K15: Okay, so Creative Touch, said that I should write a fanfic with Fred dating an OC. I figured this as a challenged.
Fred: And of course Kayko can never turn away a challenged.
Me: Exactly, so before anyone says anything about Pamela and how she's a Mary Sue or whatever she's not. She's based on someone I know. :D So enjoy the new stuff. Later. K15
Disclaimer: I don't own HP. If I did, well Fred would've lived.
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Summary: It's been only a couple of months since the defeat of Voldemort, and life seems to be going slow for the Golden Trio and friends. But one girl could change their out look on life, and bring a whole lot of drama into their somewhat calm life.
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Dedication: The first chapter is to Creative Touch, who gave me the extra push to post this up.
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Hermione glanced over her shoulder to make sure her friend was still following. When the older witch (Hermione) saw the braids peak out from around the tree, she knew right away that her friend, of eight years, was still there. Not that Hermione had quickened her pace going down the hill. Apparating with someone who didn't know where the Burrow was, well, it was hard. And side-Apparation was not Hermione's favorite thing to do.
Hermione was personally glad that Pamela was in England and away from her Muggle parents. Hermione had tried for about two years to get Pamela out to England, but school and other things had interfered for both. Sadly, the younger girl was only out her for a weekend. But that was enough to keep Hermione happy until the next weekend. It had been six and half years since Pamela moved to the States. They kept in contact by owls, but you could only put so much in that, especially with a war going on in England.
"Pamela stop staring," Hermione scolded, pulling on the girl's arm. "Mrs. Weasley is expecting me."
Pamela could only nod as she took in the surroundings. Her curiosity was just as grand as Hermione's. And the questions that Pamela asked Hermione through school, kept Hermione on her toes. Hermione gave the front door a push, knowing that she was always welcomed there. She had trouble speaking with her parents, since she returned their memories.
Hermione was the first to enter the house, or so it seemed. The others must have been out playing another Quidditch game. It was a whole lot easier now that Harry had been coming over to the Burrow every day. Turning her head so she kept an eye on Pamela, she noticed that the visiting girl's eyes had landed on the Weasley family clock. There was no doubt that Pamela was wondering about how it works.
Hermione smirked as she pulled Pamela into the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley was, as usual, rushing around the kitchen trying to get something in perfect condition. No doubt she was getting ready for Bill and Fleur's baby, most of the time. So when the smell of homemade cookies seemed to spin around the two girls, Hermione knew that it was a break time for Mrs. Weasley.
"Mrs. Weasley?" Hermione called out, causing the frantic mother to drop the spoon she was washing, into the sink. "Sorry, Mrs. Weasley I didn't mean to scare you."
"Not a problem Hermione dear," Mrs. Weasley said, smiling. "Are you hungry? The boys and Ginny are out playing Quidditch and I was going to have a snack for them when they came back."
"Is there anyway, my friend could stay for dinner? I promise she's not as wild as the twins," Hermione knew that Pamela could get wild like the twins if she truly wanted to. But Hermione had yet to see this side of the girl (And she mentally prayed that she never did).
Mrs. Weasley's eyes seemed to give Pamela a thorough look over. She studied each part of Pamela closely; spending a little more time on Pamela's brown, now blonde-ish due to the highlights, braided shoulder length hair. She even spent a little time on the dusky blue eyes that were behind a pair of pink-framed glasses.
"I don't mind. It is great to have another person in the house," Mrs. Weasley said sweetly.
"Pamela's a Muggle-born, just like me," Hermione clarified.
The motherly witch could only nod. She then addressed Pamela in a somewhat formal matter, since the youngest witch (currently in the house) had not said two words since she walked in. "Hello Pamela, how are you?"
When Pamela took Mrs. Weasley's hand, she looked everywhere but Mrs. Weasley's face. "I'm doing fine," replied Pamela in a soft timid voice.
Hermione smiled while shaking her head. She knew that Pamela could be shy, especially around adults. But not to tell Mrs. Weasley anything about herself was a little stupid. At least it was in Hermione's mind. "Pamela went to Hogwarts for a while, before transferring to the States," she pushed a little bit to get some sort of conversation going between the two of them.
"I didn't know they had schools in the States," Mrs. Weasley stated. "That's pretty amazing."
"Hermione did send me a lot of long distant Owls to help me with spells and stuff I was supposed to know before. The school in Salem was actually ahead of where I was at Hogwarts. So when I went there during my second year, I was pretty much behind a whole year," Pamela began to explain. "Without Hermione, I'd be going over my fifth, sixth, and seventh year."
The older witch smiled. "Well, that's our Hermione. If your parents don't mind I'd like you to stay for a while."
"I live on my own currently. I'm going off to college this year, so I'm in a dorm. We don't get very many…"
"MUM! WE'RE HUNGRY!" Ron bellowed, coming in the back door.
"Take off your shoes, I don't want you five to track mud across the floor," Mrs. Weasley snapped at her youngest son.
Hermione giggled. If Mrs. Weasley was worried about them tracking mud across the floor, then she should have made them take a shower before entering the house. All five Quidditch players were covered in mud. Fred shook his head a bit, sending mud across the floor. Sighing furiously, Mrs. Weasley waved her wand causing all five players to become suddenly very clean. Hermione laughed, knowing that the five of them needed it.
Pamela took a step behind Hermione. It was a trait she had developed. For some reason, Pamela had liked to stay invisible. Almost she was afraid of letting people get to know her too deeply. It looked like it was up to the smartest witch of her age to get another conversation going.
"Hey guys, how was the game?"
"Perfect."
"Beautiful."
"Of course we won."
"Ickle Ronniekins lost."
"I don't…"
Hermione glanced at her friend. The girl had a smile on her face. It was obvious that news about the Weasley twins had traveled to the States. Pamela had written in one of her letters, that she had Umbridge for about a year and a half. Of course, this was before Umbridge got the job at the Ministry during Hermione's fourth year.
"Guys, this is Pamela," Hermione introduced. "She's staying with me for the weekend."
"Is that the girl you were tutoring in the States 'Mione?" Harry questioned.
"That's the one Harry," she replied proudly.
Ginny was the first to walk up to the visitor. "I'm Ginny Weasley. It's great to finally meet you," she said, giving Pamela a hug. "Sorry, I guess I should of done that."
"Yah think?" Ron muttered.
"Shut up Ronald," Ginny scolded.
Mrs. Weasley cleared her throat. "This is Fred and George," she said, pointing to the twins. After nearly twenty years she was finally able to tell the two apart. "And this is my youngest, Ron, and of course this is Harry Potter."
"It's great to meet you," Pamela said quietly, she couldn't help but glance up at Harry's scar. By now Harry was used to this, and almost didn't pay any attention to it. But this time he noticed how her eyes seemed to linger on the permanent mark a little bit longer than necessary.
"So who's hungry?"
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By the time the snack was finished, Pamela was laughing with the twins and talking like she was one of the many that belonged to the Golden Trio's group. Hermione was happy for the girl that she was quick to make friends with the others. It worried her that Pamela was going to stay silent, like she had during most of the classes at Hogwarts.
Pamela smiled and reached for the last cookie, but her hand wasn't the only one. It brushed against Fred's and it caused the girl to pull back and blush a bit. Hermione mentally slapped Pamela across the face, as well as hitting her own forehead. Hermione should of known that Pamela was going to react like that. There was a time that she had thought Fred was perfect, Hermione was grateful that she quickly grew out of that stage.
"Go ahead and take it," Pamela said. "I've eaten my fill." She was back in her shyness stage once again. It didn't take much to put her there.
"Are you sure?" asked Fred. "I mean, I live here, I can always have Mum make more." That made him seem really selfish, Hermione nodded to Ron's statement, just to make him be quiet about the date he had with Lavender last night. But her attention was truly on the two right now.
"No, I'm sure. I don't want to see like I'm pigging out on the stuff," Pamela answered.
"You're not," he assured her.
"You're just trying to make me fat," joked Pamela.
"If I was, I would of given you all my cookies," Fred laughed. At least it was a step up from the quiet conversation before. Hermione still worried about what Pamela and what her current thoughts were on Fred and George. And if those two corrupted Pamela, Hermione would give them a real reason to fear her.
"Thanks, but I'm not hungry."
"Pamela, tell us a little bit about yourself," Ginny stated. This brought all other conversation to a standstill. Hermione wondered if she would do it. Pamela hardly came out of her shell to tell everyone anything.
"Well, I'm just a normal witch, both of my parents are Muggles though. I'm the oldest of three. My two little brothers are currently attending Salem School for the Magical and I'm attending Salem University this year. Brian, the youngest, is in his first year, while Jason is starting his third year," Pamela explained. "Mom and Dad are so proud of both of them," she rolled her eyes at this statement.
Hermione was actually proud of the girl. Never had she thought that Pamela could do. Hermione, though, could hear the bitterness when she mentioned her brothers. She could remember Pamela telling her that she felt like the black sheep of the family.
"That's pretty cool," George said just for a comment. "It's a small family right?"
"Yeah, there are only five of us. Oh plus Snowy, the cat, and our two dogs, Bandit and Comet."
"What did you end up studying?" he questioned again.
"I fell in love with Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts, plus a little Transfiguration. But Charms and DADA are my two strongest points," she sort of bragged. "I wanted to go into something with Potions, but I'm dreadfully horrible at it. We did have a Care of Magical Creatures during my fifth year, and that was awesome. But it was only for that year, it was cancelled due to the lack of interest from students."
"Did you take anything that required a lot of studying?" Ron asked, Hermione glared at him for asking such a stupid question.
"Well, the Advanced Charms class and the DADA classes I took required a whole lot of studying, so I took a couple of easy classes. I did end up studying Astronomy, which was an easy class for me. I also took a Mythology class, it told about the tales of witches and Wizards during the time of Hades and stuff," she continued to explain. "Those two had to be my two favorite classes."
"Where did you graduate in the top of your class?" Hermione asked. She had stopped writing Pamela on the search for the Horcrux, that way Hermione would give away their position.
"I didn't graduate at the top, if that's what you're asking. My grades and OWLs weren't high enough. My NEWTs were nice, I was proud of them, but they disappointed my parents. I was in the lower part of my class," Pamela answered. "It was nice, but a lot of people would look at me like I was stupid. But I did go past that and did my own thing. I was in our dueling club that was cool. And I was really good with Quidditch. I played Beater. I have a really mean swing."
"Wicked," the twins chorused.
"You had a dueling club?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah, but that's about it. Didn't you?"
"During our second year," Ron answered. "And it was a bore."
Pamela smiled. "Our dueling club was only opened to fifth years and above. It was like many of the dances we had. We had one just before Christmas break, and one for Halloween. It was pretty nice. We had a few that were opened to any age, like the Halloween Ball."
"We had one dance," Ron said, looking dreamingly at Hermione. "It was during our fourth year. The Yule Ball."
Hermione could only nod in agreement. "It was during the Triwizard Tournament."
"I heard about that," Pamela pointed to Harry. "You won the whole thing."
"Didn't enjoy it though. I was nearly killed, and Cedric Diggory was killed," Harry answered.
Pamela nodded. Ginny finally asked her question. This was bugging the youngest Weasley for sometime now, and she was pretty sure that her brothers and Harry were wondering about this too. "So other than the classes you took, what else are you interested in?"
Pamela shook her head. Hermione knew that she almost didn't feel comfortable sharing that piece of information with the group yet. "I really not say, it's really stupid and you'd find me insane."
"We have a friend that believes in Nargels and such. You can't be much stupider than that," This caused Hermione and Ginny to hit Ron in the head. "Sorry, I mean, Luna is an awesome girl."
Hermione decided to give her friend a little extra push. "Go ahead, tell us."
Pamela took a deep breath in and swallowed hard. Her eyes looked down at her hands. She then shifted her weight so she placed her hand under her thighs. This way Pamela wouldn't chew on her nails, a nervous habit that she had to quickly break.
"I have a strange liking, an obsession people call it, for just anything random. I know a whole lot about ghosts and demons, ninjas and charka. And I'm really interested into magic. I swear it's an unhealthy obsession," she admitted. "Ever since I was young I was interested in it, and my life now just draws me deeper into it."
She took in another deep breath in. "I say the strangest of things from time to time, that you almost need a dictionary to understand Pamish. Yes that's what I call my language, and many times I have to translate what I'm saying. I have so many different sayings that I've tried to hide during my seventh year, as well as the beginning of this year. But sometimes it just slips out.
"Around people I don't know too well, I'm shy. But as I get to know you better, I let myself go and be myself. It's who I am, I can't help it, I want people to look past the weird girl who is obsessed with everything, but I just can't."
Fred nodded. He understood what that was like; everyone thought him and George were one, not two separate people. Well, not his friends. They knew better. But what Pamela felt, was something everyone could relate too. She was just brave enough to say it. She continued her explanation of herself, "I also love to write about everything and anything. And sometimes I fuse reality and fiction together. It's a mistake I know, but I can't help it."
Harry chuckled slightly. "Compared to me, you seem really normal. I have nightmares … had nightmares, about a crazed killer killing random people."
Hermione looked at her best friends. "That's what killers do Harry," she teased.
"That's a first though," Pamela scoffed. "I'm not used to being normal. I'm used to being one of the guys. I currently live in an all girls dorm, and it's strange to think that I'm normal there and here."
"You know what is normal?" George asked, "Are any of us really normal?"
Hermione smiled at his attempt to get Pamela in a better mood. "Pamela, you're going to be one of use from now on. We're going to treat you like an equal, and your opinion is going to matter to us."
"Some of the time!" Ron put in, earning him a glare from his sister.
"Yeah," Ginny agreed. "Especially on the really important stuff. This way Hermione, Luna, and I are even with the boys now."
"You're not," Ron corrected.
"Not counting Neville. He's hardly here anyway. He's usually studying extra hard for replacing Professor Sprout," Hermione snapped at Ron.
"I don't see why he studies so hard."
"If you follow your heart, you usually get what you want in the end anyway. Though there are major bumps in your path, if you still love it and are very passionate about it, you're going to get your goal," Pamela clarified for him.
"That's pretty poetic," said Ginny.
Pamela laughed. "I'm not the poetic type of girl," she admitted, playing with one of her many braids.
"Is your hair always braided?"
"Ronald!" Hermione scolded.
"No, Hermione that's okay, I usually don't braid my whole head. I usually just leave it plain. But I just wanted a change for a few days," Pamela shrugged. "It's different I know."
"Really cool actually,"
"Brilliant,"
"Excellent," Fred stated.
"Do you two always do that?" she asked interrupting them.
"Yeah," they chorused.
"It's annoying," she said rather bluntly. "Sorry, bad habit of mine."
"It's alright," Harry laughed. "No one has bothered to tell the twins off before."
Fred and George looked at each other and began to laugh. "I guess it's the first time, other than a teacher, someone has tried to get us to act as two separate people, George answered.
"Mum did once," Ron pointed out.
"Shut up," Fred snapped.
Hermione sighed as she studied the atmosphere. It seemed to be a lot calmer since Pamela came. She seemed to bring calm with her, and Hermione was grateful from time to time. It was also weird to hear Pamela do so much talking, especially around new people.
"Anyway, I must be goin'," Pamela stood up.
"Stay!"
"Or not, maybe I'll stay," she sat down, but bumped her elbow in the process. "Ah shnugmonkies."
Fred and George chuckled at the statement. This caused Harry, Ron, and Hermione to glare at them. "What? It's sorta funny."
"I know," Pamela said. "I kidnapped it from my friend, Jessica. She said something of the sort, and I changed it around to match me."
"Is there any other weird sayings we should know about?" Ron asked cautiously, as for he didn't want to get hit again by Ginny or Hermione.
"I have a list," Pamela replied proudly. It came out almost bored though. Like she had told people this a million times.
"How 'bout the ones you say often, to save on time," Harry suggested.
"Suck a duck and," she paused to think. "That sucks like rubber chicken eggs on a Friday afternoon in the middle of the Fourth of July, during a winter snow storm."
"Wow," Ron said, his eyes widening. "That made no sense at all." He ducked to avoid Hermione and Ginny going to hit him. He looked up when he knew it was safe and let out a sigh. It was good not to get hit all the time. Though occasionally, he needed it, even Ron could admit to that.
"Oh and, I'm usually right nine times outta ten, but nobody listens to me." Pamela shrugged. "So I stop giving advice."
"I like it when I get advice."
"How good are you at math?" George asked, his eyes full of hopefulness. Hermione had quit on them last week and they were currently looking for a new bookkeeper. And so far they had found no one for the job. With the way things were going, it looked like they were going to have to do it themselves, or beg Hermione to come back.
"Horrible, probably the reason why I never continued on with my potions," Pamela answered. "I usually never got my portion of whatever ingredients that were needed right. Sometimes my potions would come out horrible, and me and my partner would have to redo the whole thing."
"Like Neville!" Ron said smiling.
Hermione nodded in agreement. She looked at the twins who were rising out of their seats. It was now almost six, and they were now just going to go reopen the shop? She knew that they got busier around the time were Hogwarts was going to start back up, but she didn't think they would reopen the shop on a Saturday.
"It was good to meet you Pamela," Fred started. "But me and George really must be going, we've kept the shop closed…"
"You always keep the shop closed early on Saturdays and you never open it on Sundays," Ginny scolded. This caused Fred and George to sit down.
Pamela smiled sheepishly, "I guess we're all stuck here until dinner."
"So what is your opinion on Quidditch?" George asked, trying to get more conversation going.
"It's a sport that doesn't require much coordination, well, I guess you need to know how to ride a broom," Pamela reasoned. "I think that's the reason I played Beater, because I had a mean swing, and also because I had no coordination really."
"Whatever," Hermione stated.
"Amazing," Fred breathed. "So, Pami…"
"Please don't call me that," it came out rather snappy. "I came to Britain, and college, to escape that. I hate Pami," she admitted forcefully. "Pam is fine from time to time, but I really prefer Pamela."
Suddenly green flames appeared in the fireplace causing the seven of them to jump slightly. Mr. Weasley shook off the soot from his robes as he walked out. "Hello Weasley family," he gave his wife a kiss on the cheek. "Hermione, Harry, and… who is your new friend?" he asked.
"This is Pamela, she's from the States," Ginny introduced.
Mr. Weasley walked over to her and smiled. "Arthur Weasley at your service. Are you a pure-blood?"
"No sir, I'm a Muggle-born," Pamela replied with a boost of confidence.
"I could almost tell," Mr. Weasley smiled. "Can you tell me something?" he asked. When she nodded he continued on with his question. "What's the function of a rubber duck?"
Pamela bit back a laugh. She knew it was an honest question. Hermione had warned her before that he asked questions like these. "I don't know, I only know you squeeze it and it squeaks. I've never really stopped to ponder why it does." It's just the natural things in the Muggle World," she stated shrugging. She was starting to like this family more and more.
Mr. Weasley nodded and walked off to help his wife with dinner. Fred rolled his eyes. "That's Dad for ya. He's really into Muggle items. When he met Harry and Hermione for the first time, the questions didn't stop coming," he explained.
"Though he still asks questions from time to time," Hermione reminded Fred.
"He will ask you a lot more at dinner tonight, at least he'll try. Hermione's answered most of his questions," George pointed out.
"You'll have to learn not to be shy," Ron said strongly. His tone was almost scolding.
"I can't help it, it's in my nature. Sometimes I befriend people quicker than others," Pamela answered. "I dunno, when I'm in my own element, I'm happier and more talkative. A new place and new people, well that scares me."
"It does everyone, luv," George said.
"Thanks George, that was a lot of help," the sarcasm was rolling off of Pamela's tongue.
"How did you know it was me?"
Ginny, Fred, Ron, Harry, and Hermione all hit their foreheads at this stupid question. Most of the times George forgot that he was missing an ear. It was something you sometimes didn't notice, but it did make him walk funny a bit.
"Well, you're missing an ear for starters. And Fred? Well, he has a small scar on the side of his right cheek. It's pretty simple," she answered.
Fred ran his finger over his scar. "I forgot about it. It's the scar I received when that wall crashed on me," he winked at Pamela. "It was during the Final Battle. I'm lucky to be alive."
"Too right you are brother," stated George. "Shall we invest in a game of Quidditch before dinner?"
"I have to decline," Hermione said as usual.
"That's okay," Ron said. "With Pamela our teams are a little bit more even."
"I was hoping to talk with Pamela some more, maybe do some girl stuff," Ginny stated, looking hopeful at the girl.
Her brothers looked at her like she was insane. "Excuse me?" The asked.
"Yeah, I have to agree. You guys go ahead, maybe next time." Pamela lied through her teeth. She didn't want to show off her Quidditch skills, or lack of.
Fred and George stuck out their tongues in a childish way and dragged Harry and Ron out into the backyard. This way they got their quality male bonding time without the girls, plus the teams were still even. Ginny shook her head and led the girls up to her room; it was good for some change, at least, until Mrs. Weasley called them all for dinner.
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Pamela sat next to Mr. Weasley and on the other side of Fred. Hermione was across the table, kiddy corner from where Fred was. This way she could hear what was going on, and she could keep an eye on Pamela.
"So Pamela, you're from the Muggle World?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"Yeah, I am," Pamela answered. "I don't know much though. Most of my life spent with was spent in the Wizarding World."
"Where did you go to school?"
"I went to Hogwarts for my first year, sorted into Gryffindor. Halfway through my second year, my parents moved to the States, and I had to transfer to Salem School for the Magical. I'll admit to it, it wasn't pleasant they were about two years ahead of everyone here."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, I was supposed to learn about the Polyjuice Potion in my first year. And during the first half of my second year, I was supposed to correctly brew said potion."
"Are you serious?" Fred asked.
"I'm dead serious," she answered.
Arthur could only nod. He knew there were schools across the world, even a few in the States, but he didn't know if they were behind or ahead in schooling. It was weird to see them nearly two years ahead of Hogwarts, but Salem was a school just as great as Hogwarts. Especially since they had to deal with the witch burnings during the earlier centuries. Of course, there were smaller schools across the world, but each country had their own big school with a good name.
"Salem? Did they teach the witch trials as a subject?"
"I actually had a professor that survived the witch burnings," Pamela answered, taking a small bite of the food Mrs. Weasley made for her. She chewed before continuing to talk. "We did study a bit about Britain and their witch trials. People are just narrow minded and won't keep their minds open to the possibility that something different is something good."
"You seem really wise for such a young age," Mrs. Weasley stated.
"I've been working on a lot of advice for a few years, it's advice I pick up along the way, plus advice I thought would help for future knowledge. It's gotten me this far, so I would like to think I know something," Pamela admitted sheepishly. "Plus, I've taken some from my grandfather's book. I want to be just like him, or pretty close to what he was."
Fred and George simultaneously let out a burp; this caused their mother to scold them. Hermione knew that this was part of the normal Weasley family dinner. "I can do better," Pamela challenged.
"Yeah?" Fred smiled. George wore an equally large grin across his face.
"Give me a while, there's certain food that allows me to do that. Some caffeine pop is the biggest cause," she smiled back at him. It was obvious that she was starting to feel more at home with the Weasleys. Hermione was personally glad for it.
"Did you mention that you were just one of the guys back home, or am I jumping to conclusions again?" George asked, leaning around his brother.
"No, I mentioned it," her smile grew bigger. "What gave you that idea though?"
"Just in the way you act. You're not manly, but you're not girly either. You're somewhere in between," Fred said around a mouthful of food.
"Thanks, I guess," Pamela narrowed her eyes. "Unless you meant that to be an insult."
He swallowed. "No, a compliment through and through."
She smiled. "Thanks, I don't get many compliments. But I guess, I can accept yours," she teased.
Mrs. Weasley smiled and walked around putting more potatoes onto Pamela's plate. It was her third helping, and if she wasn't afraid of being rude, she probably would of denied it.
She smiled and ate some. Fred chuckled and when Mrs. Weasley's back was turn he levitated the mashed potatoes out the window. It was obvious that Pamela wasn't going to eat them all.
"The gnomes will eat them," he whispered.
Hermione smiled, turning back to the conversation she was having with Ginny. She heard laughter from Pamela's end. And it was then that Hermione knew that the girl belonged here.
Pamela covered her mouth as the giggles kept coming. It was then she knew that she had sugar somewhere. It must of the been the cookies. Pamela smiled, she felt like she truly belonged with the Weasleys and in their world. There was no more searching, waiting, or anything that caused Pamela trouble in the past. Sure, it was going to take time to gain trust with the family, but she was willing to work at it, anything to fit in with this family.
"Pamela, are you going to stay here?"
"No, I was planning to go back to my dorm for a while. I have a few friends there that are magical," Pamela answered.
"I insist that you stay," Mrs. Weasley stated. "I want you two," she glared at Fred and George. "To find her a place to stay. Preferably not your room."
Fred and George stood up and smiled. "Yes Mum," they replied.
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K15: Okay, so this starts everything. It starts the drama, the heart…
Fred: It's a soap
opera without the TV.
Me: Okay, Fred's right. It is a soap
opera. It's going to be long I think. I have no end to this fic
right now. And currently, I'm taking it off from my myspace blog.
The people are real, and some of the things that Pamela goes through?
Well, that's real too. But the people are all too real.
Fred: Like Pamela, she really does act like this.
Me: Yes, so anyway, I hope you enjoy the story. Later. K15