All right, I haven't written anything since my last chapter of TWHH, a good year or so ago. But I'm taking another stab at it. This was originally planned as a sequel to an old, no longer on FF.net story. So if you read this and things sound familiar, year, you've probably read it in my older stuff. Dah. Anyway, this is probably my most complex plot to date, and I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing.

Reviews are greatly appreciated, constructive criticism is very helpful. Even if it's just a sentence, thanks!

Okay, on to "The Green Eye Plot" which is the stupidest title in the whole world. And believe me, the green eye plot will show up eventually, though not for a very very long time....

I'm done now, really.

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I love my sister Ginny. Honestly I do, but sometimes little sisters can be so annoying. At the ripe age of seventeen, you'd think that she'd want to be independent, on her own, and away from her family. No, not our Ginny. Poor girl, I feel almost bad for her sometimes. She grew up with her closest friends being kids older then she was, but now that they have all graduated, she really doesn't have anyone left.

So of course my dear sister decides she wants to spend her entire summer with George and I in our humble little shop. It really isn't that bad, she does her share of work around the store, and she has never been much of a handful.

But I swear upon my wand that if I have to hear another word about Harry Potter I'm going to gag her and throw her in a closet. That may sound a little harsh, but if you were woken up every night by your little sister talking about the wonderful Mr. Potter in her sleep, you'd get a pit peeved too.

Ginny needs to grow up, and I'm probably the worst and most unlikely person to say that, but she does. The poor girl has spent a good half of her life chasing after Potter, and while he's been a good friend to her, I don't believe he ever seriously considered the possibility of there being anything more. Now Harry has left Hogwarts and entered the wizarding world, and Ginny has her thoughts on him always. If she cares so much, why doesn't she just say something to him? Sitting around, moping and obsessing over every newspaper clip about him won't accomplish anything. But then again, I doubt anything she does will have much affect. Harry probably sees her as a little sister, not a potential love interest. Though it would probably break Ginny's heart if I told her that.

I just don't understand love. I really don't. What is it that such a small word can be the driving motivation for so many people. Ginny (though she won't admit it) only wanted to work here because she knew Harry often stopped by the store on occasion. Pathetic, no? And don't even get me started on Hermione and Ron. The two of them have been fighting on and off for years. But have I mentioned how fight and flirt mean the same thing in their unique lexicons. After graduation they both took jobs in London, as well a apartments right next to each other. So now they basically live together, but from what Ron has disclosed to me, they are both still to afraid to admit anything. I can't believe it's taking this long. George and I made a bet back in sixth year over who would cave in and openly confess their love first. It still hasn't happened, and I hope George has forgotten about that bet, because if they hook up in the next month, I owe twenty galleons.

And as I think of my dearest twin brother, I think of how he too has lately been driven by love. The poor git got dumped by his girlfriend of a whole three weeks and spent twice that much time mourning over her. And since then he has been hitting on just about any girl that comes he way. It makes me ill. We're twenty years old, and have the rest of our lives ahead of us. Why worry about love now?

But come to think of it, Mom and Dad always said they thought George would be the first one to get married.

Now anyway, going back to Ginny. Hogwarts begins another year tomorrow, Ginny's seventh and final year. That of course means that she will be leaving Weasley's Wizard Wheezes in order to take advantage of her last year of education. And though I won't miss her Potter rambles, I must admit that the store will suffer without her help. It was quite nice having another person to help out around the shop. With Ginny up front, George and I had more time to brainstorm and devise new products. I can't deny that the store has been seeing a large increase in customers, and new and improved products will keep bringing them in.

For one of the first times in our lives, we actually have enough money to buy what we want, when we want. Quite a lovely feeling really.

Ginny expresses an interest in working her permanently, but I don't think I could let her do that. When she gets out of school she needs to make her own life. Selling Canary Creams until she's an old lady is not the path for Ginny. I think I can actually see her working for the Ministry. Heaven forbid we have four members of the family working there.

So with Ginny leaving, George and I have decided the best thing to do would be to hire another employee. I just can't believe we've actually grown so much that outside help is wanted. Bloody crazy when I think about it.

So as we say good bye to Ginny, a sign goes up in the window. "Help Wanted," it reads, and I really wonder who will reply. After all, one would think you'd have to be pretty off your rocker to want to work with the infamous Weasley twins.

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At half past six George and I took Ginny to Hogsmeade station, where the Hogwarts express would be arriving. It showed up on the dot, and out streamed multitudes of children, or as George and I see it, potential customers. I truly love Hogsmeade Weekends. After they are over, our profits allow us enough to go out and buy brand new racing brooms.

"Bye Gin, don't forget to write us, and Mum." Said George as we were wishing the youngest of our family farewell. And it's good he added the part about writing to Mum, if Ginny didn't send at least one letter a week, she'd probably yell at us as if it was our fault.

"Keep up the Weasley tradition." I added, as the carriages began to pull up and load the children. The Weasley tradition was being a trouble maker of course. George and I were the most infamous pranksters know to Hogwarts, quite a proud achievement. Ron wasn't bad either, though his reputation spawned more from his disregard for the rules then from good old pranking. We had high hopes for our little sister in her final year of schooling. High hopes indeed. We told her we would send not so much as a chocolate if she didn't blow something up in her first week.

Ginny was boarding one of the carriages when I remembered the broom, which lay wrapped at the bottom of the cart we had loaded our sister's luggage on to. George and I had bought her a Firebolt as a back to school gift, and as sort of a thank you for all her help over the summer. It was a bit out of date, but Firebolts are still bloody fast. We're hoping Ginny tries out for the Gryffindor team this year. We've been training her as a beater in our likeness. She's not half bad.

She smiled and gave us each a hug before being practically dragged into the carriage by Colin Creevey, Emilia St. Martin, and Davy Peterson, three Gryffindors in her grade. I was amazed to see Colin looking so chipper... After what happened last year with his brother and all.

Come to think of it, this is the first time I've really thought about the tragedy since it happened. I guess it was just so horrible that I had blocked it from my mind. It didn't register until now that... Hagrid... I can't even imagine a Hogwarts without him, it doesn't seem right. But of all the people to die, why Hagrid? But then again he wasn't the only one to go... Dennis Creevey, Seamus Finnegan, Marcie Clearwater, Professor Sprout. It's almost like a dream, like a bad dream no one has woken up from yet. I think that everyone spent so much time rejoicing over the downfall of Voldemort, that no one really thought of all the lives lost that day at Hogwarts.

I was not there of course, but I have heard the stories. How Voldemort attacked the school, something no one expected. The teachers tried desperately to protect the students... Sprout was killed as a warning, a warning that no one could match the power of Voldemort.

Dennis and Marcie were running to the safety of their common rooms. They never made it there. They suspect Voldemort killed them for the pure fun of it... They were so young...

Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan of Gryffindor thought they had a chance at it. Seamus was tortured before being killed. Dean spent the rest of the term in the hospital wing, near death from his experience with the Cruciatus curse.

Hagrid, bless his soul, Hagrid stood by Dumbledore till the end, loyally defending his friend till his death.

And it was Harry Potter who destroyed Voldemort, backed by Ron and Hermione. But Ron, Ron too was tortured to tempt Harry. Ron lived, but barely... And Hermione stayed by his bedside until he woke up a month later. What if Ron had died? I don't even want to think about that.

Hogwarts would never, ever be the same, that I know for sure. The world has become a different place with Voldemort gone.

Yes, Voldemort, for he is gone now, and there is nothing to fear by saying his name.

The horseless carriages pulled off into the growing night, and we waved good-bye to Ginny, and she to us. Then we headed home, somber in mood. I think George's mind dwelt in the past as well.