Disclaimer: Sadly I am not J.K. Rowling. So any characters from HP aren't mine. Don't sue me.

"She passed out! Didn't realize I'm that attractive."

"Shut up you git! Augumenti."

"Blah!" I sputtered sitting up, now soaking. "Ah!" Looking at left twin, "Ah!" Looking at right twin, "Ah!" Looking at the both of them. "You're- but, you can't! And you! One of you is, and the other…Oh I get it I'm dreaming…." There was a long pause while I thought, double checking my theory. "No, I remember how I got here! But you can't be real! Bogart? No fear, not fantasy…Uhm….Poly juice potion! Ha!"

I jumped off the ground and pointed my wand at them, like it would actually do something, then I lowered it. "But that's all fiction. Yeah, fiction…" My wand suddenly went up again. "But then how did you get in my fire place?"

"Whoa, calm down. I'm Fred, he's George. We're th-"

"Oh I know that!" I shouted. "But you are fictional characters, so explain how you got here; unless of course I've gone crazy, which would explain a lot actually."

"Fictional- what? You're a witch! You know bloody well how we got here!" Said George, getting exacerbated.

"Yeah witch…flue powder…not really. As far as I know I'm a muggle, I would like to at least be able to call my self a squib, but like hell my parents are magical."

"Then how do you know that stuff?" Asked George.

"You mean you don't know? About the books I mean?" I was absolutely flabbergasted, how could they not know! And how we're they both alive, and both had two ears. Unless J.K. Rowling was wrong…or it just hasn't happened yet! I gasped. "Oh lord."

"What books? What are you talking about?" Asked Fred, looking suddenly very pale.

"Sit." I commanded, they listened. I'm guessing partly due to the manic look that must have been on my face. I threw my beat up paperback copy of The Sorcerer's Stone to Fred. I ran to my book shelf and thought, sighed and picked up my signed by J.K. Rowling herself hard back copy and ran it to George. "You so much as make a centimeter sized tear in this book, I will rip your throat out."

"Oh feisty I like it." Winked Fred.

"Shut up and read."

"The last time I read a book might have been in my first year, and it wasn't required…if you get my drift." I rolled my eyes, I wasn't surprised, I mean this is Fred Weasley after all.

"I do, that's disgusting. Now read, tell me if it sounds familiar."

I sat on my bed hugging my knees, trying not to panic. I had obviously gone crazy, my delusions were just incredibly real. But I sat there and stared, watching Fred's facial expressions change with each word he read; George carefully turning each page. And the firelight, flickering behind them, casting a warm glow on them, making their red hair shimmer. With each turn of the page, the air in the room grew more tense. Occasionally the twins would look up at each other with expressions of either terror, delight, or confusion. They managed to read in unison, it was hypnotic to watch. Two separate, freckled hands moving up the page and turning it. The sight of two copper heads turning to look at each other with identical expressions.

Eventually I couldn't take it anymore and got up. I walked as silently as possible so I was behind the twins. I knelt down behind Fred, he turned and winked then went back to his reading; I then moved behind George who looked at me solemnly with his lips pressed tight together. They had just started chapter 10.

Though George showed it more, I knew both were worried about how perfectly this book matched up with their memories. It has to be crazy, I thought to my self as I walked back to my bed, to read about your life from another person's point of view.

I was sitting on my bed waiting for them to decide to stop when without any conscious idea I said, "Well…."

"Bloody hell." They whispered at each other.

Fred, at least I think it was Fred I had forgotten by this point, questioned me with a dark tone that one wouldn't expect he could manage, "How many are there?"

"7" I whispered.

"What happens?" George.

"Could you be more specific please?"

"Who dies?" Fred

"What year is Harry going into?"

"4th" Both of them.

"Lets see…Quirrell, a lot of people were petrified his second year, Buckbeack was supposed to be dead. Lockheart has had his memory modified, Lupin is a werewolf, Sirius is back in action…but that's it at the moment."

"At the moment?" Both of them.

"Well the end of this year is gonna be ehrm messy. Have you gone to the World Cup yet?"

"What?" Their faces brightened, damn I ruined the surprise.

"Well I can't tell you everything! I'll ruin it." I sounded ridiculously like Hermione. "Besides I only know the story the way its written, I don't know if its all true! So please stop treating me like I'm some kind of…oracle!"

"Sorry dear oracle, but pray dost thou have a name?" Questioned Fred making fun of my choice of words, but it took me by surprise.

"Huh, I didn't introduce my self did I, my name is Mia but that's beside the point!" I shouted trying to stay on track, I have a chance to save people's lives, maybe even see the Wizarding World!

"Fred, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Georgie I do believe so."

"What?" That is so annoying, yet cute…very cute.

"You are coming with us!" They said in perfect unison, I couldn't decide if it was creepy or just cool.

"Coming where?"

"Diagon Alley." Again in unison.

"But first," began Fred. "I want to try something, take this." He handed me his wand. I took it reverently, the instant the tips of my fingers touched the well worn wood I felt heat shoot up my arm and envelop my body. "Well try something." I pointed it at the books at the floor.

"Swish and flick." I muttered, smirking to my self. "Wingardium leviosa!" The book rose. "Bloody HELL!" I screamed. The book fell. "Holy shit! Oh my God, oh my-I'm, I'm a-a-"

"Witch."

A/N: Weellll here you go. So I have (almost) the first 3 chapters written out in a journal, so I will try to post multiple chapters at a time, no guarantees I'm really good at procrastinating so you might get one chapter instead of two or three on a weekly basis (once again I am gonna try my best to get them in on a weekly basis, but no promises. Because a promise like that "Is a pie crust promise, easily made easily broken."- Mary Poppins). Oh a beta would be spectacular!

Lessthanthree,

Anya