Okay this chapter is a bit of a filler chapter, mostly because I…I have no idea, but yea lol. You'll have to ignore my family-they're pretty much as written. I'll try and update weekly (maybe even twice a week, depends on how soon I get more chapters done). I have up to Chapter 10 done and I'm halfway through Chapter 11. And I'm going to do lemons, they won't take up the whole story, just a few every so often and incase you don't want to read them, I'll put a warning before them and a "It's Over" at the end or something.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, if I did, that would be awesome because I wish I was that good, but I don't-but if Oliver or James Phelps reads this and would like to own me-well I'm all your's ;)
Chapter 2:
By Christmas most of us were so tired of Umbridge that we were happy for the break-she'd been bringing a bunch of us in for questioning because she'd heard Harry had started a secret organization-he did of course, and I was a member but I'd managed to thoroughly lie to her. Harry and Hermione were going back to Grimmauld place with the rest of The Weasley family. Fred and George were going back to America with me until my birthday, which was when we'd apparate to Grimmauld place for some party the Mrs. Weasley was planning for my birthday.
"I don't think you should be sending these students by Portkey Dumbledore," We heard Umbridge say shrilly as we walked upstairs to Dumbledore's office. "her parents should meet her at King's Cross."
"Professor Umbridge," Dumbledore said evenly. "the student is from America, and has Muggle parents. I've already arranged this with Fudge, and despite the disagreement on whether Voldemort is back, Fudge has agreed with me on this. She'll be seventeen before the students are back, so there will be no need for a return Portkey."
We knocked on the door and it opened with Toadface storming out.
"Ah, Laura, Fred, George," Dumbledore smiled as we walked in. "I'll send your trunks and your owl after your Portkey."
"Thank you Professor." I said, smiling. "I have something for you."
"What's this?" He asked as he took the package.
"Christmas present," I answered. "I made it myself."
He opened the badly wrapped present and laughed heartily when he saw a sweater with a big D on the front of it. "Molly taught you how to knit."
"Yes," I smiled. "every time I visit she continues her lessons on it. Since I only have Wizard money, it is the only thing I can give my family for Christmas."
"Thank you very much," Dumbledore smiled at me then nodded to an old scarf laying on his desk. "It will leave very shortly. Grab hold."
So we did and the Portkey took us straight to my father's in America.
"Let go." George said.
I dropped the scarf and we landed right on my dad's couch.
"It's late." I noticed, looking out the window.
"It is very late," My dad walked into the room with three cups of hot chocolate. "nice to see you, Fred, George."
"Hello." They said in their deep British accents.
"Your trunks are in Laura's room," My dad continued. "but she'll have to get them out for you, Dumbledore visited yesterday and did a charm on her room-the same charm on the girl's dormitories at Hogwarts. You two can't get in her room. But you will be staying in the room right beside her's."
"Dad!" I whined.
"Dumbledore's idea, not mine. He seems to think that you three would have been doing things you shouldn't if he didn't. And he said that a Professor Umbridge already reports other things back to The Minister Of Magic, that if after he allowed you three to take a Portkey, you came back expecting a child, that it would end badly."
"I'm not sleeping with Fred or George," I exclaimed. "not even-well I'd say not even in their dreams but I don't know what they dream."
The next morning, I figured out again how to send text messages on my cell phone and texted my Muggle friends to let them know that I was in for Christmas and Kanzas and Kenzie agreed to meet up with me, Fred, and George at McDonalds. I had managed to get a driver's license the previous summer because I'd taken the driver's education program so I drove us.
"Kanzas! Kenzie!" I exclaimed when I saw them sitting at a big booth.
They hugged me in turn and I introduced them to Fred and George.
"Kanzas, Kenzie, this is Fred and George Weasley, my best friends from school." I smiled.
"Hello." Fred and George chimed together.
"Hi," Kanzas said to them then turned to me. "so these are the ones you're in love with?"
"No," I said. "that's Feorge and Gred."
"Ha-ha," Kanzas rolled her eyes. "so, considering you're twins, how do you feel about her loving you both?"
"We're use to it." George said.
"Let's order food," I suggested. "Fred, George, cow or chicken?"
"What?" They asked.
"Hamburger or chicken nuggets?" I sighed.
"Chicken nuggets?" They looked uncertain.
"Kanzas, Kenzie, go on, I have to check something really quick."
They went on.
"I forgot how Muggle Money works." I hissed to Fred and George.
"Your dad gave you some, right?" George asked.
"Yea," I got out my wallet from my purse. "Thirty bucks-oh I remember, be right back."
After I ordered, we all sat in a booth in the corner and Fred and George kept an eye on every single person that walked in or out of the restaurant-just in case of Death Eaters.
"This is pretty good." George said, biting into his third chicken nugget.
"Yea, for Mu-for non-British food." Fred said, getting a drink of his soda.
"I miss the food at school." I sighed, chewing into a French fry.
"Mum's cooking too." George sighed.
"I know," I moaned wistfully. "I miss your mum's Christmas dinner."
"When did you go home with them for Christmas?" Kenzie asked.
"She makes a Christmas dinner over the summer," I answered. "well, it is actually just dinner but it is like a Christmas dinner. It is so good," I groaned. "she's having a birthday dinner for me when we go back to London, and she is making all my favorites."
"Laura," George whispered in my ear. "Minnie is sitting outside on your truck."
I looked out the window and sure enough, my owl was sitting there, getting pointed at.
"I'll be right back," I said, sliding out of the booth. "I just remembered I forgot to get my cigarettes from the truck."
"You smoke?" Kanzas asked.
I shrugged. "On occasion."
George conjured a box and slid it into my purse which I took with me and went outside.
"Minnie, you're not suppose to do this," I hissed to the bird opening the truck and putting her inside. "you know you're suppose to go to the house if you bring a letter."
"Hey! You're harming a wild animal!" Someone shouted at me, moving over.
"No I'm not," I held Minnie lovingly. "she's my pet. She's followed me and I was just putting her in my truck for a moment. She had something stuck in her feathers."
"That isn't legal." They said.
"I live in England most of the year, sir. It is there, I brought her home with my for the holidays. Besides, this is none of your business, now Minnie," I turned to the bird. "go home baby."
She took off and I slammed the truck door and went back inside the restaurant.
"What was that about?" Kanzas asked when I sat down.
"You know about my owl, Minnie, well she got out and she was sitting out there, she had a tack in her feathers so I was getting it out and that man threw a fit."
I read the letter under the table;
Laura,
Only stay until midnight-American time-the night before your birthday. We have a surprise for you.
Love,
Mrs. Weasley
"So, are you going to smoke?" Kanzas asked.
"Yea," I got out the cigarettes and lit one, putting it to my lips and almost immediately bursting into a coughing fit. "we can't at school, so it has been awhile."
George patted me on the back. "Maybe you shouldn't pick the habit back up."
"Maybe." I coughed, putting it out.
"You know, there is this guy at church," Kanzas said. "you'd probably be crushing on him."
I stared at her. "That was random and so not happening. I'll never go to church, and besides, Fred, George and I are going to get married after we graduate. Aren't we boys?"
"Yes, and the fairies are going to bless our wedding." Fred smiled at me.
"And the Cornish pixies." George added.
We were being completely serious, we'd went on and on about this since second year, and we were even 'planning' the wedding. But, Kanzas and Kenzie the Muggles they were, laughed at us.
"Oh and I'll ride down the isle on a Unicorn, right George?" I asked blissfully.
"If you want." He kissed my forehead.
"Ugh," Kanzas groaned. "I just realized, I have a butt load of Chemistry homework to do over break."
"So do I, I have to write an essay." I told her.
"I'm horrible at Chemistry." She sighed.
"Really," I said, softly. "I'm amazing at it. I'm in Advanced."
"Chemistry?" Fred and George asked softly in my ear.
"Like potions sort of." I answered back softly.
On Christmas Eve morning, there were presents under the tree from Mrs. Weasley and Harry, and Hermione for me, Fred and George and Mrs. Weasley had sent my dad a sweater too.
"Merry Christmas, Fred, George." I handed them both their gifts which I'd ordered from Zonko's.
They tore into the paper and hugged me when they saw the boxes of fireworks.
"This is perfect love," George said, kissing my cheeks. "it is exactly what we needed for our plan."
"Plan?" I asked, hurt that they hadn't told me.
"We meant to tell you when we arrived here," Fred said quickly. "we just couldn't risk Umbridge hearing. We're planning to leave with a bang if we leave."
"You're taking me of course." I said, taking each of their hands in mine.
"Possibly," George promised. "if she gives you lines one more time, we're leaving and you're going with us."
"Lines?" My dad asked.
"It is worse than it sounds." Fred said.
I shushed him.
"What is she doing?" My dad asked.
I held up my left hand and he stared when he saw what was etched painfully into my skin. I must not sell Weasley products.
"Does that still hurt?" Dad asked, looking closely.
I put my hand down. "No. I'll get my revenge soon enough dad. Don't you worry, I have a plan."
"What?" Fred and George asked eagerly.
"You know her precious cat plates," I asked, when they nodded I continued. "I've found a charm that I can put on them. Instead of furry little kittens, they'll turn into Grindylows and Red Caps. Until she tries to show someone and it'll stay kittens. It can only be broken by the one who puts the charm on it."
"I like." Fred nodded.
"Don't you dare get in trouble." My dad growled.
"I won't," I said, grinning. "Harry is lending me his invisibility cloak."
As we opened our presents, I found that Harry had sent me a special potion that made your hair grow faster than normal-because he'd heard me complaining that I wanted my hair longer and Hermione had sent me a copy of a book filled with different types of potions since she knew it was my favorite and best subject.
"Yay! My Weasley sweater!" I said pulling out my deep purple sweater with a black L on the front.
"She sent me one too." My dad said surprised when he pulled out the big green sweater with a C on it that Mrs. Weasley sent him.
"That's how Mum is," George said, taking out his own sweater. "she only met Harry once their first year and sent him one. Laura got one before mum met her."
"Warmest thing I've ever worn too," I said, slipping it on. "I wear them every time we go to Hogsmeade."
My dad opened the badly made blue sweater I'd made him and hugged me, before handing me my gifts which consisted of several Galleons, sickles, and knuts, a few Muggle books that I'd saw during the summer at a bookstore, and a long black coat.
Then, we went to my Granny's and she gave me pajamas as usual and she even had a pair for Fred and George because dad had let everyone know they were coming with me.
"So, this is the infamous Fred and George," Corey said with a grin as we sat around after we opened presents, I'd been carefully avoiding Corey and Tyler all morning. "the ones Lulu makes out with all the time at school."
"Make out?" George asked.
"Snogging," I explained. "pretty much."
"Ah, no, Laura won't snog us. We're lucky if she hugs us." Fred said, ruffling my hair.
I smacked his hands away. "I hug you two all the time."
"See, we're lucky," George said, smoothing down my hair for me because I loved it when he did that. "we have a pretty girl like you hugging us all the time."
"Oh you'll have to marry that one," My Aunt Jan laughed walking by. "he's a suck up."
"Oh no he isn't," I kissed George's forehead. "he just knows I can very simply kill him if he isn't nice."
"You wouldn't hurt me," George said, pouting playfully. "I'm the handsome twin."
"Yea," I pointed at my cousin Josh. "he says the same thing about him and Jeremy," I'd showed them pictures second year. "but you don't honestly think he's right do you?"
"Hey now!" Josh protested laughing.
"They're not identical though," Fred pointed out. "but I'm the handsome twin though, sorry George."
"No you're not." George said and they argued for a few minutes.
"Oh stop," I laughed at them. "you two are impossible."
"But you know," Fred began.
"that you love us." George finished.
"Oh Merlin" I sighed. "they're starting that twins finishing each other's sentence shite."
"Merlin?" Corey's fiancé Nikki looked at me questioningly.
"It's sort of a…school thing. Oh da-darn," I looked at Fred and George. "you know, I just remembered that your mum didn't invite Dumbledore to my birthday dinner."
"Dumbledore?" Savanna asked.
"Headmaster," I explained quickly. "you think he'd come, since he's not been speaking directly to Harry lately?"
"I don't think so," George said sadly. "and if he did, it would probably hurt Harry."
"True, Dumbledore is like a grandfather to Harry." I said.
"You're close to your-is he like a principal?" Miranda asked.
"Yea," I nodded. "Fred, George and myself all are. He finds our pranks rather amusing-which is the only reason we have yet to be expelled. He's the only thing that keeps us there with Umbridge being the 'High Inquisitor', the old bitch."
"Lulu cussed." Everyone started whispering but only Corey had the courage to say anything.
"Lulu, you realized that a cuss word just left your innocent lips, right?" He asked.
I grinned wickedly. "They do all the time, everyone. In England, it really isn't bad. Of course, I meant it to be awful about Umbridge, she's insane and has the worst detentions in the world."
"What are they?" Corey asked.
I absently covered my left hand. "I may as well be cutting myself, with what she does. Dumbledore doesn't know of course, because nobody wants him to have to deal with the old toad, but it hurts."
A sudden shiver went through me as effects of a charm George put on the words sank in, making them hurt so much less. He wouldn't get in trouble because the trace was off him and if it was a simple, silent charm like that, it didn't matter anyway.
"Thanks George." I whispered.
When we went to my grandparents later that night, they had bought me this thing that looked like a penguin-it was called a pillow pet. I gave Fred and George the sweater's I'd made them that night since they wouldn't have received anything there and I'd have felt bad, and I gave everyone else a sweater too.
"Lulu," Gannon hugged me as he opened the remote control car my dad had gotten and put my name on. "thank you."
"You're welcome buddy," I said. "do you like your sweater too?"
"Yea." He said.
My cousin Bree hugged me too. "I love my Barbie."
"I'm glad," I said. "my dad picked it out, I was in England."
I was sitting on the couch almost in George's lap but I kind of slid off when Bree climbed on top of my shoulders and started playing with my hair. "Bree." My Aunt Deb warned.
"She's fine." I waved her off and pulled Bree down into my lap and started tickling her.
"Stop." She giggled.
I stopped and hugged her. "You're my girl, aren't you?"
"Yep." She hugged me back.
George nudged me gently. "Where is the toilet?"
"Through there." I pointed to my grandparents bedroom.
He stood up and hurried out of the room.
Fred took his spot and whispered in my ear. "As much as I want you, maybe you should pick my brother."
"What?" I turned toward him.
"I know him well enough to tell that he's a wreck because he thinks you're going to pick me and he'll be heartbroken. I love you, but not at the cost of my brother's sanity."
"Oh Fred," I whispered and hugged him. "that's exactly why I haven't been able to choose."
I was going to be seventeen in two minutes, and the trace would be off of me. I'd be able to do magic, and apparate, I'd be free. I'd passed the test the previous June.
"Go ahead and send our trunks," I told Fred and George. "I'll be through here with my dad until midnight and then I'll come in here and we'll leave."
They nodded and went into the room they'd stayed in during the visit.
"Dad, I won't come back here until after You-Know-Who is defeated-I can't risk you. Tell everyone I made arrangements to stay with the Weasley's over the summer."
Dad hugged me. "Be careful, okay? And remember, those Death Eaters are scum-not human. If it comes down to it, I think it would be different if you have to kill them."
I smiled a tight lipped smile. "I know. But I'm still going to try only to curse them-I can barley stand to see a dead mouse and you know how much I hate them."
"Here take this." Dad handed me a knife.
"Daddy, a knife is useless against a Death Eater." I sighed.
"Would they be expecting it?" He asked.
"No…" I trailed off.
"If they disarm you, go at them with this. And it may be good for chopping up potions too, I don't know, but be careful. And if you start doing things with those boys, you better get some kind of birth control potion or something." Dad said gruffly.
"I already am on a potion, but not because of them. It works way better than Muggle pills, no side affects." I told him.
"It's midnight!" Fred and George chimed from the next room.
I hugged dad. "Well, wish me luck."
"Good luck." Dad said.
I hurried into the next room pulling my Weasley sweater on as I went and got my wand out.
"Okay, I'm ready." I said breathlessly.
"Nervous?" George asked, smirking at me.
"Yea," I took a deep breath. "let's go."
Suddenly, I was on my way, with the feeling I was being sucked through a tube and I let out a muffled scream when I landed flat on my butt on the kitchen table at Number 12 Grimmauld Place.
"Oh hi Laura," Tonks put her cup of tea down in front of her from her seat to my left. "pretty good for your first apparition."
"I can't believe I landed on the table," I hopped down and rubbed my now sore arse. "have you seen Fred and George yet?"
"Hello darling," Fred and George popped expertly beside me. "where'd you land?"
"On the table," I whined. "my arse hurts."
"Ah, there is our girl," George lifted me and danced around the room. "Fred and I wondered when you'd be back to normal. You have a cleaner mouth than Hermione around your dad."
"Because I'd rather face a Death Eater than curse in front of my dad." I told him.
Tonks laughed. "That scary huh."
"Very," I said, sighing. "My daddy doesn't take well to things not about fairies and unicorns coming from my mouth."
"Fred! George! Laura! Are you back?" Molly came into the room.
"No mum, we're not really here." Fred said.
I smacked at him. "Be nice to your mum. Yes Mrs. Weasley, we just got back. Would you happen to have a potion for pain? I landed on flat of my bottom on the kitchen table."
"You poor dear," She said rushing over and pulling a bottle from her robes. "only take a sip, and it should help."
I took a small sip and felt as if I was walking on air, purely from the bliss I felt. "Oh my."
She winked. "Took away every ounce of pain, right?"
"Yes," I breathed. "even pains I've always had are gone."
She smiled. "Well, you three look exhausted. Go on up to bed, your trunks are already there."
We raced each other upstairs and when we got there, we changed into our new pajamas from my granny.
"These are comfy." George said as we crawled into our beds.
"I know," I yawned. "night boys."
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of food all over the house-my favorites. Chicken, mash potatoes, gravy, and rolls. There was other foods too in the mix, but I wasn't sure what they were. I just knew that I smelt my favorites, I'd know when we went downstairs.
It was nearly two, so I assumed that Mrs. Weasley had let Fred, George, and myself sleep late since we got here at around four in the morning.
"Fred, George!" I sang.
They just snored.
I charmed the three beds into one and stood up, jumping and making them bounce. "Come on boys! Wakey, Wakey, Eggs and Bakey!"
They groaned and opened their eyes.
"You're horribly annoying when we're trying to sleep." Fred told me.
I just grinned.
"Go back to bed." George groaned.
"It is two in the afternoon, boys," I tried to imitate Mrs. Weasley. "you've slept long enough."
They glared.
"Besides," I bounced onto my butt. "it is my birthday, and I know you two bought me something. I want it."
"Now why would we do that," George sat up and hugged me. "Happy Birthday love."
"Because you love me, and you know I like presents-especially the shiny kind." I grinned happily.
"Oh, no we don't," Fred groaned. "you woke us up."
"Speak for yourself, Fred." George said, kissing my forehead.
"Okay." Fred buried his face in his pillow.
"And I don't just love you," George whispered in my ear. "I adore you."
My heart leapt, but I ignored it, I still didn't know who I wanted to be with. "Oh George."
So, after I finally got the two gits out of bed and sent them each to a shower before taking one myself in a third bathroom, we went downstairs to the kitchens where Mrs. Weasley started fussing over me when I offered to help cook.
"It is your birthday dear! You and the twins go play nicely until I call you for dinner. It isn't everyday a girl turns seventeen." She said shooing me away.
Fred and George each grabbed one of my hands and led me upstairs to the bedroom.
"Would you like your birthday present now?" George asked
I gave him a look. "Of course."
They opened the door then sat me in the middle of our now triple sized bed.
"Now, this is from both of us, we hope you like it." George said, handing me a black velvet box.
I opened it and gasped at the beautiful necklace.
It was a heavy silver chain with a huge heart shaped diamond in the middle. Around the chain, there were silver roses in spots and in others tiny Holly, Cedar, and Cherry trees. It was absolutely beautiful, and I loved it mostly because I could see the thought they put into it and started to cry.
"You hate it." George said, suddenly sounding like an old man.
"No, I love it. So much. I can tell you put a lot of thought into this." I hugged them both, mostly pushing their faces into my breasts but they didn't seem to care.
"We thought that since we're all three best friends that having a charm to represent each of our wands was a good idea, and you love roses, and the diamond heart was just because we knew you'd like it. We'd heard you say you liked diamond heart necklaces but never thought you'd be able to afford one." They shrugged.
"I love it, so much." I promised, sitting back.
"Well, mum wants us to dress up for dinner so will you wear it tonight?" George asked.
"Of course," I told him. "I'll never take it off."
Ginny and Hermione walked in, carrying a box and smiled. "This is from the two of us and Tonks-she wanted to be here to give it to you, but she and Lupin had to go on patrol until your party-Kingsley and Mad-Eye are going to take over for them."
I took the box and opened it to find a beautiful red ankle length dress and high heels to match. "Oh my gosh, it is beautiful! I've always wanted a dress like this, but I never really thought I'd have one. Thank you."
They smiled.
"Fred mentioned you had a certain one in a catalogue you wanted and we found it." Ginny said.
I noticed the stitch work around the waist-roses-and gasped. "It is the dress. Oh my Merlin," I hugged them. "I've wanted this dress since first year. When they had it in every issue, I thought it was waiting on me, you know what? Fred and George are no longer my best friends, you two and Tonks are."
"Hey!" Fred whined.
"What about the necklace?" George whined too.
"Necklace?" Ginny asked.
I grabbed the box from the bed and showed them.
"Oh my gosh, it is so beautiful," Ginny said. "most of the time, this many charms is too much, but this is perfect. Who knew my brothers had taste?"
"I did," I grinned. "they chose me to be their best friend."
"Well, other than that," Ginny smiled. "and by the way, if you don't end up marrying one of them, then mum says she is still adopting you as her other daughter. She's been planning your wedding to one of them since your second year."
"She has?" George asked.
"Of course," She rolled her eyes. "the second she met Laura, she was determined to have her marry one of her sons. She considered Percy, but then Laura helped you two prank him and he went ballistic so she ruled that one out. She thinks Charlie and Bill are too old for her, so she says one of you two."
"Why not Ron?" Hermione asked, but her eyes flashed dangerously.
"She umm," Ginny glanced at Hermione but tried to look at me. "has someone else in mind for him."
At dinner time, I was dressed in my new dress and heels with my new necklace around my neck and my hair curled. When I went downstairs for dinner, with Fred and George-sporting their dress robes from the Yule Ball the year before-on each of my arms, Mrs. Weasley nearly started crying.
"Laura, you look beautiful. Where did you get that necklace?" Tonks asked.
"Fred and George," I smiled. "it is tied with this dress and shoes as my favorite gift ever."
"Why is that?" Lupin asked.
"Well, I've wanted this dress since first year, and the necklace is just beautiful. The diamond heart is something I've always wanted but never thought I'd get, the little trees each represent our wands, and roses are my favorite flowers." I answered.
He smiled. "Well, it is beautiful. Happy Birthday."
"Thank you Professor Lupin." I smiled.
"Ah, I'm not your Professor anymore. You can call me Remus."
"Okay." I said.
My big surprise that Mrs. Weasley told me about in her short letter was a beautiful silver wrist watch made like a chunky bracelet with roses etched into it and my initials beside the clock.
"Mrs. Weasley, I love it. This is also tied with the dress and shoes and the necklace. Thank you so much." I hugged her.
She hugged me back. "You're like a daughter, dear. Even if you don't marry one of my sons someday."
That night, as we lay in bed, we were woken by screaming so we ran downstairs to Harry and Ron's room.
"Harry! Harry wake up!" Ron was shaking him.
Harry sat up in shock. "A snake-a snake attacked Mr. Weasley."
"You were dreaming Harry," I said softly, patting his arm. "it's okay."
"It wasn't a dream," He snapped at me. "it was real."
Mrs. Weasley came in. "What's wrong?"
"Where is Mr. Weasley?" Harry asked.
"On duty for The Order…why?" She asked.
"He was attacked by a snake," Harry said. "you need to send someone."
"Harry dear-" She began.
"It wasn't a dream." He snapped.
And he was right, he had saved Mr. Weasley's life.
Hope you enjoyed =) I do not condone smoking, it was simply just an excuse in the story. Sorry if my family in the story annoys you haha. Just imagine how I feel. Reviews are appreciated.