family member to marry one.” Muttered the man, getting the woman to frown.

“I heard that.”

“Well,” Said the man, stepping away from Harry, “it’s definitely cursed, but I’m going to get Croaker to take a look at it.”

“Think it might be like that diary?” Asked the woman, frowning.

“I don’t know.” Confessed the man, “I’ve never heard of one of those things being attached to a living being.”

“It’s probably nothing to worry about.” The woman said to Harry, handing him a lollypop, “You’re free to go.”

Before he knew it, Harry found himself outside of the hospital wing. Shrugging himself, Harry made his way back to Gryffindor Tower, bumping into Ginny on the way.

Ever since the diary was taken, Ginny no longer looked pale and skittish, Harry found that she was fun to be around, although he didn’t understand the looks, he got from Cedric whenever he saw them together. All the petrification’s seemed to have stopped, until Harry and Ginny were nearly bowled over by Percy rushing past them.

“Why’s he is a hurry?” Asked Harry, getting a frown from Ginny.

“He might be late to meet his girlfriend.” Said Ginny, before she clapped her hand over her mouth, “S-sorry! He doesn’t have a girlfriend! I-I mean, why would he? He’s Percy-”

“What’s wrong with Percy having a girlfriend?” Asked Harry, frowning at Ginny.

Ginny’s eyes widened, before looking around. After making sure there was no one around, Ginny spoke, “Okay, he has a girlfriend. Some Ravenclaw prefect. I stumbled across them before Christmas and Percy made me promise not to tell anyone.”

Harry blinked, “Well…, that’s a lot to process.”

Ginny pulled out her wand and prodded Harry in the chest, “I mean it. No one can know.”

Harry swallowed, “Okay, I’m not going to say anything.”

“Good.” Said Ginny, brightly putting her wand away.

The pair walked back to Gryffindor tower, the common room going silent when they entered.

Harry looked around, “Is everything alright?”

“You haven’t heard?” Asked Hermione, getting Harry’s attention.

“Heard what?”

“There’s been another attack.” Said Fred, glancing around, “A Ravenclaw prefect was attacked.”

Harry frowned, “I didn’t hear them bring them to the Hospital Wing, but that might be because I was having someone jabbing their wand into my scar.”

“Do you think that might be why Professor McGonagall left during our study session early?” Asked Ginny, making Hermione go red.

“Ginny,” Scolded Hermione, “your studies are important-”

“And I shouldn’t skive off.” Interrupted Ginny, scowling, “I wasn’t the first one to leave and I didn’t go until Snape came a turfed everyone out of the library.”

That got everyone’s attention.

“Snape turfed everyone out of the library?” Asked Angelina, “As in go to your common rooms?”

“No, he just told us to get out.” Answered Ginny, glancing at the clock, “If we’re supposed to be here, what do we do if we have detention?”

Fred and George broke out in identical grins.

“Aw, Fred-”

“-George-”

“-Ickle Ginnykins-”

“-Has a detention-”

“-I’m so proud-”

“-It’s almost heartbreaking.”

“What’d you do?” The two asked together, making Ginny blush.

“I, erm, I was caught, sneaking brooms out of storage shed attached to the Quidditch Pitch.” Said Ginny, making everyone freeze.

“Who’s brooms?”

“I…don’t…know?”

“Who’s brooms, Ginny?”

“Wait,” Said Alicia, interrupting the twins’ interrogation, “were you the one who put my broom in upside down?”

Ginny went red.

“How’d you get into the shed?” Asked Katie, as Ginny’s face got darker.

“I…, uhm, I picked the lock.”

“Where’d you learn to pick locks?” Asked Hermione, frowning.

Ginny scratched the back of her head and avoided eye contact with her brothers. The silence continued, before the penny dropped and Angelina, Alicia and Katie burst into laughter.

“Wait, have you been breaking into the broom shed?” Demanded Ron, jumping to his feet, “Why would you do that? You know it’s not safe!”

“So why can you use a broom?” Demanded Ginny, glaring at Ron, “I’ve managed to fly and not harm myself. I know you can’t say the same!”

“That’s not the point!” Said Ron, his voice rising, “You shouldn’t-”

Ginny pulled out her wand and pointed it at Ron, “Verpertilio Muci!”

A dull green jet of light hit Ron and the next thing everyone knew; Ron had several bat-shaped bogeys flying around him and slamming into his head. Fred and George roared with laughter as Ron tried to fight the bats off.

“Finite.” Came Professor McGonagall’s voice, “Miss Weasley, if you could refrain from attacking your brother. Now, are all Gryffindors in the tower?”

“Yes, Professor.” Said a Prefect, after checking the dormitories.

“Good, it has been decided, by both the Headmaster and the Ministry, that any extracurricular activities, such as gobstones and chess, are suspended.” Announced Professor McGonagall, getting a horrified gasp from Oliver.

“Please, Professor, tell me that doesn’t include Quidditch.”

Professor McGonagall slowly turned her head to fix Oliver with a cold-eyed glare, “That includes Quidditch, Wood. A sport isn’t more important than the safety of the student body!”

TBO

Harry looked around the Hospital Wing, he’d been brought out of Potions by an Unspeakable, someone who worked in the Ministry. They didn’t say anything to him, they just guided him to a bed and left him there.

Someone coming in through the door jerk Harry out of his thoughts, a man with dark eyes and white hair walked up to him.

“This is going to hurt.” He said, before he jammed his wand into Harry’s scar, twisted it and pulled back. A black, blood-like substance was attached to the end of the wand, before the man directed it into a teacup.

The man left without another word, as Harry passed out from the blinding pain of the procedure.

TBO

Harry woke up to someone being rushed into the Hospital Wing, sitting up, he caught sight of familiar bushy hair, before Professor McGonagall spotted him.

“Potter,-” Professor McGonagall was cut off by Dumbledore, “Professor Flitwick, could you please take Harry back to his common room?”

The charms professor nodded and quickly guided Harry back to Gryffindor tower, Percy quickly brought Harry over the grouping of Weasleys.

“Hermione said she had to go to the library.” Said Ron, quietly, “She even ignored Percy when he told her to come back.”

“What was she going to do?” Asked Harry, confused.

“I think she was trying to find out what Slytherin’s monster was,” Said Ron, glancing around, “I don’t know why she thought about going to the library again now. She couldn’t find anything there before Christmas or after we asked Malfoy.”

Harry thought back to the Christmas before, he, Ron and Hermione, after they were caught by Professor McGonagall trying to brew Polyjuice Potion. She had vanished the nearly completed potion and assigned them detention, with Malfoy joining them after she caught him defacing school property.

That unexpected misfortune had allowed them to corner Malfoy and grill answers out of him. Ever since his father’s head appeared in the mail, Malfoy had been withdrawn and sullen, it was almost as if he’d been avoiding them, and it was only reinforced when his mother had turned up with a gash on her neck.

Ron looked at Harry and frowned, “What happened to your scar?”

“What?” Asked Harry, as Percy looked at Ron.

“Ron, you’ve been told-what the hell?” Gasped Percy, “Your scar’s faded.”

“What?” Said Harry, as Percy conjured a mirror and gave it to Harry.

The bright red lightning bolt scar was now a faded pink, not as recognisable as it once had been. Harry looked at Ron and shrugged, he turned and looked at the fireplace and watched the fire with a frown.

TBO

Hermione was found petrified outside of the library. Teachers started escorting them between classes, after Lockhart had died a temporary teacher had been called in. He just told everyone to call him Aberforth, outright refusing to tell anyone his surname, and since Aberforth was at the head of the line, Ron and Harry were able to slip away from their class.

“Are you sure Bones will cover for us?” Asked Ron, unaware of the boy setting off a cluster of dungbombs outside of Potions.

“I’m sure.” Said Harry, as they rounded a corner and nearly bumped into the woman who gave Dumbledore the diary.

The woman’s breath hitched when she saw Harry, before she hastily cleared her throat, “Why aren’t you with your class?”

“We’re going to see Hermione.” Blurted Ron, making Harry jump.

The woman silently studied them, before pushing a piece of the wall, revealing a secret passage, “This’ll take you to the corridor adjacent to the Hospital Wing. You’ll have to be careful, though, Peeves likes to put bear traps down there.”

Harry and Ron quickly looked at each other, before they hurried down the passageway.

TBO

Harry and Ron stumbled into the Staff Room, unintentionally bumping into the woman, Fabian Prewett, a man with short auburn hair and Regulus Black.

The children and adults stared at each other, before Regulus spoke, “Shall we just pretend we didn’t see each other?”

The woman harshly elbowed him, “Harry, what are you doing here?”

Harry swallowed, glancing at Ron, before looking at the woman, unsure how he was going to explain that he and Ron went to visit Hagrid, who took them to speak with Arogog, where they found out about the creature, which was a Basilisk, thanks to Hermione, and they were trying to tell their teachers.

Before Harry could say anything, the woman groaned and looked at Regulus, “Did you know about the Basilisk or were you in the dark as well?”

Just then, the staff room door opened, admitting the staff members into the staff room. Snape froze at the sight of Harry, Ron and the four members of the Black Order. He paled, before drawing his wand, a split second later, Harry had a large gash across his face and Snape received an explosion charm to the face.

The woman immediately rushed to Harry’s side and started healing the gash, while Fabien and the auburn haired man immobilised Snape.

“You couldn’t’ve disarmed him?!” Demanded the woman, as the gash on Harry’s face healed into a faint, thin scar.

“I tried, who do you think that curse hit him in the face and not the neck?” Retorted Regulus, just as Dumbledore cleared his throat.

“Marlene, Edgar, it’s so nice to see you again after all this time.” Greeted Dumbledore, before he looked at Fabien and Regulus, “Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were your handiwork, I take it?”

“No,” Grunted Fabien, “that wasn’t us, at least Narcissa wasn’t. Greyback got her, full moon and all.”

“Ah.” Sighed Dumbledore, “And Lucius?”

“He owed the Goblins, we found out and took two Puffskeins with one curse.” Dismissed Regulus, “They’ve agreed to his head in exchange for the sword.”

Dumbledore hummed, before looking at Harry and Ron, “Why, may I ask, are you two here?”

Without wasting a moment, Harry said, “We know where the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets is.”

TBO

“I’ll be honest, I didn’t expect to find myself going down a bathroom drain when I woke up today.” Said Professor Sinistra, as Dumbledore led them down the tunnel.

He and the members of the Black Order were surprised when Harry spoke Parseltongue and opened the sink.

“Are we really bringing a couple of second years with us to fight a Basilisk?” Asked Professor Flitwick, glancing at Harry and Ron.

“If we left them behind, they’d just follow us, Filius,” Responded Dumbledore, before glancing at Harry, “besides, Harry has a rather unique skill we all seem to lack.”

Flitwick frowned, but remained silent, silently noting that number to stone knight statues along the walls.

The group of eleven stopped at a metal door with several snakes acting as locks.

Dumbledore gently ushered Harry forwards, prompting the boy to say, “Open.”

The snakes slid back and door swung open, revealing an unconscious, “Ginny!” Gasped Harry, rushing forwards and dropping his wand. Almost immediately, black and blue flames burst into life, preventing the teachers from catching up to Harry.

“Piertotum Locomotor!” came a young, smooth voice, making the stone knights behind the teachers jump into life.

“Depulso!” Said Flitwick, sending a knight flying backwards.

“Slugulus Eructo!” Yelled Ron, just as a knight grabbed his wand and crushed it. The knight raised it’s mace and prepared to swing it down onto Ron’s head.

“Reducto!” Dumbledore reduced the statue to a pile of dust, just as Fawkes arrived and gave Harry the Sorting Hat.

Professor McGonagall and Flitwick dealt with a pair of giant statues, while the Black Order started using fire spells on a group of Inferi, the emaciated corpse of a young Ravenclaw student at the lead.

Ron glanced at Aberforth and Professor Sinistra dealt with the smaller statues, and Professor Dumbledore combated the black and blue flames, while Harry and Fawkes fought Slytherin’s Basilisk.

Several things then happened at once, Harry stabbed the snake through the mouth, the Professors defeated the last of the statues, the Black Order burned the Inferi and Dumbledore dispelled the flames keeping them from Harry.

“Stop this, Tom.” Said Dumbledore, his piercing eyes fixed on the Slytherin boy holding Harry’s wand.

“Why, Dumbledore?” Sneered Tom, gesturing to Harry, “My beast has poisoned the boy that defeated Lord Voldemort, look at him, Dumbledore. Watch as the last of his life fades away.”

Tom cackled, “Look at your stupid bird! It’s crying!”

Tom laughed, his voice high and cold, before he froze, “NO! STOP THAT!”

Tom fired a blasting curse at Fawkes, who flew away.

Dumbledore gestured for the others to stay behind him.

“Of course,” Growled Tom, “Phoenix tears heal. Never the matter, you’ll all be dead soon enough.”

Fawkes then dropped the diary in Harry’s lap.

Unprompted, Harry grabbed the Basilisk fang that had been stuck in his arm and drove the fang into the diary. Tom and the diary screamed and, almost instantly, Tom burst into nothing. A few feet away, Ginny Weasley gasped as she started breathing again.

Dumbledore quickly gathered everyone and, upon grasping Fawkes’ tail feathers, the group suddenly found themselves in the staff room, with the Weasleys and Diggorys waiting for them.

After conjuring some chairs and getting some food from the kitchens, Dumbledore sat down and frowned at the remains of the diary.

“I believe an apology is in order,” Began Dumbledore, looking around the room, “It didn’t occur to me that this diary had gained enough strength to drain the life out of an elderly ministry worker and make it’s way back to Hogwarts.”

“You said it belonged to Voldemort.” Said Harry, quietly, “Does this mean he’s back?”

“No.” Said Dumbledore, frowning, “At present, I believe Lord Voldemort is currently residing in Albania as a wraith, unable to harm anyone. This is, what I believe, one of the things anchoring him to life. As I said, the elderly ministry worker he killed was enough for him to get to Hogwarts, but not enough for him to get to Lord Voldemort.”

“That’s why he took Ginny.” Said Percy, as the girl cried into her mother’s shoulder.

“Yes and no.” Said Dumbledore, making everyone look at him, “I believe he came here to, ahem, ‘take’ more than Miss Weasley. Mr Potter also wrote in this book, so I believe he was also a target for the diary. It seems, Tom intended on unleashing the basilisk on the inhabitants of the castle in an attempt to empower himself enough to not only make it to Albania, but to also restore the, rather pathetic, remains of Lord Voldemort.”

“B-but that’s been avoided?” Asked Mrs Diggory, an arm wrapped around Harry’s shoulders.

“For the time being.” Admitted Dumbledore, “While Voldemort is powerless at present, I fear it won’t be long before he manages to find a way to restore himself.”

Dumbledore looked at the clock, “Oh, will you look at the time! Perhaps the children would like to take themselves to their dormitories and get some well-deserved rest.”

TBO

The next few days were a blur for Harry, he and Ginny were taken to a wizard hospital, Ginny explained what little knowledge she had of St. Mungos. The pair had been examined, before being discharged with a clean bill of health.

When they got back to Hogwarts, all the students that had been petrified were back up and walking. Justin Finch-Fletchley had all but taken Harry’s arm off form shaking his hand so hard. Ginny looked around with a worried look on her face.

“Who’re you looking for?” Asked Harry, following her gaze.

“I can’t see Percy’s girlfriend.” Whispered Ginny, “Do you think she’s alright?”

Harry shrugged, before Percy called him and Ginny over to Gryffindor Table.

“Percy, where’s Poppy?” Asked Ginny, getting a grimace from Percy.

“Penelope didn’t,” Percy cleared his throat, “didn’t respond to the mandrake treatment, they don’t know if there’s anything they can do here.”

Ginny put her hand over her mouth, “Professor Dumbledore’s asked the Healers to attempt Legilimency on her.” Continued Percy, while Harry looked at Ron and Ginny hoping for an explanation.

“We’re just going to have to wait for more news.” Finished Percy, staring down at his plate, “How could the Ministry allow that thing to escape?!”

Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys looked at each other, they’d never seen Percy so upset.

TBO

“He attempted to kill Harry, how can you defend him?!” Demanded Mrs Diggory, glaring at Dumbledore.

“That boy was in league with them!” Shrieked Snape, “He’s working with them to kill me!”

“Considering you’re the reason his parents are dead, I wouldn’t blame him if he was!” Snapped Marlene, from her place in the corner.

“That boy is just like his father!” Bellowed Snape, “Arrogant, spoilt, expecting everything to be handed to him on a silver platter! The Dark Lord should have killed him instead of Lily-”

“PROFESSOR SNAPE!” Bellowed Dumbledore, silencing everyone, “Do not act as if you are irreplaceable! You are at Hogwarts because I believe you were an asset to both the school and the wizarding world as a whole. You attempt on Harry Potter’s life has not escaped my notice, nor has it escaped the Ministry’s.”

Snape started to pale.

“So, unless you wish to find yourself in Azkaban, I suggest you pull your act together and act like a teacher and not an adolescent schoolboy!” Dumbledore’s voice was cold, as Snape looked faint.

“Why is he at the school?” Asked Marlene, frowning at Snape.

“Hogwarts,” Said Dumbledore, not take his eyes of Snape, “is serving as his prison. As everyone is aware, the school is used with the hope of rehabilitating any and all non-violent offenders, provided they have skills that can be put to use at Hogwarts.”

“Is he behind the attacks on Harry?” Demanded Mrs Diggory, getting Dumbledore’s attention.

“No,” Said Dumbledore, “That was the work of a House Elf by the name of Dobby. Ironically, Harry somehow managed to get the Malfoy’s to free Dobby and, at present, currently employed at Hogwarts.”

Mrs Diggory sighed through her nose and glared at Dumbledore, “Make sure that elf doesn’t do anything to harm Harry, Headmaster.”

With that final word, Elenor Diggory spun on her heel and stalked out of the room.

TBO

“Cedric?” Said Harry, looking up from his book, “What happened to that prefect Percy knew?”

Cedric paused in his game of exploding snap with Fred and George, “You mean his girlfriend?”

“Yeah.”

“I heard that she’s become a permanent resident of the Janus Thickey Ward in St. Mungos.” Shrugged Cedric, “Mum and Dad didn’t say much about it.”

Harry hummed, glancing at Ginny, before going back to his book. Ginny’s wand was found to be unusable after the events of the chamber, the wand was lined with cracks and the core was ‘burnt out’, whatever that meant.

Harry had asked about getting another wand, admitting how Riddle had gotten his wand after he dropped it. Mr. Diggory had said he’d talk to Mr. Ollivander about it, but didn’t say much else.

“Oh,” Said Harry, suddenly remembering, “Cedric, what are the great houses?”

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1. Melody Riddle and the Sorcerer's Stone Ch.4 Birthday Surprise at Midnight

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

I blearily opened my eyes, wondering just what I was being woken up for. I had been at the school for a few weeks and, finally, got rid of my jet lag. Of course, it didn’t change the fact that I’ve always hated waking up early. From how bleary my eyes were, it had to still be early in the morning.

“Who is it?” I called, snuggling deeper into my wool blankets.

“Professor Higginbottom,” a voice, forcefully high-pitched, responded.

I softly groaned to myself as I sat up, pushing my feet into the soft slippers with a yawn. Mom said to respect the teachers, so I better come to the door. “I’m coming, hold on a sec.” I shuffled over to the door and opened it.

An explosion of color and sparkling woke me up the rest of the way, causing me to jump back and rub my eyes so I could see clearly what just happened. As I opened them again, there were the twins with party hats on their heads and their wands held up still spouting sparks and confetti.

“Happy birthday!!” they cheered.

I blinked at them in disbelief. Not only had I not even told them about my birthday being May thirty first, but I was also irritated that I had shown any type of surprise. I hadn’t shown private emotions to anyone but my parents since preschool. In response, I kept my voice flat as I asked, “How did you know? I never told you..”

“Dumbledore told us,” they said giddily.

“Now get some adventuring clothes on. You’re going to explore the castle with us!” George said.

I’d finally figured out how to tell which twin was who. Despite being perfectly similar twins, I could sense who was who by their energy. Fred was more in charge while George generally followed along — not that it was all that easy, because their personalities almost exactly matched each other.

Fred added, “And hurry up before Snape comes. You have no idea how many times he patrols past your door.”

I narrowed my eyes, “What time even is it?”

“Midnight,” they replied eagerly.

“I’m going back to sleep,” I attempted to close the door in their faces, but Fred stuck his foot in.

“You’re turning down a personal tour of the school where no students, classes or teachers can get in the way?” George asked.

“Don’t be ridiculous, you’ve already shown me enough of the school. Which, might I say again, the library is still my favorite.”

“Not the secret passages,” Fred said, waggling his eyebrows.

“What, you mean there are secret secret passages?” I asked dubiously.

“Of course! It’s a castle!” George said.

I sighed. Sleep.. or explore possibly thousand year old secret passages…. Historical secret passages obviously win my vote. “I’ll just be a minute.”

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After making sure we left a line of pillows in my bed — that the twins so generously brought to make it seem like I was still asleep — they took me as far away from the dungeons as possible before Professor Snape could return.

Fred then pulled out a worn old sheet of blank parchment paper and his wand. “Can you guess what this is?”

“A treasure map in invisible ink?” I guessed half-heartedly.

The twins chuckled, “Close enough.”

He gently touched the tip of his wand to the paper and recited, “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

Lines appeared and spread out along the page in different directions, forming a map of the whole school. At the top of the page came the words ‘Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present THE MARAUDER’S MAP.’ As I stared at the map, I could see very clearly where we were standing by the three dots next to each other labeled with our names; ‘George Weasley,’ ‘Fred Weasley,’ and ‘Melody Riddle.’

At the same time that I was in awe of all the possibilities there could be for magic, I also felt a pang of disappointment. I had to realize that ‘Melody Gray’ really must be officially gone if my last name was automatically ‘Riddle’ on this map. Or maybe my name had never even been ‘Gray.’ I put the thought away as quickly as it had come.

“How do you have this map?” I asked. “Wouldn’t this be something the headmaster would have?”

“That’s the beauty of it —” Fred said.

“— this must be the only map in existence.” George said.

“Last year, we let off a Dungbomb in the corridor —”

“ — and it upset Filch for some reason —”

“ — and after he hauled us off to his office and gave the usual threats —”

“ — we just couldn’t help but notice a drawer in one of his filing cabinets.”

“It said: ‘Confiscated and Highly Dangerous.’”

“Fred dropped a dungbomb —”

“ — and George grabbed the first thing he laid his hands on.”

I could only listen to the story with barely held back laughter as I had to continue moving my head back and forth between the two of them. “Do you always tell stories in parts like this?”

“‘Course,” they replied with a unified shrug.

“Should’ve seen that answer coming. Well, I can assume a Dungbomb must be some kind of stink bomb, but who’s Filch?”

“Filch is the caretaker,” Fred said.

“The caretaker?” I asked, aghast. “There is only one caretaker in this whole castle?”

This was where they looked around and began whispering. “Oh yeah, and you know the catch —?”

“— he’s a squib.”

“So…” I thought about everything mom had said before I left. “He was born to a magical family, but has no magic?”

“Bingo!” they said.

“But how’s that fair?”

They stared at me in surprise, “What?”

“He’s supposed to clean this whole castle, every nook and cranny, by himself? With no magic, whatsoever? That’s not fair!”

“Well — I mean..”

“It’s not like he’s nice! He’s evil!”

“And I can see why! I’d be mean, too, if I have to clean up after magical incidents everyday like a normal person. All alone with a whole castle to travel through.”

They merely laughed and linked their arms through mine.

“You’re funny, Melody, really —”

“— however, we have very little time for dilly-dallying. We want to at least show you one secret passage.”

“But —” I attempted to push my argument through. It just seemed to me that if I was going to have a fresh new start with friends that I was most definitely required to give my opinion.

However, Fred’s hand slapped over my mouth and I was dragged into the deepest shadows of the hallway. I wriggled and tried to yell at him, but he tightened his grip on me as he hissed, “Shhh.”

A cat meowed in the distance.

“~ Come my sweet… we’ll catch them… lead the way…. ~”

The voice chilled my bones as I thought about how it would look to mom if I’d been caught out of bed with some boys before school even starts for me. I stood still long enough that Fred’s grip slackened.

Thankfully, whoever it was hadn’t even gone right past us. The voice had sounded off from a different hallway, but we trepidly watched their silhouettes walk past the entryway. We waited a few minutes before we felt like we could breathe normally, then I followed them in silence.

We reached a statue of a one eyed witch with a hump on her back, and we went around behind her. George tapped the hump with his wand, uttering the word, “Dissendium.”

The hump snapped open to a size big enough that we would only be able to fit through one at a time. As I peeked in, it seemed to be a considerable length of tunnel pointing downwards… we were going to have to slide.

“Alright, Melody,” Fred said with a grin. “I’ll go first, then you count to ten before following. George will be right behind you.”

I shrugged as he hopped right in with a soft “Whoo…”

As I counted to ten, I shook my head. Just my luck for goofballs to enjoy hanging out with me. But, I reasoned as I eased myself into the hole, it’s not like I could find anyone goofier than they are in my own age group. I let myself slide through, feeling cool wind whipping my hair around as I went down, down, down until I landed on wet, soft earth.

Light was emanating from Fred’s wand so, in the surrounding pitch darkness, I saw his hand held out to help me up. When I took it we moved out of the way as we heard George’s “Whoo…” coming down the slide.

We were in a narrow, low ceiling passageway where, once we started moving with the twins cracking jokes along the way, it winded this way and that as we walked. It was too easy to trip, and hard to keep enough balance not to fall all the way to the floor — even with the light from both of their wands. Concerning the pain in my legs, plus the passage beginning to rise up, I knew we must have been walking for quite a while though it seemed that no time had passed at all with those two keeping me company.

A short time later, we came up to another long set of stone steps about as long as the slide had been — though it obviously took twice the time.  When we finally made it to the top, Fred had pushed open the trapdoor above us and we made our way out into a cellar room full of boxes and crates.

I took a deep breath and whispered, “I never thought I’d appreciate air aboveground as much as I do now.”

“Everybody’s a critic,” George whispered back.

Fred replaced the trapdoor, which blended in to the floor so well that it was no longer a surprise how this wouldn’t have been found out… wherever this place was. He then walked over to the wooden staircase leading up to a door, “Prepare to be amazed.”

“By more stairs?” I breathed.

They chuckled, dragging me up the stairs and through the door where I found us standing behind a counter of what looked like a candy store. It was too dark to see much. However, what I could see was not only glass jars filled with unknown objects, but also that there were items in the shape of lollipops and ice cream.

When the light came on, all I could do was stare. There were so many shelves full of so many different kinds of candy that if I’d tried to imagine an equally fantastical candy store before seeing this one, I wouldn’t be able to see it even close to this caliber.

I was more into candy than I had ever been willing to admit.

By the labels, I read everything around me: toffees, pink coconut ice, creamy nougat, all different flavors of chocolate there could ever be; there was a large barrel labeled Every Flavour Beans — most likely jelly beans — and another that said Fizzing Whizzbees, whatever those were.

On one whole wall, there were sweets labeled ‘Special Effects’ of which were such candies called: Toothflossing Stringmints, Exploding Bonbons, Black Pepper Imps, Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum, Sugar-Spun Quills, Peppermint Toads and Ice Mice — among so many others.

“This must be a dream,” I said incredulously.

“Nope,” Fred said, pinching me hard on the arm.

“Ouch!” I hissed, punching him in the chest. “That was not an opening to pinch me!”

“I just wanted you to see that it was real!” he said, holding a hand to his chest as though wounded. “What would you like from here?”

“I’m not stealing candy,” I snapped.

“You don’t have to — we’ll put the money for it on the counter,” George said, showing me silver and bronze coins in his hand. “We haven’t got much, but you won’t be able to come down here to Honeydukes for regular visits until your third year. We’ve been sneaking here since last year because we can’t wait until we have permission to go this coming year.”

“That’s why we wanted you to see this,” Fred said, gesturing at all the candy in the room. “And you can use the passage whenever you want. Come to us if you forget the spell.”

“I don’t know if I’ll even use it, but…” I looked around the room, then to the boys beside me. “Thanks. A lot. This is one of the best gifts I could ever ask for.”

They grinned before walking me through the store listing all their best suggestions.

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