"I Evelyn Liana Nichols, take you, George Merlin Weasley to be my lawfully wedded husband…"

Whoa! Wait a minute! Shouldn't this story start at the beginning? How can a person be so thickheaded to ask 'at the beginning of what?' This story should start at the beginning of Evelyn and George's relationship, or should I say friendship. If it started with the wedding, all the good stuff that came before it would be missed.

So, now we're going to start on that fateful day, when George gave Evelyn a fireball candy. Ever wonder what might happen when you introduce a five-year-old muggle to a pair of five-year-old wizards? Well, you're about to find out…

Evelyn Nichols sat alone in the sandbox, piling up sand to make her own mountain. Not far from her twin boys sat whispering together on the grass.

For a five-year-old one of her favorite things to do was people watch, and she didn't like the way those boys kept glancing at her, not one bit. Every time one of them would look at her, they would both snigger and Evelyn didn't understand why they were laughing at her.

She mentally shrugged and went back to her mountain of sand.

After several failed attempts to make the mound taller then waist high, she flopped down in the sand. She thought about walking home and was about to stand up when one of the twins walked over and stood in front of her.

Evelyn looked up at the red-haired boy then at her pitiful mountain without saying anything.

"My name's George Weasley, and over there's my brother Fred." He said and Evelyn looked back up at him but still said nothing.

"Aren't you gonna tell me your name?" The boy asked, his face puzzled.

Evelyn stood up, and brushing the sand from her jeans said "You didn't ask for my name, so therefore I didn't give it." She moved to step around George, but he caught a hold of her arm and held her in place.

"Okay, I'm asking now. Me an' Fred would like to know your name." His brown eyes held hers in a steady gaze.

Evelyn finally relented. "My name's Evelyn Nichols. Everyone calls me Nikki though because my grandmother's name is also Evelyn." She explained and George released her arm.

He began digging around in the pockets of his trousers and eventually pulled out what looked like a piece of candy wrapped in foil. He took a hold of her hand and pressed the candy into her palm.

"A piece of candy for a new friend." He said then turned and walked back to his brother. After a few minutes the red-haired twins left the playground.

Evelyn walked over to one of the swings and sat down. She stared at the candy George had given her. She debated on whether to actually eat it or throw it in the garbage. Eventually her growling stomach won.

Swinging gently she unwrapped the candy and popped it into her mouth. Seconds later she realized she'd made a terrible mistake.

He tongue felt like it was on fire, but so did her scalp. Doing the only thing she could think of, she hopped off the swing and ran towards the small duck pond. She dunked her head in the water and opened her mouth. The taste in her mouth was terrible, but it was better then the burning.

After pulling her head out of the water, she walked back across the park to the bathrooms. There she found out why her scalp had been burning; the candy had turned her hair flaming orange and, it was still smoking.

Furious she pulled paper towels from the dispenser and made up her mind that the next time she saw the Weasley twins, she was going to get her revenge.

Over the next few days Evelyn would walk to the park after her mother had left for work. She would sit in the sand box and watch all of the children who came and went. The Weasley twins didn't show up for almost a week.

That day Evelyn had brought a mold and was attempting to make a sand castle. She watched them walk across the grass toward her. This time they had an older boy with them, presumably their brother because he had that same flame red hair.

She stood up and after brushing herself off, walked towards the small group.

"All right, Evie?" George asked and Evelyn paused in front of them. The twins had mischevious grins on their faces, but she pretended not to notice.

"Evie? No one's ever called me that before." She said, pondering the thought of that new nickname.

"Never?" The one she thought was called Fred asked, his head cocked to one side.

"Nope," She answered. "I've been Nikki since the day I was born."

"Hmm." George tapped a finger against his nose and looked like he was thinking about something.

They stood there for a minute or so before the older boy spoke up.

"Can we go sit down? I didn't even want to come here in the first place." He said, looking slightly annoyed.

Evelyn disliked him immediately.

She pointed to a picnic table over by the swings. "We can go sit over there."

They tromped over to the table, Evelyn walking in between Fred and George. Sitting down, she sat next to the nameless older brother.

They sat there talking about the mundane topics acceptable for three five-year-olds and a seven-year-old. George finally introduced the older brother, ("his name's Percy, but we call him Percy the Prat.") and they decided to make a play date for the next week ("Only this time we won't bring Percy.")

As the three brothers argued about leaving, Evelyn pretended to drop her barrette and went under the table to look for it. Once under the table she quickly untied the twins' shoelaces. Her plan was to tie the laces back together so that when they tried to walk away, they fell flat on their faces. She skillfully retied the laces into double knots, then crawled out from under the table.

Sitting back on the bench, she saw that the twins hadn't noticed a thing, but Percy that Prat had obviously won the argument. Fred and George mumbled their goodbyes and stood up.

Evelyn had to stifled a grin as they tried to walk away and ended up on their faces in the dirt. They looked back at her, puzzled expressions on their faces.

"You?" Fred asked, dirt streaked across his forehead. She nodded, a triumphant smile on her face.

"That's for the flame hair candy." She said and George's face broke into a proud grin.

"Well, I'll be damned, a muggle who can outsmart a wizard." He said in awe. She grinned back at him, and in that instant an unbreakable bond was formed.

For the next seventy or so years, no one, be they witch or muggle, ever saw the Weasley twins with Evelyn being somewhere in the middle.