Right, so, I re- read the first chapter, and I almost gagged. So, I rewrote it. I edited it. The same thing will be happening to the second chapter, don't worry.

Warning: this follows the cannon only slightly. There are far too many OC'S to say otherwise.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I only own my O.C's… and even then, sometimes I wonder if its them who owns me….

Magic and Mischief

Chapter 1- Two Rights Make a Left

If Seraphina were think about it, she would say that it all started when he walked into their office on that first day of March 1995.

Seraphina O'Brian raised a dark brown eyebrow and smirked at her partner, best friend, and/or sister, Lachesis Hyde, who, in turn, shot her a look.

Seraphina rolled eyes the same color as the dark chocolate that she loved, and shook back her hip length, dark brown curls- that were impossible to tame with normal, no-maj means- and cocked her head to the side, half smile on her lips as they both watched the young man- who appeared to be around the same age as Lachesis walked up to the two young women.

He was tall, Seraphina noted, seemingly lanky, but she had an odd feeling that he wasn't nearly as gangly as he appeared. His hair was as red as fire, and his eyes took on the same color as the sapphires that Lachesis seemed so fond of. His pale skin was covered in freckles- making him the exact opposite of both girls in the room, Seraphina herself sporting a deep tan, and Lachesis' heritage showing in the same gorgeous copper-toned skin as many of her ancestors.

He wore wizards robes and horn rimmed glasses. He looked impossibly proper… and kind of stiff. Lachesis frowned as she observed the man- who looked as though he'd rather be anywhere besides here. 'Well,' she thought, 'None of us asked you to come…'

He spoke then, and something in his tone put her back up even more. "I'm from the ministry of Magic. They sent me to have an audience with two of your Aurors, Lachesis Hyde and Seraphina O'Brian?" his voice held the stiff English accent that screamed arrogance- something that Lachesis immediately found aggravating. Her own family- or at least a small part of it, a branch in England- sounded like that… they had disowned her three-times- great grandmother for marrying… well, she couldn't quite remember if her great-great-great grandfather was a no-maj or just born into a no-maj family.

Seraphina watched as her friend's eyes narrowed, and gave a secret smirk. Yes, the tone of this guy's voice was arrogant… and while it pissed Lachesis off, it only mildly annoyed her. What pissed her off was the way that he looked at them. Aristocrat to peasant. That is what made her want to punch him in the face.

However, she could look past that. Seraphina rolled her eyes again and smiled.

"That's us. What can we help you with, Mr. …?"

"Weasley. Percy Weasley. And the ministry is requesting your help on a specific case."

"And what case is that, Mr. Weasley?" Seraphina's voice took on an almost mocking tone as she observed him. At her own desk, Lachesis was busy mangling a quill. She couldn't sand the way he was looking at them… or the way he was talking. For some reason, that private- school English accent was really grating on her nerves. She looked at her younger sister, noticing that the shorter girl seemed to be totally at ease with this.

As it was, it was really hot- as per usual in Nevada- but, this type of heat usually made Lachesis crabby as all hell. She had been counting down the minutes until she could go beforethis prick arrived. Now, she was imagining strangling him just as she imagined being at home in their mansion in the bayous near New Orleans…

Not that it was much better there… but at least they had an A/C.

"We need help apprehending a criminal wanted for murder. He escaped Azkaban Prison last year."

"And why can't your own Aurors do that? What do you need a couple of Americans for?"

"They are." He said shortly. "That's the problem. We haven't gotten anything new. It's like he vanished into thin air, and he hasn't been seen since."

"Mm hmm… and what makes you think that we'll help?" Seraphina asked, inspecting her nails. "I mean… we aren't English…"

"You are welcome, of course, to turn down the offer-"

"I bet." Lachesis' voice was thick with sarcasm.

"We don't turn down missions simply because we don't like the management- or representative I should say. I do, however, need background on the case. I suppose you have the case files? Depending on what we get, we will either help you, or we won't."

"How… Gracious."

"How much of a dick can you be?" Lachesis sounded downright conversational as her temper finally frayed enough for her to speak.

Percy felt his eye twitch. He hadn't gotten this riled up since Fred and George sent him the dragon dung- oh, he'd known perfectly well where the 'sample fertilizer from Norway' had really come from. "I have six siblings, two of whom make it their personal crusade to insult me as much as they can. Calling me a dick… has no effect on me. Maybe you can come up with something new later, hm?"

He walked out of the room. Lachesis stared at the door with acute dislike. "Prick much?" she muttered darkly.

"Hey, don't judge him too much, Kesis."

"You mean like he was? Seraph, I don't know if you noticed, but I'm pretty sure that he was looking down his nose at the both of us."

"Two wrongs don't make a right…" Seraphina's pious tone made Lachesis snort and raise an eyebrow.

"And you are the last person that should be saying that." She retorted. "Especially after what you did to Johnson when he copped a feel."

"Uh, I am a sixteen-year-old. He is in his thirties. That is not only illegal, but rather gross, considering he could be my father, and then there's the fact that he is married." Seraphina returned. "He totally deserved that, and we aren't talking about me."

"Again, he's a prick."

"Seriously, Lachesis, two wrongs don't make a right."

"No, but they do make a left."

"By the gods, Lachesis! If he apparated into an active minefield, would you?"

"No... But..."

"No 'buts'… speaking of which, and completely changing the subject, mom's going to call when we get home."

"Aw, come on…"

Seraphina laughed at her adoptive sister's plight. "You can't dodge her forever, Kesis. She's just going to keep it up… right up until you're married."

"Yeah, and having six billion grandkids for her to spoil... Can't she leave me be? Nashoba just got married, for spirit's sake! His wife is already pregnant! Can't she be happy with that for now?"

As they walked out of the DPM's headquarters, Lachesis rolled her eyes, changing them from grey to both silver and gold. Her hair changed from the thick, dense black to vibrant, electric blue, and half shaved off. The half that she left alone fell to her hips, rain straight.

"I'm only twenty-two. Why does she want me married with millions of kids on the way?"

Seraphina giggled and shoved her. "She worries. Hell, I'm not even her kid biologically, and she'll be starting on me soon." She grinned.

Lachesis let out a snort. She sometimes forgot that Seraphina was adopted, to be honest. They apparated home, and the now blue haired woman plopped down on the couch in the enormous Fourier.

This was home. Huge as it was, and maybe it was more space than four women needed, but the gorgeous, sprawling mansion was perfect for all four of them. The library was sacred to both Seraphina (who, as a true, romantically inclined Brainiac- had renovated it to look like the library straight out of a no-maj cartoon movie, Beauty and the Beast), and one of their other room-mates, Devesa- Dev- O'Dwyer, who was a curse breaker by trade.

There were also two different greenhouses for the fourth of their group, Lianah Evans, who was a Botanist and potions master, and a large, state of the art (by no-maj standards) kitchen where Seraphina cooked… because nobody else could.

Not to mention the over 100 rooms, sprawling over grounds that were surrounded by the Bayou, and the French Quarter of New Orleans within 70 miles of the house.

The phone started ringing as soon as Lachesis got comfortable. She groaned as she got up off the couch. Seraphina grinned. She knew that Lachesis enjoyed the verbal sparring with Jaci Hyde as much as Jaci did. Seraphina shook her head and then apparated into the library, where she took out a magically sealed notebook. She hadn't told Lachesis of her latest vision.

Nor would she. As it was, Seraphina wanted to forget. Who wanted to see their best friend/ sister's love life? Not her, that was for sure. Frankly, if it wasn't Lachesis she was seeing, it was Liana, who was busy in Romania, with her flowers…

Her last letter had said that she'd found an interesting one. She grinned a bit as she heard Lachesis yell at her mother as she wrote. She chuckled when she realized that in about two months, Liana would be home… and she'd be mad as a mother dragon missing an egg.

She yawned as she got up and made her way to the kitchen… to fix something up for herself. When Devesa walked in, she grinned. "What's up, Dev?" She asked, as she got the can that held the tea leaves down out of the cabinet.

"Nothing much… What's up with Kesis?" she asked, grabbing an apple. Seraphina laughed.

"Between mom calling her to nag her about getting married- or trying to hook her up with some random dude on a blind date and work, she's getting pretty frazzled."

"Mm, speaking of work, I've just got some juicy info from the curse-breaking community…"

"Oh? What's the curse- breaker gossip column have inside its pages, today?"

"You remember the British curse breaker that works for Gringotts? The really sexy one with red hair? I think I gushed about him when I first started a few months ago?"

"Yeah, Bill Weasley, right?"

"The very one. Anyway, turns out that he caused an avalanche of shattered hearts within our ranks of female- and some male- curse breakers. Seems he's been seeing some French witch, and word has it that she's part Veela."

Seraphina raised an eyebrow. "Really? That is pretty juicy." she shot her friend a quick grin. "How's your heart?"

"Unscathed. Bill's hot as a goblin's forge, it's true… and maybe he made my heart flutter a bit for a few days the first time I worked with him on a team, but we're cool. I'm psyched for him, really. Anyway, she works for Gringotts, too. Her name's Fleur Delacour."

Seraphina laughed. The girl was a total sweetheart, and it cracked Seraphina up to think that this perpetual sunny day in human form was a curse breaker taking treasure from dead people.

"So, who's grave were you robbing this time?" she snickered.

"Eh, grave robbing is such a harsh word. And technically, it's not grave robbing if I've got permission. It's for the bank… and it's not like they're going to miss it. They're dead."

Seraphina roared with laughter, so much so that Devesa had to pitch her voice over her. "But, for the record, it was some Chinese nobleman. Buried with his wives and all sorts of goodies."

"Like the bracelet that you're wearing right now?"

"Yep. One of the perks. As long as I hand over everything else, I get to keep one artifact that I like the best. You wouldn't believe the curses that the bastard had put on his tomb, though. They were pretty nasty."

"Like what?"

"Well, one that melted your face off, and one that turns its victim into a terracotta soldier… do you know how many idiots tried to rob that grave?"

"Including you?" Lachesis drawled, looking frazzled and annoyed, and turned the teapot on. "Lots of them, I'm guessing."

"Oh, shut up. I'm not dead. And about twenty battalions. Rough estimate."

"Lovely." Seraphina said dryly, wrinkling her nose.

"I know, right? You'd think that they'd learn after seeing the other soldiers not to try the same thing…"

"Well, some people don't use their brains, if they have one… or maybe they were no-majs. Though, with that number, I'm guessing that those grave robbers just got stupider and stupider as time went on.

The three women laughed as the tea water started to whistle. Seraphina made the tea pour itself, and each grabbed a cup.

"So, how's it been for the two of you?"

"Eh, we got a request to help apprehend a European criminal today from England's Ministry of Magic. Apparently, they need outside help."

"You taking the job?" Devesa asked

"Maybe." Seraphina answered, as Lachesis snorted.

"Why only maybe?"

"We've got to see what the files say… and it also depends on how much of an ass the representative is when next we meet."

"Merlin, how much of an ass was he today?"

"It should be illegal. He looked at us as if we were incompetent idiots… something about his private school English accent just…"

"What Kesis is trying to say is that he was a total jerk. Personally, I thought he was just… rudely polite."

"What?" Devesa frowned, confused. Seraphina shrugged.

"To be honest, you had to have been there. He was so stiffly polite that it just seemed rude and obnoxiously arrogant."

"That made no sense what- so ever."

"Again, you had to be there to get it. Seems he's got a few siblings who dislike him."

"No freaking duh. I'm not surprised in the least." Lachesis snarled.

"Enough, Kesis."

"Did this guy have any redeeming qualities?" the tiny blond enquired.

"He's got a hot older brother named Bill," Seraphina said with a grin.

"Wait a second, this dude's last name was Weasley?"

"Percy Weasley. He wasn't too bad looking, himself. Looked a bit like that picture you showed us of Bill Weasley. Only, shorter hair, slimmer, and with a sheen of polish over the rough good looks. Longer nose and blue eyes."

"Someone was paying too much attention…" Lachesis sneered.

Seraphina blinked and shrugged. "Eh, I've a weakness for redheads." She said with a grin. "Besides, you think he was hot too. You're just too annoyed with him to admit it."

"Because his nasty attitude was enough to dull the looks… enough to make him look like the backside of a troll." The blue haired woman snapped.

"Oh, so that's why you were staring at his backside as he left, Kesis. Thanks for clearing that one up for me…"

"Shut the hell up, I was not."

"You were, but we can argue about that later. I have paperwork to do- which I do not put off until it resembles a nightmare- inducing tower of hell, so, goodbye."

Seraphina walked out before Lachesis could start again. Right up to the door right across from the library, the door that lead to a tower bedroom. She walked up the spiral staircase up to the second story of the tower, and sat at her desk.

She frowned as she sat, the feeling of premonition came over her for the second time that day- the first time had been an hour before Percy Weasley had walked into their office. Their lives- Hers, Lachesis', Devesa's, Liana's, and even her aunt's- were about to take a hell of a turn. Seraphina put her quill down, and stared at the paper. It sat, still blank on her desk, and she didn't feel like writing. She sipped the now cold tea and wrinkled her nose. She heated it up with magic.

She really hoped that she was just being silly, that it was a false alarm. She didn't want anything more to happen in her life. Big changes never turned out well for her.

'Well,' she thought 'It's not like I have a choice in the matter. Not really…'

She just hoped that nothing too bad would happen.

I do love the Weasley boys. Who doesn't? Actually, I love all of the Weasleys. They're all just amazing people. Anyway, I've been planning this out for a while. This is my brain baby, and the storyline is by no means cannon. Most of the couples are cannon, though, so never fear. Lachesis' name is pronounced Lakeesis, by the way. (I only add this because I thought the pronunciation for Lachesis was la- chess- is when I first heard it.)