Chapter One:

It was 4 weeks after the War. Diagon Alley was finally starting to rebuild. Shops up and down the lane had started to show signs of life again. They could finally re-open without fear of he-who-must-not-be-named or his Death Eaters coming in and tearing everything apart again. And it was a wondrous feeling indeed.

Mr. Ollivander was finally back, from the Weasley's beach cottage safe house, where he was hidden for the reminder of the war. He was happy to finally be back at his shop and he was certainly ready to start making wands for the newest batch of students who would be boarding the Hogwarts Express in September. It was the beginning of June, and finally the sun seemed to be shining brightly.

The only shop that seemed still out of sorts was Weasley Wizard Wheezes. Which was absolute rubbish. But Fred Weasley was no longer in the mood for such jokes, he had had a lot on his mind after the war, and quite frankly didn't even realize why he was still here. He should have died in that war, he knew that, he wasn't as thick as everyone assumed that he was. That wall that fell on him should have killed him, but for some reason he had been spared, and he couldn't bloody figure out why.

George Weasley, was worried about his brother. He had never seen him this quiet before. Fred, was the life of the party, he was the loud and boisterous one, he came up with the jokes and the pranks and George was simply there to help execute them. Seeing his twin this way was wrong but he didn't know what to do about it.

"Hey Freddie, I was thinking, we might want to start working on some new products for the re-opening in a few weeks." George said, as he glanced at his twin, the worry evident in his face as he spoke.

"Oh…" Fred sighed, "yeah I suppose we can start working on some new things soon."

George knew that if Fred didn't want to do this anymore there was no way the shop would succeed. Fred was the idea man but he was also the business man. He knew about profits and losses and increasing revenues and setting product price points.

The next day, June 4th, was a day Fred wouldn't soon forget. He was standing behind the register at the shop making a list of everything they had left in the front of the shop, while George was taking inventory in the back room. He heard the door chime, that it had been opened.

"I'm sorry, but we haven't re-opened yet." He called over his shoulder.

"I'm actually not a customer." He had to turn then, the voice was too different, an accent he had never heard before.

"Well then what can I help you with?" He asked, staring at the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen.

"My name is Emily Tyson and I'm here to talk to Fred and George Weasley," She stated matter of factly as she stuck out her hand for Fred to shake.

"Hey Forge! I think you better get out here," Fred shouted, not able to take his eyes off of the witch standing in front of him.

That night, gathered around the dinner table at the Burrow, Fred looked at his family. There was little Ginny, who did not look so little anymore, with Harry Potter's arm settled on the back of her chair. Then ickles wittle Ronnie, with Hermione next to him, laughing at one of his lame jokes. Bill and Fleur were next to them, talking to Charlie, who was taking a week off to spend some time with his family, about the newest breed of dragon that had been discovered in France. Then George and Alicia, during the war, they had decided they wanted to see where it would go. Then there was his Mum and Dad, Molly and Arthur, who were staring at him. He reckoned it was because he had been noticeably silent throughout dinner, thus far. But as it was, Percy, the newly appointed senior assistant to the Minister of Magic was the first to speak to him.

"Fred, has your consultant from the International Wizarding Counsel been by to see you yet? I heard that they would be stopping by all the shops between today and tomorrow and I wasn't sure when yours would be coming." Percy inquired looking at his younger brother.

"Why would someone from the IWC be coming to see you two? Surely you can't be in any trouble." Molly stated, giving her mothering glare at the twins. "I always knew that these pranks you were pulling would get you both into real trouble, didn't I Arthur?" She looked at her husband then looking for his agreement.

"Mum" Percy spoke up, "The IWC is sending consultants to all the businesses in Diagon Alley to help them re-build and re-open as soon as possible, hopefully before the middle of August, so Hogwarts students can get their supplies." He told Molly, then looked at the twins again, "I heard WWW was the only shop, that would be getting a consultant that didn't have any other businesses to help. So who is it, then?" He probed the twins glancing back and forth between them.

"Her name is Emma or something, she came in today." George told him, turning his attention back to Alicia.

"It's Emily, Emily Tyson," Fred answered Percy.

"You can't be serious, Emily Tyson? Emily Tyson is here in London?!" Hermione practically screeched. "This is going to be so great. You absolutely have to introduce me to her, I'll do anything!"

"Whoa, Hermione what's the big deal? She's just a witch." Ron remarked, looking at her as if she were mad.

"No, she's not just some witch." Hermione insisted, "She's one of the smartest witches, that's probably ever lived." At this statement, everyone at the table stared at her, she had definitely gone mad, Hermione would never admit there was a witch, wizard, or muggle that was smarter than her.

"Then please explain what's so amazing about her 'Mione." Fred replied, his interest captured.

"Well, she's from America, if you can even believe it," she started.

"That explains her accent then, I'd never heard anything like it before." George commented. Hermione shot him a look for interrupting her.

"Yes, she's from a Southern state, so her accent is very different than most Americans. But from what I've read, she grew up on a farm, her dad is a muggle and her mom was a witch, she died when Emily was barely a teenager. She went to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the states, and had graduated by the time she was 15. Since she wasn't of age yet, she went back to live with her dad, and turned his small farm into a billion dollar, muggle money in America," she explained at everyone's confused looks at the word dollar, "and know it services all of North America, Tyson Food Group. All the while, going to a muggle University. When she was 17, the IWC offered her an internship, which is crazy because the IWC is mainly older wizards that are ever invited to join. She was the one who went to South America, when their economy crashed, she fixed the problems in both the Wizarding and Muggle communities there. She's been doing work all over the world fixing problems. She speaks 6 languages, she's absolutely amazing, and she's just Percy's age." Hermione finished her rant completely awe-struck.

"Wow…" Fred whispered to himself.

"Well the IWC, must really be impressed with what you have done so far and want you back up on your feet quickly," Percy told them. "They wouldn't have Emily Tyson on your case if they didn't think you could do it. You both need to really listen to what she tells you, don't bollocks this up, you won't get another chance like this again."

Fred just nodded and the side conversations seemed to come alive again, he glanced over at George and saw him watching him. While he didn't know why he had survived the battle, especially when he was so sure it was his time. He knew he wouldn't ruin this for George, he owed him that much, he would make sure this shop survived for George. He also had to admit he would be bloody happy to see Emily again.

Wednesday morning, an owl was pecking on this door of WWW. George opened the door it flew in quickly, offered its leg so he could remove the note and quickly flew out again.

I will be stopping by today around lunch time, so we can discuss your plans. Tyson

"Hey Freddie! Looks like we are going to have a lunch guest today." George called up the stairs that lead to the flat they lived in above the shop.

Fred ascended the stairs, "what are you talking about, mate?" he asked, his hair still wet, were he had just gotten out of the shower. George handed him the note, he read it quickly. He looked up at George with a smile on his face.

'Wow, Freddie is actually smiling' George thought to himself, it was not something that he or anyone else had seen in a month. He finally felt as though his brother was back. They went back to work, clearing out the old merchandise, as some of the candies could not stay on the shelf for long amounts of time, without some terrible side-effects.

Before long, it was noontime and the door chimed. Fred turned as she walked in the door, he took in her extremely long hair, it was almost to her waist, honey blonde waves cascading down her back. She was dressed a black sleeveless blouse tucked into black high-waist slacks, she was holding a large grey briefcase bag. She smiled at Fred as she walked towards him.

"Hello, Mr. Weasley, I trust you received my owl this morning?" she questioned him, he looked at her gorgeous face, those pale green eyes were framed with long black lashes, and really stood out against her brown and coral glasses. She was rather tall, how had he not noticed that before?

"Yes, we did, let me just run and get George." He turned from her walking into the backroom.

As he left, Emily let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. 'Why is he effecting me like this?' She wondered about the shop, thinking about how much her Pops would have loved this place, magic aside. 'You need to stop being so ridiculous' she scolded herself, 'you need to get it together, it's been a month, you need to pull yourself up by your boot straps and do this for Pops.'

"So what can we do for you today, Mrs. Tyson?" She turned and saw the Weasley twins standing side by side, looking at her with great interest.

"It's actually Ms. Tyson but please call me Emily, I was wondering if ya'll would like to accompany me to lunch? I thought we could talk more about the shop and plans and so forth." She drawled in her sweet Southern accent, which was so different from anything they had ever heard.

"It would be our pleasure!" They exclaimed at the same time, and she couldn't help but laugh.

They went into Muggle London and found a quiet pub to eat lunch and talk. They ordered their drinks and lunch.

"Gentlemen, I know we didn't have a lot of time to talk yesterday, so I'm hoping we can make the most of this lunch." She told them. "But first, I would like to know if you are even interested in continuing with your shop? I have an investor who would is extremely interested in buying you out. But if you would like to continue with the shop, I'm going to try my hardest to help you get back up and running."

"Well, I know I would like to keep going with the shop," George explained, "I don't think I can speak for Fred on this though." He looked at his twin, this was the first time, he didn't know what he was thinking, and that was quite frightening.

"Well, I bloody don't plan on giving up our dream," Fred exclaimed looking at his twin. The glint was back in Fred's eyes and George could tell he was ready to create some mayhem once again.

"Well then boys, let's get down to business." Emily said with large smile. "What do we say to round of shots, to celebrate?" giving the boys a wink, but looking right at Fred.