Chapter 1

The Final Weasley

"Come on hurry up!" someone whispered as he hustled past my door.

"Alright!" I heard another complain.

I shot up in my bed, wondering what they were doing. I hopped out of bed, hoping that Ginny didn't hear me, I hated that she was such a light sleeper. That was the only thing I hated about her, I could never sneak out without her waking up, that is when I'm not sleeping in the room I share with the twins. I thought it'd be nice to give them a night off from me. All she did though was turn over in her bed and I wiped my head and sighed in relief. Tip toeing along, I went over to the window, I looked out but there was nothing but the car. That's when I heard the crash in the kitchen.

I ran out of my room and jumped down the steps shaking the Burrow even more. I peered around the corner and sure enough I saw the three idiots I suspected, Ron, Fred, and of course he wouldn't leave with out his twin, George, or perhaps it way the other way around? I scowled, and hatefully thought, they are going out... WITHOUT ME! Ron slowly opened the kitchen door and left, followed by the twins. As soon as the door swung shut I moved as quietly as possible over to it, just in time to see them race towards the flying car.

"Not today," I whispered. "You're not leaving me behind again!" I quickly pushed opened the door, not caring about closing it as I ran after them. I grinned happily when Fred (or George) turned and noticed me. He poked the other boys and they turned as well. The shocked looks on their faces were priceless. I ran to meet them, smiling when Ron frowned darkly at me.

"Hello boys!" I happily said.

"Isabella go home!" Ron sighed in irritation.

"Just wondering, which one's which?" I ignored him, looking around to the twins.

"I'm Fred," The one on the right huffed.

"And I'm George, now go home!" The one on the left ordered.

They started to open the car door when I yelled, "but I want to go with you!"

"Let me think?" Fred said as he and George faced me. They made a "thinking face" and hummed quietly. This obviously annoyed me and I rolled my eyes at their childishness.

"No," they said in unison.

"Isabella, please go home," Ron begged.

I smiled a devious smile and shook my head, "no way in he-"

The twins have had it, "GO HOME!" they screamed.

I smirked when they whipped their heads up and looked worriedly at our parents bedroom window. When no light came up their shoulders slumped and they sighed in relief. I noticed Ron turn had turned pale and that he was squeaking up a storm. They waited a few more seconds, just to make sure the coast was clear before turning back to me.

"You get back in that house, please," Fred put strain in the last word.

"Please Izzy, please, please, please leave us alone!" his twin pleaded.

"Alright" I sighed defeated. I turned to walk back to the house, my shoulders slumped in rejection, when an idea popped into my mind. I spun quickly on my heels and watched as the three hustled about the car. "Well, if you want me to," I shrugged. They stopped their movements, turning back to look at me in confusion.

The look on the twins faces was annoyance and confusion and Ron... well, despite him being a total moronic idiot, Ron probably knew what I was up to 'cause I did this thing all the time to him. I kept eye contact with the boys as I slowly started to back up towards the house, an arrogant smirk on my lips. I stopped, taking in the twins confused glances once more before turning around and screaming. What seemed like a millisecond later four hands were covering my mouth, muffling my scream.

"Alright!" one twin shouted as the other hissed, "shhhhhh!"

"Alright! Alright, fine! You can come!" they caved.

"But, you have to promise not to scream... ever again," George conditioned.

I nodded and smiled under their hands. They took their hands away from me slowly and started back towards the car with me skipping merrily right behind them. We reached the car and Ron opened the door, starting to get in. He froze, though, when I cleared my throat. Ron looked back at me, making a 'what-the-heck' face as George moved to the driver's side.

"Hurry up!" George complained as he sat.

"What?" Ron huffed, he was getting annoyed... good.

"Ladies first" I corrected him, pushing him aside and climbing into the back seat.

"I'd hardly call you a lady" I heard Fred whisper as he climbed in next to me.

"Shut up!" I yelled, slapping him across the arm.

Ron and George just started to laugh as I stared out the window, while Fred sat their rubbing his arm. The door closed with a loud thud as Ron finally entered the car, sitting himself in the passenger's seat next to Georgie the driver.

"Alright, here we go," George said, smirking.

The car roared to life and we flew up into the air, I looked angrily out the window listening to the boy's laughter and chatter, as I stared at the Burrow disappearing behind a forest of green. Why am I doing this? I asked myself, I have no idea...

It was an hour into the trip and we were flying over a field with sheep which looked like little white spots when Ron noticed I wasn't acting like my normal, talkative, annoying self.

"Hey Isabella!" He sang happily. I looked up and all eyes were on me, except George's of course.

"Why'd you come with us?" Fred asked curiously.

"Because," I shrugged "I guess I just didn't want you to leave me behind. I wanted to go on an adventure too!" I said the last words harshly and that's when George turned around.

I looked back out the window, trying to ignore them, but I could still feel all eyes on me. It felt like six holes were being burned into my skin.

"Are you okay?" Fred asked, sounding concerned for once in his life.

I grinned slightly, lightening my tone of voice as I said, "yeah, I just didn't expect the trip to be so boring!" I groaned and slumped back in my seat. "When are we going to get there?" I asked George.

"Soon," He replied blankly, turning back around to take control of the wheel.

Silence fell again. A few awkward, but not so awkward minutes later Ron broke the silence.

"So," he dragged out, "are you nervous about going to Hogwarts?"

That hit a nerve, "not at all, thank you!" I calmly spat, "I know what I have to live up to!"

When I thought about Hogwarts, which I never want to do, bad, horrible thoughts came to mind. Thoughts of how I'd be the last Weasley there, well beside Ginny, and, ya know, how I'd be judged by my brother's status'. For some odd reason Ginny was excited to go to school, while I cherished the days I had at home.

"I'll be the last one in this stupid family to go, I'll be put in stupid Gryffindor and have to live up to you, Fred, George, Bill, Percy and Charlie!"

The boys all gaped at me, and George suddenly exclaimed, "you won't have to live up to us!"

"Yeah!" Fred agreed. "We aren't that great at school."

"Oh yeah right! You two are the prank kings and you still get good grades!" I scowled.

The whole sentence was supposed to sound rude and mean when I said it, but instead, because of my wonderful luck, it sounded a lot like a whale choking on spit while crying.

"Well, I'm not much to live up to, honestly," Ron said quietly, trying and failing to cheer me up.

"'I'm not much to live up to,'" I mimicked. "You are one of Harry Potter's best friends, so don't you dare tell me you're nothing to live up to!" I shouted, facing him with a nasty glare.

Suddenly the world stopped and I was hit with a wave of guilt as I looked over their faces. God, I didn't know I was that mean.

"I'm sorry!" I practically screamed, "look, I just... I know I'm never going to be as great as you guys or Percy or Bill o-" Fred covered my mouth with his hand to shut me up.

"You may not be as great as us-" I bit his hand and he removed, rubbing it softly. "Ow! As I was saying you might not be as great as us but you'll be great in your own way."

"Not in a way that you all have already been," I huffed in a whisper.

The next few seconds were, again, silent.

"Hey! Come on!" Fred whined. "Laugh, cry, talk, do something!"

"I am, I'm pouting, that is something."

"Anything but that!" George groaned jokingly, and I couldn't help but smile and give in.

I groaned, "alright, so what do you guys want to talk about?" They opened their mouths to speak but I quickly put in, "anything but Hogwarts!"

"Okay then," Fred started, "so we've wondered,"

"If your really our sister th-" George completed.

This had me slightly worried, "if I'm really your sister what?" I asked.

"If your really our sister," George repeated. "then how come you haven't cursed us already?"

I rolled my eyes, what a stupid question to ask. "Because I can't!" I explained.

"Okay," Fred dragged out, looking at his twin and younger brother nervously.

"Um... well, if you had to choose between a cat, owl or toad, which would you chose?" Ron asked.

"We now have a conversation starter!" George said, breaking the awkward silence that followed, and we all laughed.

The rest of the ride was fun, we talked about a variety of things; Hogwarts, the four Houses, and, you know, the things that I'd have to live up to when I got there. In their opinion it was nothing, by my view... lots.