It has been a while. I got this idea the other night and decided to hop on it. I'd like some feedback/reviews on this chapter to see if I should continue, please?

Disclaimer: everything Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling.

Bay Miller belongs to me.

Chapter 1

Another normal day at Diagon Alley, only that it was getting hotter as summer started. Fred and George Weasley headed down, after a good night sleep, to work on their new joke shop, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Both wore their matching brown, orange, yellow and purple uniforms; as they went down the stairs from their flat upstairs, they putted on their blazers, almost the same way. Fred stood still halfway as he fixed his jacket and George stopped a step behind. Both breathed in with a smiled and Fred looked back at his partner, it'll be almost four months in a short time and they will open today, June 20 in a few hours. Even if they have lived here since it was their own building, they can't get over the excitement yet. It's like waking up on Christmas morning every day when they go down and see the progress they had made. From the first day-there was nothing, only a few shelves and a counter- then a few weeks after- more colors, more shelves, tables and products were on their way- to this day- everything was ready. No more color could fit in the place, nothing else could fit. They new they were ready.

The bells at the door rang before opening hour and both looked at the girl that had entered. Their same age, brown hair loose, but a thin braid on the back. She had a jacket like theirs, brown with yellow, thin lines, light blue jeans, a purple vest and an orange blouse under it. She turned from locking the door at them and smile.

"Hello, boys!" she said, walking closer to the stairs.

"Hello!" Both responded, jolly.

Fred went down the stairs quickly to greet her with a hug and a kiss on the lips while George smiled at the couple, still on the stairs.

"Why aren't you wearing the whole uniform?" Fred asked her, frowning.

"Oh, you mean the brown handkerchief you sent me as the skirt?" She said, crossing arms.

"C'mon! For me!" Fred whined and George scoffed, resting from the realms of the stairs.

"Actually, it'll be for all the horny schoolboys that will be under the stairs when I'm going up." She smirked and Fred frowned again, "That's why I thought. Why don't I…" she started to whisper, getting closer to him, George started to feel awkward watching them so he looked away for a few seconds, "wear it when you give me the tour of your new flat?"

"That's such a great idea-why aren't you the boss?"

"Because people are gonna think I got to be the boss by sleeping with one of the former bosses. Which-" she pulled his tie, "I'm not."

"Yeah, why aren't you?" Fred asked, teasing.

She shrugged, "Maybe I am. Just not with the one you think." Her eyes looked up at George and she winked, he winked back.

"This is getting uncomfortable to me." Fred said.

"You started it." The girl said, pushing him, playfully.

"Now I want to finish it. I got some work to do."

"Enjoy it. That's the only thing you'll be doing for a long time."

"You are such a tease!" Fred said, pointing at her as she went up the stairs that were opposite to where George was, "Act all naughty and then nothing when we're alone. I have needs, you know?"

George cleared his throat, "can you talk about your needs later? We have a shop to run."

"You heard him. Behave, Bay, for Merlin's sake." Fred said and scoffed after before he headed to the back.

Bay and George exchanged a grin and a laugh before she continued her way up. An hour before opening, Fred headed out to get them a quick lunch. Bay was at the counter, finishing up some paper work, while George finished putting up a few boxes on the second floor when he turned and saw her below. She was focused on her work and her hand passed her hair all the way to her left, to have less hair to deal with as she looked down. A lock still fell back with a curve at the tip. Smiling, he leaned on the realms as he watched. Bay Miller was a friend from their years in Hogwarts; she was a Ravenclaw in their same year, but they didn't meet until their 5th year. They, Bay and George, hit it off great, but it seemed Fred and her hit it off better, even if he, George, met her first.

At the beginning of their 5th year, history of magic got to a point where you couldn't stay awake, so George went out with the bathroom excuse to stretch his legs. That was until Filch caught him.

"You! Where's your bloody brother?!"

"We haven't done anything.' George said quickly and truthfully, his and Fred's pranks were still in process.

"The hell you did!" Filch hissed, "Come with me, boy!"

George didn't protest, this was a good excuse to keep his walk longer and he was curious to see what he and his brother had done with out moving a finger. He followed the old rag to the great hall, with him mumbling and once in a while looking back at the ginger. How big can the mess be? George thought and found out when they reached the kitchen and it was a complete disaster. Food, broken plates and trays on the floor, elves running and hiding from these other creatures. They were skinny, jet black and no hair, only skin that looked like leather. They were smaller than an elf, but mostly because they walked in four, bony legs with 3 claws on each paw. Their backbone and ribs were visible from how skinny they were. Their faces were similar to an elf's, down to the pointy ears that vended at the tip and had the mouth of a piranha. On their front legs they had bat wings attached that George could see when a few jumped and flew over the air for a few seconds. Some were eating like savages on what ever they found and the elves didn't want to be it.

"Bloody hell…" George sighed as he looked around.

"Look what you and your brother have done!" Filch yelled, "you have unleashed these-monsters!"

"It wasn't us." George protested.

But Filch smiled, showing his crocked and gray-ish teeth. He reached one of the tables and grabbed a dark orange box with red writing, Demon Box it said. Then he turned it to show the 'product of Weasley and Weasley'.

"We lost this!" George said, taking the empty box. "Someone took it from us."

"Yeah, likely story! Either way-" he pointed a trembling finger at him, "you created it! You will spend your last day in here, cleaning all of this."

"Sadly…that won't be necessary, mister Filch." A cold voice said behind them.

Snape came in and someone was following him; a girl with a pony tail and her bang across her forehead.

"One of the house elves spoke and I tracked down Miss Miller."

He moved aside and the girl was looking around, amazed, and with a little grin on her lips.

"I will handle this from now." Snape said, looking at Filch.

Filch growled and looked at George, surely he was disappointed that he wouldn't spell the twins that day. When he left, George looked at the girl from up to down. She noticed this and did the same, raising an eyebrow. She wore the colors of Ravenclaw and intelligence, but her eyes she was using that intelligence for evil.

Snape, harshly, took the box away from George's hands, "Don't you have class, Weasley?"

George, feeling his tongue tied, only nodded and left. Before leaving, he heard Snape starting to tell her to clean as her punishment, alone, along with '80 points from Ravenclaw'. He didn't tell Fred because he didn't get a good chance to explain everything. At lunch and dinner, he looked at the Ravenclaw table and there wasn't a girl that looked like her, no one was hiding a devil's tail under their cloak. When he went to bed, he snatched the Marauder's map from Fred's night table and looked for the kitchen's pace. There she was, Bay Miller. Her footsteps were pacing around and he wondered if she had cleared all the little demons and was now cleaning and when would she be done. Trying to stay awake, see if he could catch her, he decided to work on ideas for his products with the map still open beside the notebook, but he fell asleep, and when he woke up, the kitchen was empty, only elves.

The next day, he saw her. They had Dark Arts with the Ravenclaws and she entered the room, this time with her hair loose. He then realized he had never noticed her before and what a pity it was. After, came lunch, so it was his chance. He was quick to pick up his belongings, just like Fred. They caught the space behind her and her friends and went down to the great hall. But the Ravenclaws were going out the doors to the court yard. George told Fred he had to catch up to someone and left. He almost ran and stopped in front of the students in blue.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" he asked the girl.

Bay looked at her friends, the boy did the same she did, raise an eyebrow and shook his head, lightly, the two girls on her right giggled and left.

"What is it?" Bay asked, crossing her arms.

"Did you really unleash the Demon Box?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, so?"

"So?!" He repeated, "That was mine and my brothers! How did you get it?"

"Oh, that- the first weekend, a friend of mine let me in the Gryffindor tower so I could help her with something. I saw you in the common room working on it, you left it and I took it." She shrugged, "Finders keepers."

"We didn't leave it." George said, "We left for a minute and came back."

"It was a long minute and I was leaving, so I thought I would check it out." She said, adding a little smirk.

"You had no right. That was ours and we were going to test it that week."

"Too slow."

"Anyway, how did you do it?" He got interested, "there were just-"

"3 black snails," she finished for him, "I know. I thought what on a good venom I could find-Snape happens to have Basilisk venom. It will turn them into wild creatures. What creature eats snails and there are a lot-toads; add a toad's blood, making them hungry for alive animals. What kills snails? Add salt to anger them. Throw them in the kitchen after midnight; 3 snails turned into 6 and then 12 Skincrawlers and then 24 and so on."

"Skincrawlers?" George raised an eyebrow.

"That's what I call them."

"You don't get to name them-me and my brother created them!"

"Noooo. You created the snails. You didn't know what was going to be turned into."

"How do you know?"

"Your notes." She smiled.

"You took them too?"

"Duh." She started to walk and he followed.

"And how did you catch them?"

"Immobilus. Got them in a cage and then let them loose in the Forbidden Forest."

"All of them?"

"Nah. There was this little one. Looked like he hadn't eaten much. I kept him, Lil' Rocky." George chuckled.

"Well...I must say I'm impressed." He said and she turned.

"Thanks?" She said, referring to the fact that she wasn't doing it to impress anyone, only research.

"George Weasley," he stretched his hand and she looked at it, puzzled at first, but slowly smiled and shook it.

"Bay Miller."