"Bloody hell! What did I just step on?!"

"SUSH!!!"

Unfortunately the whispered order from one George Weasley to his twin didn't matter. The barely conscious young woman in the bed in front of them only became more awake.

A few minutes of silence and then their obvious British broke the silence of the farmhouse. "Look, we are going to have to wake her up eventually," he hissed lowly, "but lets try not to scare the livin' daylights out of her!"

Said girl- who was completely unaware her intruders were the Weasley twins- was currently thinking of what would be the best way to scare the living daylights out of them so she could get out of her room and get her parents bedroom. Screw being an independent teenager. She wanted her shotgun- wielding daddy!

"Ah come on Georgie. I've been working on a new Frightium charm and it'll scare her pants off-"

Judith Nichols stealthily gripped her sheets, waiting for the right moment to throw them off and run.

"Sush. Sorry bro. I know I'd love to, but remember Dumbledore's whole speech. He was dead serious. We need this girl on our side. Anything to put her off is too be discouraged."

Her hand slowly relaxed and she blinked into the ceiling. Dumbledore? What the-- Harry Potter?

"Are you going to do the honors or me?"

Sucking up her courage she raised her voice before her fears could get to her. "I'll do the honors." Following her announcement she could hear their startled stumbling and creative cursing in that quaint British accent. Reaching over to her nightstand she gripped her small wind up alarm clock -antique or not- seeing that it was the best weapon within distance and with her other hand turned her lamp on. What met her eyes, after straining to look over the bed, were the twins: haphazardly strewn over the floor space. One was hanging onto the doorknob for dear life and the other with his long limbs strewn over the mess of books she had been keeping on her floor. IN NEAT PILES! One of his arms was also dragging down her laundry hamper with the clothes on top of it now falling over his head. Despite the situation a quick giggle escaped her. These guys couldn't be murders... They looked like they were too afraid of being eaten alive at the moment.

The two quickly recovered though, as she settled back into her bed and made sure all her body parts were discretely covered by her pj's and covers. With big grins and some excessive hand flourishing they introduced themselves.

"Judith Nichols... May I introduce to you myself. . . I am Fred Weasley and my brother here is George."

Judith blinked.

The infamous Weasley twins, from the Harry Potter books, By J.K. Rowling, in HER bedroom?

She broke into hysterical laughter. The twins shared a nervous look.

"IMPOSSIBLE! You expect me to believe that you two," and she pointed, "that you two are REAL? What are you going to tell me next? That Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is real and what. . . that you're delivering my acceptance letter- even though I don't have a drop of magic in me?"

Another look was passed between the two and Fred spoke up. "Well, yes actually." Judith snorted in disbelief.

"Prove it."

Fred stepped forward immediately, a mischievous grin firmly in place and then from underneath the muggle shirt he was wearing pulled out his plain old wand and whispered the Frightium charm. His face then transformed into a horrible rotting version of his own.

The girl's eyes shut tight at the realism and when she peaked them open again his face was normal and the twins were shaking hands.

"Good show bro! You've been working on that one haven't you! Still, she didn't scream. Bogey..."

As the two chattered for a moment the implications of what occurred started to sink in. Fred and George Weasley were in front of her. They were delivering her acceptance letter to Hogwarts and that meant magic was real. The books she had read were fact?

Her breathing came a little more quickly and is a disjointed way she realized she was going into shock.

*THUNK*

A book plopped next to her and she looked up and into their grinning faces.

"Sorry about that Judith but you were slightly zoning out on us there. Plus the headmaster said we were supposed to get you into our world as soon as possible so you might want to start packing."

"Not to mention, these Choco Transports," Fred interrupted and he lifted up a small box of innocent looking chocolates. "Are starting to melt. I wouldn't want to know what would happen if they completely melt. Probably loose all their transporting ability and Dumbledore had to make then specially."

George snickered, "I'm surprised he didn't eat them all while making them." Fred laughed.

"Chop chop then."

Judith blinked, still lost in the fog of shock but one thought did strike her quickly. "What about my parents!"

The boys' grins immediately mutated into something devilish. "What about them?"

She rolled her eyes as she pushed aside the covers and a look of disappointment flickered in their eyes when she revealed that she was mundanely wearing pj pants and a summer-camp T-shirt. Sitting on the edge of the bed she looked at them expectantly.

"What?" They asked simultaneously and amused.

"What exactly! What am I supposed to tell my parents?" She turned her head to the side and began a mock conversation with her parents. "Hi mum, dad! Guess what? A couple of fictional characters decided to pop in and take me with them for an undisclosed amount of time but I don't care. That's okay? Great. I'll just commence packing and possibly see you- whenever! Love you! Bye." She blew a mock kiss and then turned back to the boys and glowered. "It's not going to work."

"Well that's why your not going to tell them anything." Fred said innocently and then George intoned: "Whenever it is that you return, Dumbledore said you'd be returned to almost the exact point in time. So you won't be missed at all."

"They'll wake up and find their precious daughter like they left her."

"-That is excluding, however, all possible mishaps during travel and your time spent at Hogwarts." Their innocent look and small smile never wavered.

One of them -she couldn't tell which- leaned in closer and theatrically wiggled his fingers. "Dangerous place that Hogwarts is."

Again she rolled her eyes but couldn't help the grin that crept at the corners of her mouth.

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind," she said sarcastically.

"Good! Now hurry up with the packing," with that they immediately lost interest in her and started snooping through her stuff.

She shook her head. Weird. There was no other word for the situation. Not only was it- Judith looked down at her clock- 3am, but she was soon to be whisked off into the greater magical area of Great Britain where the dark wizard: Voldemort was rising in power. Despite the fact that he was probably soon to attack and likely kill people her current concern was only that she had no idea what a muggle was supposed to pack for Magic school. She must have skipped over the shock already and dived into detached surrealism.

While thoughts about the possibility that this could all be because of a sudden onslaught of insanity she ripped open her closet.

"How long will I be gone?" she said over her shoulder, while contemplating her selection. It took a moment for the boys to answer since they were concentrating more on some of her interesting muggle trinkets.

"Dumbledore thought you might ask but only said he'd be contactin' you immediately after you arrive; depending on how you react to what he has to ask you, you might return home immediately or. . . After a while."

One of her eyebrows rose at that comment but she just began throwing various things onto her bed as she thought about the climate of Britain. WET was the first thought to come to her mind so she threw in her long trench coat, sweaters and jeans. Taking into account the possibility of a snowy winter she even dragged out her winter coat. Various other articles were added to the carefully folded pile like her underwear, which she snuck in while the twins had their backs turned, examining her TV. When she thought she had enough to cover a month she walked down the hall to the spare bedroom and dragged back her grandmother's antique truck; it didn't take long to filled most of it.

Fred and George split up to explore such 'innovative muggle inventions' as the light switch in the hall and the freezer under the stairs.

Amidst flickering lights and one of the guy's comments on how amazing little time it took to get his toes to turn blue, Judith threw in a few of her trinkets and photos. Then, from the sounds of it, the twins then moved onto going through the toy shelf. She wondered briefly if they had the foresight to cast a silencing charm sometime. They must have, since her mother hadn't come running down the stairs with a frothing mouth when a couple of game boxes toppled over. . . .Her mother had the tendency to be extremely irritated when woken up mid sleep.

When she considered herself near finished she looked around her room once more and her gaze landed on the book: "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire". 'How ironic' she mentally grunted to herself 'I just finish reading the thing and I then get sucked into it'.

Seeing that she wouldn't have to put up with library fines while she was gone- that is if she ever returned, she suddenly thought with slight bit of fear- she shoved the book into the side of the trunk. The twins would get a kick out of it and maybe even Harry, if she ever ran into the kid. On that thought she also grabbed the her cd collection which included the soundtrack to the motion picture to the first movie, her disc man and a couple of packets of extra batteries. Who knew when she'd come in contact with a regular muggle convenience store that sold double A's.

After getting dressed in a long skirt and a sleeved shirt, she closed her trunk up and dragged it into the hallway. When she looked up she found the guys comfortably lounging in a mess of board game pieces and toys on their way to being disassembled.

Immediately the two stood up and gave a mock military salute, which she returned in good humor. Fred, though she didn't know it was Fred, stepped up and murmured a charm that shrunk her luggage which he then presented to her looking like it belonged more to one of the dismembered Barbies than her.

George was picking up the box of chocolates. "Oh and just before we get going... Do you mind if we swipe a few of these things off of you?" He held up a battered up monopoly game box, a battery operated electronic car from the show NightRider, and a Chinese finger trap. Judith laughed at their fascination of such simple things. However she was quickly frowning when she noticed the mess they'd made. When she returned home it better be early enough on the same day to clean up their mess before her mother found it or else she was dead meat. She didn't dare to think of the possibility of not coming home. Giving herself her quick shake she refused to entertain those kinds of thoughts.

"Lets get a move on before my conscience starts telling me how bad of an idea or impossible it is for this to be happening..."

George smiled and passed her a chocolate. "Right. Well all you have to do is eat the chocolate and as soon as you swallow you're transported."

She took the chocolate and popped it into her mouth. The twins followed suit and as she gripped her compressed luggage in her palm she swallowed.

TBC