Chapter One: Witch You talking Bout?

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OOOOOO

The black minivan pulled slowing into the cull-da-sac. It paused in front of a house then backed in just as slowly, making sure not to ruin the fresh cut lawn. Out of said van came six individuals. The first were two adults in their late thirties. The man had hair brown messy hair and honey eyes, while the woman had ebony hair and blue eyes which wasn't unusual for her considering she was of Japanese descent. Out of the back came two sets of twins only a year apart; one girls and the other boys.

Each girl had black hair with a purple hue to it and piercing blue eyes. The younger twin, Myou, had long flowing hair while the older of the girls, Ami, had short spiky hair. The boy twins looked exactly alike. Everything from their eye color – bright and vibrant green – to their hair color – which was also green, though due to a dye that would not seem to come out no matter how much their mother tried – to their style in hair cut and clothes. The only person able to tell the boys apart were their mother, and even she had trouble sometimes.

"I hate it. Let's go home." Ami spoke in a voice of an adult. "This is ridiculous. You guys are ridiculous!"

Their father, who had his hands on his hips and was beaming at their new house, gave Ami a stern look. "Ami Belfair. You will not talk in such a manner. Look, the people at number 4 have a son your age. Why don't you take your sister and go play while we wait for the movers to get here."

The older twin rolled her eyes. "Anything to get away from you guys!" She hissed, taking her sister's hand.

"We want to go!" Kisho, the younger of the ten year old boy twins, piped up.

Their father didn't even look his way. "No way. We may be in another country, but you guys are still grounded for life."

Haru groaned and stopped his foot. "That's not fair!"

"You hid a snake in your teacher's desk. How you managed to get it in there, I have no idea. The fact of the matter, however, is that you did it and someone could have gotten hurt. So…you're still grounded. If you would tell me how you got the snake in the desk," His eyes turn to them, though he was still facing the house, "I might consider being a little more lenient."

The twin boys look at each other. "One sec!" Said Haru, grabbing his brothers should and walking a few feet away. "What do we tell him? I don't want to be grounded forever!"

Kisho looked to the ground, "Don't tell him I talked to the snake! Please Haru! I'll get in more trouble! No one else we know talks to snakes!" The young twin held back tears, "He'll think I'm a freak! He'll send me away!"

Haru looked at a spot in the grass for a long moment then marched back to his father. "We aren't telling. Do your worst!" He said, puffing out his chest and speaking in a grown up voice.

"Hey, this is touching and all," Ami started, tapping her foot, "but we're leaving." With that, the twins set off across the street to Number 4 Private Drive.

Myou skipped over and knocked on the door.

"Boy! Answer the door!" A voice called from the other side.

A second later the door opened revealing a young boy. "May I help you?" He asked in a small voice.

Myou smiled. "Hi! I'm Myou and this is Ami, and we just moved into number 6, across the street!"

"Who is it boy!"

The boy turned his head to face a very large man, sitting at a table. "Um, new neighbors, sir?"

The large man stood and walked to the door, pushing the boy out of the way. "'Ello, and what can I do for you?"

Myou smiled. "My father thought it would be a good idea if we got acquainted with our neighbors! He said you had a son our age, oh, I'm Myou and this is my sister, Ami."

Vernon eyed the two girls for a few seconds before Dudley came to the door. He wiped his sweaty palms on his shirt and smiled at Myou, who found it hard to smile back. "'Ello, I'm Dudley."

Myou gave him the sweetest smile she could conjure. "Oh, Hi. I'm Myou."

Dudley laughed piggishly. "That's a funny name."

Ami glared at him. "Like yours is any better?"

"Um…who was that other boy, the one who answered the door?" Myou asked quickly, in order to cover her sister's rudeness.

Neither the large man, nor his son answered for a second. "Oh, well, he's my nephew. Not good for anything though; a bad apple."

Myou stole another glance at the boy, who was now setting food on the table. "Oh, I see. Well, my sister and I are sorry for interrupting your dinner; maybe we should come back another time."

"Why don't you join us?" Dudley said excitedly.

Vernon looked at his son, then back at the guest. "Yes, why don't you join us?"

Dinner with the Dursley's was an odd affair, Myou decided. Dudley got the most food, she noticed, and Harry just got whatever Dudley didn't eat, which wasn't much. And Myou had a sinking feeling that the only reason Dudley was eating so much was because he didn't want Harry to eat anything at all.

"So, Dudley…What school are you planning on going to next year?"

Dudley straightened his back. "Smeltings, of course."

"Smeltings?" Myou asked in a curious voice.

Ami snorted at her sister. "Idiot. It's a rather harsh boarding school. Dad went there when he was our age."

Myou raised a brow at her sister. "He didn't move us here so Kisho and Haru could go there did he?"

"Your dad went to Smeltings, what's his name?" Mr. Dursley interjected before Ami could respond.

"His name is David Belfair, sir." The younger said politely.

"Ho ho! Really now my dear?" Vernon said with a cheer as he shoved a carrot into his mouth. "Petunia, David was a dear friend! We should invite him over sometime."

Petunia, a rather skinny woman with what looked like the neck of a Giraffe, smiled at him. "Yes, of course!"

Harry rolled his eyes and looked back at his food.

"So," Myou began, looking at the quiet boy, "What's your name?"

He gave her a shocked look. "H-Harry,"

"Where will you be going to school?"

"Oh, well, I'm going to be going to Stonewall High." He said before looking back at his food, figuring it was the end of the conversation.

Myou smiled. "Oh, is it a nice school?"

"They stuff people's heads down the toilets the first day at Stonewall." Dudley snorted out with another piggish laugh.

Myou wrinkled her nose. "That's ghastly! Surly you're joking?"

Dudley laughed once more. "Nope, I'm sure he will get more than one dunking too!"

Myou shifted in her seat, but said nothing, taking a bite out of her spaghetti. Luckily, the silence was soon broken by a knock at the door.

"Get it, boy." Said Vernon, not looking up from his newspaper.

Harry sighed and rose to answer the door. "May I help you?"

"Hello sweetie," Myou's mother spoke, "my name is Emi; I'm Myou and Ami's mother. This is David, and these are our son's."

Harry smiled. "Oh, come in."

Emi smiled back at the boy and entered the house. "Hello." She said with a smile, nodding her head at the people at the table.

"Mom!" Myou greeted, grateful for the interruption.

"David! It's good to see you again, it's me, Vernon." Mr. Dursley said, walking over to the man and extending his hand.

"Vernon! Wow! You look…different." David said, shaking the other man's hand. "So, you didn't move I see? Still number 4 Private Drive."

"Yes, yes, why don't we go to the living room…Dudley, take them up to your room, the boy too, after he cleans the table." Vernon said as he directed David and Emi into the living room.

"What?" Kisho protested. "We didn't get to eat yet."

"Don't be a pig." Haru teased, following the fat boy upstairs.

Myou pursed her lips together. "Ami, you go ahead. I'm gonna help Harry." She walked over to the table and helped Harry gather the dishes.

"Um…thank you." Harry said with a blush.

She smiled back. "It's no problem, Harry…your Aunt and Uncle don't seem to treat you very well. Does Dudley ever have to do stuff like this?"" She asked as she helped him put the dishes in the dish washer.

"Nope, just me. It's always been that way." Harry shrugged.

OOOOOO

Ron Weasly wasn't a morning person by anyone standards. He had tried many muggle and magically ways to wake himself up early in the mornings (rather his mother had) but nothing ever worked. Until today. Today at five in the morning his eyes opened automatically. He could feel a knot in his stomach that nagged at him, telling him he should be afraid. His groggy mind tried to catch up with his body and it took him a moment to realize why today was different then every other day.

Hogwarts letters were going to be sent out today. Today was the day he officially became a wizard. Or, today would be the day he turned out to be a squib. He wouldn't even consider that he was a squib if it wasn't for Fred, George, and Alexis. Alexis had been an annoying addition to their family for seven years now, and in his opinion she was worse than Fred and Georgia put together, even though she was their age. For the past year the three had been telling Ron that no wizarding school would ever want him and, after this long, he was starting to believe it.

With all of his other siblings, there had always been some kind of indicator that they were magically inclined. Wandless magic as everyone called it. Even Ginny, who was younger than him, did stuff that she didn't mean too because of the magic in her body. With Ron, however, nothing strange had ever happened. He had never done anything to alert anyone to the fact that he was, indeed, a wizard. So, needless to say, he was a little worried.

Dazed, Ron sat up from bed and got dressed in boxers and a t-shirt before heading down stairs and praying that the twins and girl were not awake.

"Aw, you're up rather early, Ronnie-poo!"

Ron groaned and decided that someone in the universe hated him. "Shut-up Alexis!" he snapped back, turning to look to the girl as he came down the stairs, a glare on his face.

Alexis was a beautiful girl with long black hair and shining violet eyes. She mock pouted at the red headed boy. "Don't be so mean, Ronnie-poo! I was only commenting on how you were up early. It's not like I was implying anything." She then gave him a sly look. "Oh, I get it. You're worried about your Hogwarts letter."

"I am not!" He growled out, sitting at the table. "I have nothing to be worried about! I'm going to Hogwarts!"

She smiled a sickly sweet smile. "Well, the letters will be coming today. We'll get the chance to know whether or not you're a failure by breakfast."

Ron's hands balled into fist, "Just shove it, Alexis!"

"Shove what?" George said lazily as he entered the kitchen and sat down at the table to the left of Alexis.

"That, George," Alexis started, beaming at him, "is a very interesting question to which I'm not sure I want to know the answer to."

"What are you guys talking 'bout?" This time it was Fred who entered the kitchen, taking his seat on the other side of Alexis.

"How I became the amazing person that I am." The ebony haired girl said with a smirk while checking her nails.

"Oh, that's an easy one," George butted in with a smile before wrapping his arm around the girl's shoulders. "It's all thanks to me."

"You can think that if you want, George, but I'm way beyond your level." She smirked shrugging his arm off.

"Alexis," George gasped, with a mock hurt expression on his face. "Are you trying to tell me that you've forgotten about all the long, dark, nights we've spent together?"

A mischievous grin crossed her face, "That's exactly what I'm trying to say. I think you'll have to find a way to jog my memory."

"I do not want to hear this!" Ron suddenly shouted, jumping from his seat. "You guys are sick!" He then paused and looked at the trio. Suddenly nervous, he slowly sank back into his seat. "Don't you dare." He whispered fiercely. "Don't you dare pull a prank on me! It's too early in the morning for this nonsense!"

"You better not," Ginny commented, as she joined her siblings downstairs. "Mom will be down shortly. If you pull anything now, she'll just extend your grounding."

Ron was visibly relieved by this bit of news and sat back down at the table, "What about Dad?"

"He had to go off to work early." She told him, finishing her descent down the stairs. "The ministry's having him deliver letters to some muggle-borns."

Alexis squealed and engulfed the girl in a massive hug. "You're the best informant a girl could ever ask for."

Just as the words came out of her mouth, Mrs. Weasley came down the stairs. "Now everyone sit down while I make breakfast." She ordered, "Wait, where's Percy?"

"He's still sleeping." Ginny said blandly while pulling out her chair. "He stayed up reading till late last night."

"How do you always know everything?" Ron gapped.

"Magic." Alexis supplied.

"Ha ha, you're incredibly funny, Alexis."

Their banter continued for several minutes. Although, with their mother present, there was no talk of pranks or Hogwarts. Shortly before breakfast Percy managed to join everyone downstairs. The snobby older boy may have been smart and well behaved, but he was by no means an early riser just like Ron. It wasn't until after Mrs. Weasly brought breakfast out that Alexis's prediction came true. The owl arrived with the Hogwarts letters. Ron grabbed the letters off the owl's leg and frenetically flipped through them in search of his.

"It's not here!" He yelled. "What did you do with my letter?"

Alexis blinked in amazement, "Wow, Fred. You were actually right. He is a squib."

"And to think, no one believed me." The twin put a hand over his head, acting as if he was hurt.

"Fred, George, Alexis, what did you do with his letter?" Mrs. Weasley demanded.

"Mother!" George cried. "How could you jump to such conclusions?"

"Yeah we love our little Ronnie-poo" Alexis added.

"We would never steal his letter!" Fred said next, finishing for the trio.

"I'm sure if Ron has a letter, it's there." Ginny added, stealing a glance at a smirking Alexis.

"But it's not here!" Ron whined. "You guys had to have done something." Tears threatened his eyes and he took off running upstairs.

"Something?" Fred laughed.

"And what is this something he's accusing us of doing?"

Alexis' smirk grew wider. "He couldn't possibly be accusing us of intercepting the owl, and covering his letter with a powder that causes invisibility for exactly 1 hour, 25 minutes, and 6 seconds, could he?"

OOOOOO

Emi Belfair was a woman with very traditional values. Among said values was the belief that every morning her children and husband deserved a nice home cooked breakfast. So every day at about 5 the Japanese woman would wake up, take a long bath, and then head down to make breakfast before anyone else in the house even stirred from their dreamland.

Today however, at six-thirty, she was interrupted by a knock on the door. This was unusual considering the only people in the neighborhood she knew were the Dursley's and they had vanished less than a week ago after the street was flooded with a flock of owls. After she wiped her hands on her apron, she headed to the door. "Can I help you?" She asked with a slight frown.

The man at the door was a tall, balding man. What was odd was the fact that he was wearing worn green robes of some sort. "'Ello ma'am. My name is Arthur Weasley. I'm here to talk to you about your daughters.

"Oh no, what did they do?" Mrs. Belfair paled as a feeling of dread overcame her. "Wait. You should probably just come in."

"Uh, right. That would be best." Mr. Weasley smiled, as she led him inside.

"Have a seat...would you like some tea." She offered as she showed him to the living room.

He smiled at her. "That would be lovely."

"I'm sorry for whatever those girls did. I can't seem to get them to behave, though they aren't as bad as their brothers. I do have to say that I'm surprised, they haven't done anything recently. There was this one incident last time we moved, they set the neighbor's yard on fire. Then there was the time all the animals in the neighborhood went missing and I found them locked in the girls' room. Of course they always say they never know how it happens, that's where their brothers get it from. They are such bad example set-"

"Excuse me, Mrs. Belfair...I seem to have given you the impression that they've done something wrong."

"They haven't?" She asked, giving him a very perplexed look.

Arthur laughed. "No, no. Of course not. They've been accepted into Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Witchcraft? Wizardry? I'm sure I don't understand." Emi was starting to think that she should not have let this man into her home without first finding out if he was sane or not. Apparently, he wasn't.

Mr. Belfair yawned and walked into the room, still in his pajamas. "Emi, dear, who are you talking to?"

Arthur stood and reached for the man's hand. "Arthur Weasley sir."

"Do I...know you?"

At this, the red head laughed. "I don't believe so. I was just telling your wife that your daughters were accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"That's how I know you! You dated my sister Mary the second year of school, the third too if I remember." He recalled. "She just could stop talking about you. She said you charmed her right from the start."

Arthur's eyes widened. "Oh, you must be Genève's brother! It's a pleasure to make you acquaintance! This is perfect. That means it will be a lot easier to explain this to you."

OOOOOO

"This is where you get your wands." Mr. Belfair said, standing in front of a large building. "Now that we've exchanged our 'muggle' money for wizarding money, we can buy wands for the both of you."

Myou and Ami stood holding each other's hands as they looked up at the building. "And wands help us channel our magic, right?" Myou asked, turning to the man.

He nodded. "Correct. Now, from what we know, you two are used to doing what is call wandless magic."

"You mean like when the neighbor's yard was set on fire or when all of the pets in the neighborhood ended up in our room, right?" This time it was Ami who spoke. "I told you we didn't do it, mom. And you didn't believe us!"

Their mother rolled her eyes as she huddled closer to their father. "Well technically you two still did do it. You just didn't mean to."

Their father laughed. "I should have known you two were witches after all of the stuff Genève put me through before we found of she was a witch. Alright. Come on then. Let's go get you some wands girls! Come on Kisho, Haru. Don't wander off. We'll never be able to find you here." Their father led the way into the wand shop, but no one was standing behind the counter. "Mr. Ollivander?"

An elderly man with big round glasses appeared seemingly out of nowhere. "'Ello mates. What can I help you with today?"

"We need wands!" Myou announced proudly, stepping forward. "Two please!"

The man laughed. "I suppose you two are muggle born then? First time in the alley?"

The younger twin nodded her head profusely. "Yep!"

"Alright. How this works is I'll hand you a wand and you give it a try right here. If it's not the wand for you, we'll try a different one!"

"But that'll take all day!" Ami said with a gasp. "That's ridiculous."

"Ah, but it's the wand who chooses you, young lady. Alright, I think I had a wand for you. Loud-mouth, speaks her mind…now let's see…" He muttered the last bit as he disappeared. Sounds could be heard from the back before finally he appeared again, a box in his hands. "Here we are. Oak. 11 3/4 . Try it out!" He said as he opened the box.

Ami nodded her head as she stared in awe before she picked up the wand. However, in an instant, sparks flew and burned her hand, making her drop it. She cried out and put her hand to her chest, but was relieved when she felt no pain. "I don't think that's the right one."

Mr. Ollivander's eyes were wide when Ami looked back up at him. "You have a very strong spirit, and strong magic because of it. Can I ask…have you ever done…wandless magic?"

"Yeah, I set the neighbor's yard on fire once." She said with a nod of her head.

He nodded and started to mutter to himself once again before disappearing once more. This time, it took him much longer to come back, and when he did, he was carrying a pure black wand case with a strange symbol upon it. "This is a wand made of the Hazel tree. 10¼. It's core is special. One of a kind." He leaned down, "It's mad from the scales of a Salamander, a ferocious type of fire dragon."

"And you think that this wand is meant for me?" After he nodded, Ami gulped and picked the wand up cautiously. Light emitted from the tip and she squinted her eyes until she realized it didn't blind her; it was calling to her. The light was pure and hot; it awoke her soul and made her want to sob tears of joy. After a minute of starring into the glorious light, it ebbed away into nothingness. Ami knew, however, that this was the wand for her. "How much is it?" She looked up at Mr. Ollivander and could tell that he was even more amazed then she.

"You, my dear, are the first witch or wizard to ever be able to hold that wand since I created it. It is one of a kind and therefore, priceless. However, I want you to have it for free. It'll do me no good sitting here considering no one else can have it." He smiled genuinely to her before turning to Myou. "And you? A leader I see. Shy at all?"

"A little?" she answered after thinking about it for a second.

"Wandless magic? Any like your sister?"

"I accidently kidnapped all the neighborhood animals and locked them in my room once." She said with a bright red blush.

"Ah. An animal lover I see." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Special though, just like your sister, I can see." He started to mumble and mutter under his breath. "One of a kind, yes…" Then he disappeared once more. After fifteen minutes, he came back with a snow white box that had a design of red dots and swirls. It looked like it had been bled on. "This is made from a weeping willow. 9¾. Very special core too. Hair from the tail of a Huli Jing."

"A nine tailed fox spirit." Their mother spoke, eyeing the wand.

"Right you are. Once more, this is one of a kind. I never bring it out anymore for reasons I don't think you want to know. But go on, try it out."

Myou gave him a skeptical look before she reached for the offered wand. Bright red lights of energy swirled fiercely around her and she tried not to cry out. Her eyes clenched shut to avoid her hair, which was whipping around her and lashing her in the face. Finally she shouted, "Knock it off!" and just like that, it stopped. The wand pulsed in her hands angrily a few more times before finally it was still.

"Ah-ha! Very magical children indeed! I can't wait to service you two boys!" He exclaimed, looked down at the two male twins. "How long until you attend Hogwarts?"

"Next year!" Kisho said excitedly.

"We hope," Haru added. "We won't find out if we are wizards until next year when we get our letters."

"They do wandless magic though." Their father said, ruffling their hair. "I'm sure of it. You'll see us next year."

After a little small talk about how to take care of their wands, the family of six headed to their next destination to get books. After a few more hours the family split up after some convincing from Myou.

"Now remember," Their mother told them, "stay together. Avoid strangers. Be careful. Get whatever you guys need, alright?"

And with those final words, the twin girls disappeared into the crowd. "Alright, let's go buy ourselves some pets!" Myou said proudly, leading the way to Magical Menagerie. "I want to get a cat!"

"I think mom might get upset with us if we did that." Ami said nervously as she looked up at the giant building filled with magical items of every kind.

"Oh come on Ami." She nudged her sister's arm. "Why would mom get upset with us for buying pets? She said we could buy whatever we wanted." She commented in an overly innocent voice.

"You are such a sly manipulative little freak." Ami sighed.

Myou raised her brow. "What do you mean by that?"

"'Mom do you think it would be ok if Ami and I go off by ourselves. I think we should start acquainting ourselves with the Wizarding world.' those words sound familiar to you?" The older sister said, mocking her sister's voice.

"Uh, well. I had to tell mom something." Myou laughed nervously. "I saw this really cute cat and I really want it."

"Fine, I wanted to get an owl anyway." The older said with a smirk before the two made their way into the store together.

OOOOOO

"The place is packed full of muggles, of course." Molly complained as she ushered her children to the platform.

"Mom, I don't see why I can't go." Her youngest daughter complained.

"You're not old enough Ginny, now be quiet." Their mother scolded with a very disapproving look.

"Mrs. Weasly, I'm sure Ginny could fit in my trunk. I'd have no problem taking care of her. It's not like I have a pet." Alexis argued pulling Ginny into a big hug.

"Yeah, I could be her pet!" The young girl chimed in excitedly.

"Don't go getting her hopes up Alexis. You know she can't go."

Alexis gave her best puppy dog look that she could muster while looking at her adoptive mother. "But I want Ginny to come with me. It's so lonely at Hogwarts without my dear beloved roommate."

"Both of you be quiet. All right, Percy, you go first." She said the last bit with love and adoration as she turned her eyes to her other son. The snobby, older child briskly marched through the platform without a word to his family.

"Fred you're next."

"I'm not Fred, I'm George," said the boy. "Honestly, woman you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?" He asked, feigning hurt.

"Sorry, George, dear." The woman sighed, causing Alexis and the other twin to snicker.

"Only joking, I am Fred," He laughed as he raced off to the barrier, followed by George and Alexis.

Harry, who had been watching these events unfold nearby, could no longer contain his curiosity at what was going on. The four kids had... vanished into a... wall. They seemed to be going to the same place as he was, and obviously they knew something he didn't. It was time for him to take a chance, and ask complete strangers for help. "Excuse me."

"Hello, dear," Mrs. Weasly said. "First time to Hogwarts? Ron's new too." She pointed to her youngest son. He was tall, thin, and gangling, with freckles, big hands and feet, and a long nose.

"Yes," said Harry. "The thing is... I don't know how to..."

"How to get onto the platform?" She asked sweetly. "Don't worry all you have to do is walk strait into the wall. Best to do it at a run if you're nervous."

OOOOOO

"Need help?" Alexis asked a girl who appeared to be struggling with her suitcase.

The girl had brown/blondish hair, and bright golden eyes. She smiled up at Alexis warmly. "I would greatly appreciate it."

"It's not problem." The older girl spoke with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Just don't get too upset when I call in a favor."

"So you had ulterior motives after all." The first year laughed. "I'm Ruthian by the way."

"The name's Alexis. You'll be sure to hear angry teachers screaming it all year long."

"Fred? George? Alexis? Where did you three run off to?"

"It seems I'm being summoned for a final farewell. I'll see you later." The older girl sighed running off.

"Ron you have something on your nose." She heard Mrs. Weasly fuss as she walked up
He struggled in her arms. "Mom...geroff."

"Aaah, has ickle Ronnie got somfink on his nosie?" Fred teased in a baby voice.

"Shut up." Ron glared.

"Where's Percy?" Their mother suddenly asked, looking around for the boy.

Alexis rolled her eyes, "Unfortunately, he's coming right now."

"Can't stay long, Mother," he said. "I'm up front; the prefects have got two compartments to themselves..."

"Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?" said George, with an air of great surprise.

"You should have said something," Alexis added. "We had no idea."

"Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it." Fred said thoughtfully.

"Once..." George said with a finger to his chin.

"Or twice..." Fred added in a teasing voice.

"A minute..." This time is was Alexis who spoke, her eyes gleaming with laughter.

"All summer..." They finished together before bursting out into a fit of giggles.

The other boy scowled at the three. "Oh, shut up!"

"How come Percy gets new robes, anyway?" Ron asked with a glare of his own, shooting a jealous look at his older brother.

"Because he's a prefect," Said their mother fondly. "Alright, dear, well, have a good term... send me an owl when you get there." She kissed him on the cheek and he left. Then she turned to her three trouble makers. "Now, you three... this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you've ... you've blown up a toilet or..."

Alexis's eyes gleamed with a faraway look. "Blown up a toilet?"

"We've never blown up a toilet." Fred added with the same look.

"Bloody brilliant idea though, thanks Mom." George finished, a smirk adoring his face.

"It's not funny." She gave a disapproving look. "And look after Ron." She added after a moment, though she knew she would thoroughly regret her words.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure nothing dreadfully vile happens to my precious wittle Ronnie-poo." Alexis smiled evilly at her 'brother'.

"Yeah, ikkle Ronniekins is safe with us." Fred and George said at one, giving the youngest boy a predatory look, just as Alexis was doing.

Ron groaned and rubbed his eyes. "Shut up."

Fred's eyes suddenly lit up and he turned to his mother who was giving them all a worried look. "Hey, Mom, guess what? Guess who we just met on the train?"

George nodded his head and added, "You know that black-haired boy who was near us in the station?"

"Wait, hold on? What black haired boy? There was a black haired boy. Why don't I recall this?" Alexis pondered.

"Cause you weren't paying attention."

"Anyway, want to know who he is?"

"Who?"Alexis asked in an eager voice, jumping from foot to foot.

"Harry Potter!" Both the twins exclaimed at once.

Ginny squealed with excitement. "Oh, Mom, can I go on the train and see him, Mom, oh please..."

"You've already seen him, Ginny, and the poor boy isn't something you goggle at in a zoo. Is he really, Fred? How do you know?" Their mother asked, feeling a bit of wonder on the inside, though she knew that he was an odd one.

"Asked him. Saw his scar. It's really there... like lightning."

"Poor dear... no wonder he was alone, I wondered. He was ever so polite when he asked how to get on the platform."

"Never mind that, do you think he remembers what You-Know-Who looks like?" Fred pondered with a finger to his chin. "Do you think he'd tell us?"

His mother gave him a stern look. "I forbid you to ask him, Fred. No, don't you dare. As though he needs reminding of that on his first day at school."

"All right, keep your hair on." Said the twin with a roll of his eyes.

"Well, you know what!" Alexis interjected finally. "I met someone even more important."

George's eyes flashed as he turned to his best friend."Someone more important than Harry Potter?"

"Yeah." She confirmed with a nod of her head.

Fred beamed with excitement. "Who?"

"I met... Ron's future wife!" She squealed pulling Ron into a massive hug.

"Not funny, Alexis!" Ron growled, trying to get out of the girls vice like grip around his neck. "Let go of me!"

"Oh come on Ronnie-poo, this is an exciting moment for all of us!"

"George get her off of me!"

The twin laughed, "Alright Alexis, enough smothering my brother. We want him alive for his first year of Hogwarts."

"Ok," She submitted. "But I can smother him more when we get to school, can't I?"

"Sure thing."

The train whistle sounded.

"Hurry up!" Mrs. Weasly ordered, and the four kids clambered onto the train. They leaned out the window for her to kiss them goodbye and their sister began to cry.

"Mrs. Weasly, are you sure I can't take her with me." Alexis begged, a few tears falling down her cheek.

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Don't cry Ginny, we'll send you loads of owls, like always."

"We'll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat." George added with a huge, teasing smile on his face.

"George!"

"Only joking, Mom."

The train pulled off, and the four of them watched as Ginny ran along with the train for a good bit. When she finally fell behind, they leaned back in through the window.

"Go ahead and find somewhere to sit," George advised Ron. "We might check in with you later."

"Toodles." Alexis waved as she ran off down the aisle.

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*Some dialogue taken from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.

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