I certainly do not own any of the characters created by the brilliant J.K.R. Brina is my own, and I hope you enjoy it! Review please because I'm definitely planning on more to come! (Mostly follows DH canon for now and will go beyond eventually).

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Chapter 1

Diagon Alley saw minimum activity in the midst of the war. Shards of glass scattered the floor, and the dust coated window pains glistened in the setting sunlight. Few businesses flourished, but Weasley's Wizard Wheezes hardly emptied. Crowds of all ages gathered at the shop window and inside bustled with people.

Fred Weasley stepped out on an important errand, so George manned the front portion of the store, making sales while interacting with customers. His clever charm and working wit was enough to entice the most serious witch or wizard. Even a stern, elderly witch cracked a smile at the ever-popular Ton-Tongue Toffees. She claimed the product would make a perfect gift for her chatty grandchildren. Tactful as George was on his own, it increased tenfold when with his twin.

Seeing the old witch out the front door, George noticed a group of giggling girls surrounding the love potions.

"Oi, Brina, you know the love potions are sixteen plus!" he called out to the storeroom in the back right corner of the lower level of the shop. The group of girls immediately scattered from the potions, walked outside, and looked hopefully through the window at the products.

"Georgie," said a voice from the storeroom, "how am I supposed to sort products and keep an eye on those girls at the same time? Maybe you should think about creating a product for that."

Poking her head out of the room, Brina glanced toward the hopeful group of girls who remained stationed at the window. She rolled her eyes and walked from the room over to George. Standing with her hands on her hips, Brina craned her neck upward to shoot her boss an annoyed look.

The summer heat caused a slight gleam of sweat to shine on the cheeks both Brina and George. Even with her curls tied behind a yellow bandanna, her hair frizzed uncontrollably from the humidity; despite George's shorter hair, wispy, red strands stuck to the side of his face.

"Where's Fred anyway? Shouldn't he be helping with this stuff, too? This shop is disgustingly hot and sorting products on my own doesn't help much."

"If you don't like it then maybe you should quit," George suggested, hopping up onto the counter scanning the shop and its current customers.

"Don't worry, I'll be back at school soon enough," she replied, heading back to the storeroom.

"Or you could just leave. Isn't much of a school now with that git Snape running it," said Fred who just walked into the shop carrying a stack of papers.

He passed the papers to both George and Brina.

"No thanks. I'd prefer my N.E.W.T degree. I mean I achieved eight O. this past year..."

"Which I'm sure You-Know-Who would care so deeply for before he offs you."

"No...well...maybe I just don't want to spend my life causing petty mischief like you two," Brina retorted, knowing her words would hardly scratch Fred's conviction in his occupation.

Fred shrugged.

"Fair enough, Brina. But the Ministry approved of this proposal for us to make more defense products," Fred explained, gesturing to the papers. "And since you work here now, maybe you'd like to help a bit."

"You know with your brilliant Charms skills and superb Potion making," George chimed in.

"Thanks for the flattery, but since when do you two work through the Ministry?" Brina questioned.

She knew very well that the Ministry caused a rift in the Weasley family. Percy Weasley remained convinced that his job was worth more than the comfort of the Burrow and the love of his close-knit family.

"Since they made a great offer for these products and since they- even if they don't want to admit it- are scared," Fred explained.

"Brina, no one knows how long they can hold off You-Know-Who. Once the Ministry falls who knows what kind of chaos will ensue," George said.

"You know you two are quite brilliant sometimes, but how can you be sure that the products won't fall into enemy hands?" Brina questioned.

"Some risk will be involved," Fred replied simply.

Silence fell among them. Brina nodded and headed back to the storeroom.

"Alright, well I'll help as long as it doesn't involve me slaving away in this gross store room anymore," Brina snapped, showing the twins her dust covered hands.

Fred and George exchanged knowing glances.

"She's been this short all day, George?"

"Fred, she's always short, but yes especially so today."

"Must be the heatwave. Let me handle this."

Rather than becoming angry while the twins talked about her in front of her face, Brina's lips curved into a small smile as Fred approached her.

"What's got your wand in a knot today?" questioned Fred leaning against the door of the store-room.

"Nothing. You know how I get antsy working all day," she said.

"Well if I couldn't use magic on the job and had another year before coming of age I'd be antsy, too" Fred replied, with upturned lips.

She smiled, lightly shoving him away from the store-room. "Your constant reminders ease the pain so much."

"Here's a free daydream for you to make it better. I'm sure thirty minutes daydreaming about me could help some," Fred teased, flicking his wand causing the daydream to soar toward the back of the store.

"I'm not sure the idea of you wanting me to daydream about you would sit so well with a certain sister of yours," Brina said, throwing the product over to George who remained seated on the counter.

"I assure you Ginny wouldn't mind in the least what you think of me, or daydream for that matter," Fred said with a wink.

George chuckled.

Ginny Weasley and Brina Kimball attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry together. Both girls shared a love for the popular wizard game Quidditch, and they had fierce personalities that few could extinguish. Bright and passionate, Brina emulated the prized characteristics of Gryffindor house. Along with Ginny and many others, she stood among the ranks of Dumbledore's Army, formed by Harry Potter in her fourth year of school.

Ginny proved again and again her unwavering ability to act on her instincts, while Brina's logical mind clashed with her instinctual inclinations. Brina, the oldest of her four siblings, felt that her logical mind must guide her in order to set a good example for her younger brothers and sister. Ginny, the youngest of seven, grew up watching her six brothers, deciding which qualities she liked and disliked and pooled them to create a unique persona - a persona greatly approved and admired by her twin brothers.

Fred and George, upon spending more time with Brina, took a liking to her and gladly hired her for the summer. Achieving Outstanding marks her Charms, Potions, and Defense Against the Dark Arts exams, Brina ranked among the top of her class, and her involvement in many school event and activities allowed her to have a voice in the community. Achievement was clearly important to her, but not to the extent of stepping on others or kissing up to authority.

Usually, Brina was easy going, but at times especially in the face quick come backs and witty retorts, she faltered, not knowing how to respond without sounding short, snappy, or somewhat rude. For this reason, Brina chose to remain quiet after Fred's comment. She did not want to offend him in the least or lead the conversation into uncomfortable waters. Instead she wandered back into the store room, leaving Fred at the door with a furrowed brow.

"You know it's no fun if you don't say anything back," he called to her from the door.

Sure, Fred and George could pass for the same person, but sometimes Fred kept pushing while George knew when to let something go. Brina found her relationship with George less tense for this reason. With Fred, she always had to be at the top of her game, even on a muggy, steaming day in the shop.

She was glad, for the moment, in the back room sorting products. A small smile played at her lips, and she knew Fred longed for ammunition to progress their banter. Some found Fred's ambition for mischief irritating, but she found it quite endearing - a fact that she hardly wanted him to know. Moving one box aside, and starting on another, Brina took the silence from beyond the door as Fred's surrender. Moments later, beyond a faint buzzing, she heard faint mumbling at the front of the shop and a small chuckle. Brina knew the sudden swooping sensation in her stomach hinted her desire to know if their charm covered conversation had anything to do with her.

Pulling herself together, she stepped outside the store-room once more. "Really now, I achieved top marks on my Charms exam, and you two think you can cast a Muffliato charm without me knowing? At least cast it properly next time."

Fred stood with his mouth agape, while George just covered his upturned lips. Leaving the twins in an almost impossibly achieved moment of silence, Brina joined them at the counter leaving them to wonder what she heard.