A/N: Okay, I know that I'm starting ANOTHER story but I really can't get George Weasley out of my head…maybe it's because I'm known as one of the "Weesley twins" at school. Or maybe it's because I watched HP7 part 1 last weekend…Hunh.

Disclaimer: Would you believe me if I told you that I owned everything Harry Potter? Yeah I'm rich. No. So don't even think of suing me. Bloody wanker.

You Set Me Free, Don't Lock Your Heart Away From Me

Introduction

Fred & George Weasley had known Evalynn Riddle for three years. Well, they knew of her. Sure she was in the same house and in most of their classes as well as one of their teasing targets, but she never stood out to them. She was quiet, quite small and bookish. Not the type of person that they socialized with. She got good grades, amazing grades even. Seemingly perfect in every way, smiling politely at any one who looked at her and to most peoples knowledge, from a respectable family. Yet on one faithful day in Diagon Alley, all that changed. If only she hadn't been standing in front of that blasted music shop.

Chapter One; That Blasted Music Shop

Evalynn's POV

Daiagon Alley with a pocket full of money. I wish I could just go spend it on music, a new guitar maybe, but father would never, ever approve, even if he's not with us right now. So I'll be a good girl and just walk straight past the music shop and go buy…oh no. It's the Weasleys. I once again found myself looking at the twins. Fred and George have always teased me, stealing my books and in our first year the locket that my mother gave me before she died. But I've always had some kind of fascination with them. You see, if you look at them they are identical. But their personalities aren't. Sure they're similar, but Fred is a bit more of a leader then George. But George is extremely mischievous. On top of it, their hair is ever so slightly different. I am not a stalker. I just have many classes with them.

George turned towards me and for the split second it took me to turn away our eyes met. Only after did I realize that I had, right in front of me the guitar of my dreams. Oh, why, why did I have to be in front of a music shop? My hand subconsciously went up to touch the glass window and I wonder how much it would cost. Something blocked the light that illuminated the window and brought me back to reality. I turned, expecting it to be the shop keeper but was momentarily shocked when I saw the vibrant red hair and playful eyes of the Weasley twins.

-"Why look George! It's little miss Evalynn!"

-"I know Fred, strange isn't it that she's looking into a music shop?"

-"Yes George. I think so too. Music isn't one of her hobbies is it?"

-"Well let's make a list. Her hobbies are; studying, studying and…let's see…oh yes more studying!"

They then stopped expecting me to respond, cry maybe, but they've yet to succeed in making me do that.

-"Hello George, Fred. How are you doing today?"

-"Positively perfect. And what are you doing out here on this fine day miss Evalynn?"

-"I'm on my way to buy my school books. Are you not here for the same thing?"

-"We are, but that is not a book store that you are looking into miss. Do you fancy music little miss?"

-"I…uhh…really I must…"

I had to get out of this situation. It was unnerving to have them this close and quite embarrassing because I introduced myself as the perfect student at school, having no hobbies other than studying to please my father was very strict on that point. "There will be none of that music nonsense in my house!" he said. I started to move away from Fred and George as well as the blasted music shop, but George conveniently place his arm right next to me so that he was leaning on the window and effectively blocking my exit.

-"Uhh, George, would you mind?"

The twins looked at each other. Of course they were shocked. I just told them apart when it was a known fact that even their mother couldn't.

-"Well, why don't you spend the day with us since we're in the same year and in most of you classes and so need most of the same stuff?"

-"Wonderful idea George! Come one Evalynn we'll introduce you to the rest of the family."

-"I really can't. I must go."

-"Where?"

They asked at the same time. Yes, where did I have to go? Anywhere that's not here I imagine.

-"If you're worried about your parents just point the way and we'll got take care of it."

-"My father's not here with me."

I really was getting antsy and started fiddling with the hem of my deep violet jumper. People passing by started to stare. Under Georges arm, for he was quite a bit taller than me, I could see a short, stout woman hurriedly walking towards us and as she approached I could see that she had the same fiery hair as the twins and so made me think that she'd be their mother. Her next actions confirmed that thought; she pulled them back by their ears, thankfully away from me.

-"FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY! HOW COULD YOU PRY ON SUCH AN INNOCENT GIRL? I'm so sorry dearie, sometimes I wonder if I ever did teach these boys any manners at all."

-"Oh, that's okay, Mrs. Weasley. I'll just be on my way now."

-"Oh, well good day dear, and please, call me Molly."

-"Mum, she's all on her own, we were only asking if we could accompany her!"

A look of shock crossed Mollys face.

-"You're here alone! Oh no, no, no! You must stay with us! It's not safe for a young girl to be out alone! I insist! And what's you name dear, I didn't quite catch it before."

-"Oh, sorry, I'm Evalynn Riddle."

The twins had a victory smile plastered on their faces, and still had to say that I was going to but a guitar and drag me into the shop behind us.

-"Please let me go. My father would never let me bring an instrument into the house."

-"Well it's obvious that you want the bloody thing, so just lend it to us and we'll care for it and bring it to school for you."

-"But I-."

-"Here. This one looks about your size."

George shoved the guitar of my dreams into my hands. He was right. It was the perfect size. It's been so long since I've held an instrument in my hands, so I just sat there for a while, enjoying the feeling.

-"Well go on! Play some notes!"

I strummed the guitar once. Then again. And once more. Soon my fingers found the notes that I knew so well. I only knew that I was humming when the shop keeper came to ask if I was buying the guitar. I hesitated here, but then thought; I've been perfect for three years, but I'm not happy. I distinctively remember Clara telling me that if I wasn't going to live life to the fullest, her life and death would've been for nothing. Now that I think of it, that's what Fred and George do. Perhaps that why I'm fascinated.

-"Yes. I'll take it."

Starting today, I'm turning my life around. I'm going to have fun. I'm going to life. And I'm going to take baby steps. This is step one. The guitar didn't cost too much as it was on sale and second hand. The first second hand thing I've ever purchased. I still had plenty of money to buy my books, a new cloak as well as some ice cream. I've never had a more wonderful day. By the end of it, I even hugged George and only realized what I did after I was safely in our fireplace at home.

I went straight up to my room and took out a quill and some parchment and started writing. Strangely, ever phrase I wrote evoked the image of George, and no matter how hard I tried, the image wouldn't differ.

-"Evalynn! Time for bed!"

-"Okay!"

I put my quill and parchment in to the sac that I would be bringing with me on the train along with my wand, some spare change for sweets, a book as well as a toy for belzebuth, my cat who once got a charm placed on him and in consequence now speaks. Bloody annoying really. I checked my trunk, once again reassuring myself that I had everything, as well as some music book which I hid. After that, I went to bed. I'm tired.