This story is a few years old. It's a little off the wall and it amuses me greatly. I have quite a bit written but I haven't finished and I hoped putting it up here that with some great feedback I'd finally be able to finish it.

This story contains Harry Potter characters that I do not claim to own.

I own myself, as do Mia, Amanda and Roxy.

I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

She walked along the street as she tipped the bottle to her mouth. Realizing it was empty she threw it aside and it landed in the street where she paid not attention the breaking of the glass. Tripping over feet as she fell sideways into the wall, she looked up to see a sign, one she had never seen before. "Da Free Broomsticks, huh," she mumbled, "I wonder if it's a bar?" she asked herself as she felt her way towards the door. The door seemed strange to her as she pulled on the handle, at first it wouldn't budge, as if it were locked and then it clicked. Walking in she walked up to the bar, nodding at the bartender and said, "Can I get a beer?" Turning around she realized that everyone was staring at her. She heard the bartender place the bottle on the counter and turned around quickly; she picked it up and drank it. Taking a long sip, she saw someone out of the corner of her eye sit down next to her. Looking over, she saw this ugly looking guy sitting there smirking at her.

"Well hello, what brings you here tonight?" he said through a few missing teeth.

She grimaced, "uh, just walking by," she said glancing at the bartender.

Suddenly, she felt his arm on her and he was working his way up her shirt. In an effort to pull away in her drunkenness, she fell off of her stool and her beer went flying. The guy followed suit and was on top of her, putting his hands on her shoulders gripping deep into her flesh.

"Let her go!" she heard another man say, as he pointed a stick in the mans face and looking up she saw someone that she didn't recognize, come to think of it, she didn't recognize any of these people and it wasn't just the alcohol. The man let go of her quickly and backed away from her with his hands up in the air.

"You better watch yourself, Weasley!" he hissed at him.

"Was that a threat, Horace? Hey, George, do you have some of that Tongue Bat Powder?"

"You mean the one that makes tongues disappear?" He nodded at him never losing eye contact with Horace, as George went on, "Yeah, I got some right here."

"Fine, I'll leave her alone for now!" he said skulking away to a corner.

The guy looked down at her, as he put his stick in his pocket. "You okay?" he asked, helping her to her feet. As she stood up, she almost lost her balance. "Woah, looks like we are going to have to cut you off," he said catching her. "Let's sober you up some. Come sit with us."

She still hadn't said anything as she sat down at the table with his help. Looking between the two of them, she realized they were twins and they were absolutely adorable and knew she'd be all choked up talking to them. Of course, her being intoxicated wasn't going to help either.

"They call me Fred and this is my brother George," he said introducing them.

"Ni-nice to meet you," she said forcing a smile. "Tanks for dat."

"What's your name?" he asked smiling at her.

"Uh, just call me Jewels."

"Is that not your name?" George asked her.

She hiccupped and blushed, "its close enough."

"Where you from? I don't think I've ever seen you here before." Fred asked.

"I've lived her awhile, I just don't think I have ever seen this place before." She said looking around, "I sure as hell have never been here before." She watched as they exchanged glances.

"Oh, really," Fred said nervously, "It's always been here." He said with a nervous laugh.

"Strange. No what's even stranger?" she said leaning closer, "I have never seen any of these people before either."

George laughed and Fred elbowed him, than looked back at her and forced a smile.

"Come to think of it, I have never seen you two before either, I just know I would of remembered." She said and as she realized what she said, she blushed.

She was only embarrassed for a bit, but they talked for hours and hours, losing track of the time. Once she began to sober up she began to wonder how late it really was. She swore that Fred got closer to her as the hours dragged on. When she told them she had to leave, she detected a bit of sadness in their voices and they both begged her to stay, but she insisted that she had to leave and left anyway.