Hannah Flaugh was sitting in bed thinking of ways to write her next story. She loved reading and re reading Harry Potter it was her favorite thing. She liked the characters and things they did. But she always was saddened when the characters died though. She looked around her room, she never really like it, no matter how she set it up, arranged it and made it hers it just wasn't hers. She knew that Hogwarts was always her home and until her room grew six sizes and got a few 4 poster beds that, she wasn't going to be satisfied. She fell asleep quietly, at 4 am, as usual.
She woke up comfortably for once and then gasped and sat up. She blinked looked around the room and then curled up on the bed. But the problem was, it wasn't her bed and she wasn't in her room. She searched her memories, and she realized she had new memories. Growing up in this house and decorating this room every weekend and then she realized something. She woke up in a place where you could practically feel the magic coming from it. Her memories of this place have magic in them. She looked down and realized that the small chest she was getting was gone and she was shorter. She looked over to the calendar, she sucked in a breath. It was Thursday March the 30th. But the most peculiar thing about the date was the year of the calendar, it said it was 1989! When she had fallen asleep, with her computer by her, it was 2014. The Harry Potter books, the computer that had to be real, it couldn't be fake. She pinched herself and winced, okay, this was real too. She closed her eyes and organized her thoughts, 2014 and that life in one part of her brain and her new memories of 1989 in another part. She thought everything seemed real in both worlds. But she knew one thing, maybe she was stuck here, never to return to her other life, but she didn't care as much as she knew she should. Things she were leaving behind, seemed to pale at what she could do here. Then she jumped off her bed and flipped the page in her calendar, she knew she always wrote things in her calendar, in both worlds, so she flipped the page and saw the April page, she looked to the first smiled, according to the books it was Fred and George's 11th birthday. Then she looked to the 2nd on that sunday, it sparkly ink it said My 11th Birthday and under that it said, getting Hogwarts letter. She smiled, she was finally here, in the wizarding community, she was ten, explaining how small she was, and going to Hogwarts. It was happening and she smiled so wide. Then she realized something, 1989 and Fred and George were turning 11, meaning they were going to school together. She had to lay back down, her head was spinning with happiness. She closed her eyes, reorganized her thoughts but up a big wall around them in her head, she sighed she couldn't wait, considering she had adored the Phelps twins in 2014, she kind of hoped they looked like that, then she thought better of it, would it matter? They'd be Fred and George Weasley. She smiled and pushed the thoughts back in her head and then searched her memories from 1989, she soon found her daily routines, apparently this was still her. Liked to read books, she was witty, sarcastic, and with a dash of funny. She smiled, she went through memories of her parents, they were actually better than her ones from 2014. She went back and relived all her memories from 1989. She figured out she was a pureblood witch, not that it mattered, she still had the last name, and they were very, very rich, and powerful in the ministry using slight bribes here and there. What disgusted her was the way he was raised, to not like werewolves and other breeds not be a blood supermist. She remembered however that she never really supported the idea, but never voiced her thoughts. She was proud of herself on one aspect of that. Not supporting that. She searched and figured out, she had no cousins on either side of the family, she didn't have any siblings, which was different considering in 2014 she had 2 siblings, and honorary sibling and a bunch of cousins. Not that she minded much, she liked a having a big family, but most of her family didn't actually like her but she always imagined a big family that liked her. She just never really had one. She sighed and sat up. She went to her wardrobe and decided she would look at the clothes now instead of in her new memories, she wanted to judge them now, not on her past judgement. She saw that she didn't have any jeans, she had some t shirts, that clearly weren't muggle t shirts from what they said, wicked sisters and things of that nature. She decided she was going to acquire some pairs of them. She walked to her closet and looked at the bottom row, shoes. Okay maybe she wasn't her, look at all of those! In 2014, she had 2 pairs of flip flops, 1 pair of dirty old sneakers, and 1 pair of converse for school. These rows of shoes, dress shoes, wizard shoes clearly, but she was happy to see that wizard shoes include like 9 pairs of converse! She loved those shoes. Dress shoes, that were clearly organized by her considering they were organized by color and style, dressy on the farthest side from the door in color order from light to dark, light closest to the walls at all times. She looked up and saw a bunch of matching outfits to go with the shoes, there was at least 30 pairs of different types of shoes, each pair having 4 different outfits to go with them. She had never really liked the idea of clothes shopping, or having clothes in general considering she wore the same things all the time. But this was different, these were wizard clothes, and she loved them. Each of the outfits, she was proud to say, would look good on her. Her style. Even the dresses and dress robes, and she hated dressy stuff, but she held these up to her, and truthfully even on her small body they looked good. She smiled and picked turned around, there were pajamas, 8 different ones, not including the ones that she woke up in, 3 pairs of slippers under them. Next was 3 training outfits and the equivalent to wizarding sneakers under them, all of them clearly used. Then she gasped and looked down, she was skinny. She had just noticed. Never, in her other life, had she been skinny. She was always overweight, never physically active, never liking sports. But then she remember something, Quidditch, she's quite good on a broom, thats why she exercised now, so she could play quidditch. She smiled, smart move on her end, she was a chaser, and apparently a good one, beater position to the twins, seeker, charlie and then harry, keeper, oliver, chasers, now they had competition. She smiled and continued to look at her clothes, finally she picked out a nice outfit that look comfortable, she slipped on a pair on converse and did a cartwheel, she had never done one before! She wasn't every skinny, equally weighted, or even brave enough to even try one. Then she got up on the bed and crossed her legs and sat thinking. She thought about all the emotional pain everyone went through when they read about Cedric, and Sirius and Dumbledore, Remus and Tonks and Fred died. Then she realized she knew what was to happen, she could prevent it. She could stop that from happening, they didn't have to die and young Harry could be happy. Young Harry. She gasped and a thought crossed her mind, 'He's still being abused at the Dursleys! Oh no! We must get him to Sirius!... Oh crap! He's still in Azkaban! Looks like my schedule is full then.'
Then there was a knock on the door and her 1989 father peeped his head in, "Are you coming down for breakfast?" he asked.
I blinked, 'Oh yeah, I'm not alone in this house.' she thought while nodding. He then disappeared. She stood up, she immediately noticed something, she was still Hannah Flaugh, same name, and her parents looked the same with the same names! Except they too were skinnier, but still the same. She shrugged, that makes it easier. She looked around the house on her way down the steps. This house was huge, her other house was alright in size but it was cluttered with junk they 'weren't' allowed to get rid of even though no one used it. This house, however, wasn't like that. Everything was neat and tidy and clean. No clutter, no smell, not even dirt, finally a house she might like. 'You could probably fit our house in this one, at least 6 times from what I've already seen! And I'm only walking from my room to the dining room!' she thought going down the steps with a grace she had never had before. She smiled to herself, she was sure she was going to like this.
She arrived in the dining room and quickly took the seat she always sat in and started to give herself food, she ate it, relishing in the taste. It was a lot better than 2014 muggle food, thats a fact. "So," her mothers voice rung in the room. Hannah looked over to her as she spoke, "Are you going to do anything today?" she asked her. Hannah blinked, 'That's right, they work all day so I have a lot of time to myself. The sad part is, I can't spend it with real friends because mum and dad don't like the Weasleys so I don't know them. All the 'friends' I do have are purebloods that worship their blood line.' she smiled lightly, "I'm not sure yet, I may." she said. Her mother nodded. Her parents finished their plates and left without so much as a goodbye of have a good day. She didn't mind too much, so she quickly finished her breakfast and then everything disappeared. Which could only mean one thing, they had house elves. She searched her memories and then picked up something else that she had missed before. Her parents coming into her room as a child, telling to behave and go to sleep they'd be back. So she focused on these memories and saw it. Something she dreaded. The thing that made her understand why her 'friends' were Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson. Both of her parents had a dark mark. She had to look down, make sure she didn't have one, 'That's good, I don't, but this just made things harder for me. Working against the dark and working with light probably doesn't suite your death eater parents.' She brushed the thought off, 'Hopefully the house elves are like Dobby.' she went back through her thoughts, focused on her memories of the house elves, they seemed nice enough, like her they were impartial to blood status. She sighed and looked for their names, Fuzzy and Tappy. Fuzzy, the head girl of the army of house elves they have, and Tappy was the head boy. She smiled. "Fuzzy?" she asked. The house elf popped in. "Yes Mistress Hannah?" she asked.
"I was wondering if you would be able to take me somewhere?" she asked hesitantly.
"Yes, Fuzzy would able to do that." she squeaked.
"Good." she said smiling, "That's it, sorry to bother you."
"Fuzzy isn't bothered, this is Fuzzy's job." she squeaked before popping away. Hannah smiled and then dashed up to her room, in her room, beside her pajamas there were bags, and they were labeled and she clearly remembered one with an undetectable extension charm. She grinned on her way up. She entered her room and ran in and then grabbed the bag. Then she searched her memories. 'Ah screw it.' she thought. Then she went back to her first memory and watch all of it, every single detail of every memory from her magical life. She caught back up to the minute she woke up 10 minutes later and smiled, in the bag was stuff she liked to play with at the Malfoy house when she visited them. She had a bunch of 'friends' and she knew from the books that all of them end up in Slytherin. She was screwed. She then tucked her bag away and floo called Malfoy Manor while thinking, 'My parents must be really dumb, putting a fireplace and floo powder in my room, they must be asking me to run away.'
Draco answered and from the memories she watched she knew this was going to be easy, Draco adored her. "Hi Drakky!" she said, knowing that was her nickname for him.
"Hi Hanny." what a revolting nickname, "I was wondering, could I come over? I'm all alone and bored." she pleaded. He smiled, "I'll ask mum." she did her best at nodding. He disappeared and came back a minute later, "She said yes." he said excitedly.
"Great, I'll be right over." then her head was gone.
She sighed, 'He needs a life.' she thought laughing, 'I mean really? Going after someone two years older than you Draco? He should try being the older one by two years instead, according to the book he ends up with Astoria Greengrass, who is two years younger. Not me. There is now way in hell I'm going with him. But I bet the flirting and keeping him on my leash will be fun!' she thought. According to her memories, thats what she had been doing all along. Sometimes she loved herself, she was evil but sadly she'd end up in Slytherin because of it. She knew she'd love that house but the stereotypes that go with it is what she wouldn't like. Yeah she has her evil moments but she also is going to try to save people, that has to count for something, right?
She sighed and then through floo powder in the fire and stepped in. "Malfoy Manor." she said clearly. And then using past experiences to guide her, she got out of the Malfoy's fireplace. She coughed and spluttered, trying to clear the ash from her nose and mouth. Then Narcissa was there she used well placed cleaning charms and smiled, "Have fun." she said exiting the room.
"I hate the floo!" she said. Draco laughed, "You say that everytime."
"Because its true! I don't like the floo!" she said.
He smiled. He then led her to a room in the house, full of dark things. "Dad got new things." he said. She smiled, he was leading her right to the diary. She saw it, up on a shelf, but what she saw next to it surprised her. It was the cup of Hufflepuff, 'Voldemort must have given it to Bellatrix when he found out Lucius got rid of the diary! 2 for 1!' Draco was ahead of her so she opened her bag and picked up the horcruxes and dropped them in the bag. She smiled, put the bag away and then continued walking behind Draco as if she hadn't done anything. He led her to the back where there were new things. He spent 10 minutes explaining what everything does. She was interested in it, mostly because she was learning more about magic even if it was dark stuff. When they were done they went up to his room. She sat down on his desk chair and he sat on his bed, staring at her. She wasn't paying attention. "Do you ever get tired of it?" she asked propping her feet up on his desk.
"Tired of what?" he asked.
"You know, all the blood status things."
"Why would you say that?" he asked.
"Because after a while it gets boring, being proper at social parties because our blood status. I mean really what's the point, people can lie about their blood status and other purebloods don't care."
"Lying about blood status? Who does that?" he asked.
"Well, Severus Snape, his father was a muggle." she said. "Making him a halfblood."
Draco narrowed his eyes, "Is that all?" he asked.
"No lots do it." she said. "Say, the Dark Lord, what do you think he is?"
"A pureblood of course. He hates muggles."
"Do you know why that is?" she asked him.
"Because muggles are dumb." he said. "Not worthy of living and breeding."
"Ahh, yes that is part of his reasoning."
"Whats the other part?" Draco asked puzzled.
"Because, he got his name from a muggle and he doesn't like it because it is so common."
"What? What kind of common name is Voldemort?" he asked.
"Thats not his name, he made that one up. You have any parchment?" she asked dropping her feet from the desk and searching the desk. "Top drawer, quills and ink in the second one." She nodded and pulled out a piece of parchment and then a quill and a bottle of ink. She wrote down 'I AM LORD VOLDEMORT' on the parchment and held it up to him, "It's all spelled right?" she asked. He nodded. She then took the T from Voldemort and put it down. She beckoned him over so she could write it on a flat surface. He watched as she carefully rearranged the letters to form TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE. "That is his name." she said.
He frowned, "He was named after a muggle?"
"Yes, Tom Riddle."
"Why?" he asked incredulously.
"Because his mother, Merope Gaunt, named him after his father."
"WHAT?" he asked.
"Yeah, let me tell you the tale of his mother, are you willing to listen?" she asked.
He nodded and went back to the bed. She came over and sat in front of him. "Merope Gaunt had lived in a shack near Little Hangleton with her father, Marvolo, and brother, Morfin. Generations of inbreeding left the Gaunts violent, mentally unstable, and poverty-stricken. Merope exhibited little magical talent in her early years, and as a result was mentally and physically abused by her father, who called her a "disgusting little Squib", among other things. However, this was actually a self-fulfilling prophecy, as Merope's magical abilities were suppressed largely because of her father's abuse. Based on this, as well as the family's poverty, it is unlikely that Merope attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, though she did have a wand. Merope seemed to be in charge of cooking and cleaning in her family home; it is unknown what happened to her mother. However, Merope's magical ability flourished after her father and brother were incarcerated in Azkaban and she was free from their abuse. At some point in her life, Merope secretly fell in love with Tom Riddle, an exceptionally handsome and wealthy Muggle, and the only child of Thomas and Mary Riddle, who lived nearby. Her father was livid when Morfin revealed this to him in the summer of 1925, and attacked her physically, but was restrained by Ministry official Bob Ogden. Ogden arrested both Marvolo and Morfin, who had cursed Riddle because his sister found him attractive. With her family gone, Merope made a play for Riddle. She left the shack with a farewell note revealing what she did, and her existence was never again mentioned by Marvolo. She fed him a love potion when he didn't return her feelings, then Riddle became infatuated with her and they were married in late 1925, running away to London together. Merope who was deeply, truly in love with her husband, could not bear to continue enslaving him by magical means, and made the choice to stop giving him the potion, convincing herself that he might have truly fallen in love with her of his own accord, or even if he had not, he would stay with her for their child's sake. This turned out to be a fatal mistake. The indifferent, insensitive, and self-involved Tom left his wife and unborn son, claiming he had been "hoodwinked" and "taken in". It was speculated among his neighbours that he had been tricked into thinking he was the father of her unborn child. Merope was heartbroken and devastated by this abandonment, to the point of losing the will to live, and later died giving birth to his son at a muggle orphanage. Before she died she told them what his name should be Tom Marvolo Riddle after his father and grandfather. He was raised in that orphanage." she said. "Torturing the innocent children for pathetic things. The reason he hates muggles is because he was raised like one and because his father, a muggle, left his mother. Since he was conceived under fake love, he will never know love. He will never fancy any one he will never know love."
Draco just looked at her, he believed her, he always believed what she said. "Can you imagine it?" she asked him, "Living a life where now one is actually capable of loving you and aren't capable of liking anyone?" she asked him.
"But my aunt Bellatrix loves him." said Draco.
"No she doesn't, because she isn't with him. You can't truly love him and if you do, it will always be unrequited."
"What does that mean?" he asked.
"It means no matter how hard he tries he can never love anyone or anything unrequited love means only one person loves the other kind of like Tom and Merope. She loved him and he didn't love her. The Dark Lord can only tolerate people, not love them."
Draco frowned, "That would be awful. Living without love." he said.
"You know, right now there is another person living like that because of the Dark Lord." she said.
"Who is it?" he asked.
"Harry Potter." she said.
Draco frowned. "See, people lie about blood status and you have to be proper all the time, don't you ever just want to make real friends, friends you don't have to meet a social parties and have more than just Crabbe and Goyle? You know real friends that are generally nice people?"
Draco frowned, "Why should I?" he asked.
"You know, under Voldemort, if you do something wrong or don't join him immediately you die? It doesn't matter if you have a family or not. The dark lord has a motto, There is Power and those to weak to seek it. He gets you on his side by telling you that joining him gives you power. But my question is, what power? What are we in control of?" she paused to look at him sharply and when he had no answer she continued, "Nothing. The answer is nothing. We aren't in control and until someone does something the Dark Lord is still in control. To him, he is the king and we are the pawns in this chess game. And you know what happened in a chess game." she said.
"The pawns get whipped out and the king doesn't." sighed Draco, "I see what you mean." he sighed. She smiled, "I thought you'd see it my way." she said. He smiled and she ran her fingers back over his slick hair, "You hair looks good like that." she said.
"Thanks." he said. "Promise me you'll make friends alright?" she asked. He nodded. "Like who?"
"The Weasleys are a good start." he frowned at her suggestion.
"Oh come on!" she said. "Those are probably some of the nicest people you could meet!" she said.
"You've met them?" he asked raising his eyebrows.
"Well no, but they are said to be really nice."
"But they are poor! They wear hand me down everythings."
"And I'm sure they are a lot nicer than you." she said glaring slightly. He frowned. "Having nothing is what raises good people. Being poor doesn't bother them much, it teaches them to share what they have and be thankful for it. It teaches them that family is the most important thing and love above all else." she said.
"But they like muggles." said Draco.
"And you should too!" she said. "They have gone a lot farther than the magical world."
"What?" he asked. "Not possible." he scoffed.
"Haven't you ever dreamed of going to the moon?" she asked him.
"Yes hasn't everyone?" he said.
"Muggles went to the moon almost 20 years ago." she said.
He just looked at her. "Muggles were the reason the wizarding world has plumbing and if someone would figure out the right charms we wouldn't have to use candles and oil lamps to light everything. We can learn a lot from them. Did you know that muggle borns have and advantage, if they were to take galleons melt them down and sell the gold in the muggle community they would get a lot more money for it which they could trade in for more than they took the first time." she said.
"Mudbloods have an advantage over us?" he asked.
She scowled and slapped his cheek. He just looked at her, clearly surprised. He touched his cheek which had color in it now.
"Don't call them that. Thats a wretched word." she said.
He frowned while rubbing his cheek grumbling rude things about her. "Oh, how nice of you." she said standing. He scrambled up and grabbed her arm, she turned to him with raised eyebrows and stern eyes. "I'm sorry." he said. "I was just mad, you slapped me."
"And I should do it again for the things you were saying." she said. He frowned and looked down, "You can call me later when you think about the things I told you. Give me your decision to not hate muggles or continue trying to be superior with your blood." she said. "But I'm telling you now, if you don't like muggles, muggle borns, or half bloods, you just lost a friend." she said leaving the room. He frowned and sat down. Hannah went down the stairs waved to Narcissa, bid her farewell and then left.
She flopped down on the couch at home, in 2014 Fred, George and Draco were her favorite characters and her mind was going to explode because she actually got to meet one of them and she is going to be going to school in the same year with the other 2! She was happy. Plus she was changing him, hopefully. She is at least giving him a choice. She sighed and then looked at the table in front of her, there were owl order forms there. She smiled picked one up and went to her room. She ordered 2 pairs of dragonhide gloves, and two size 2 pewter cauldrons that were shrunk down for convenience, 2 sets of the basic Hogwarts potion supplies. She attached a small bag with the proper amount of money and sent the family owl, Beaks, out with the order. She then went to her desk and started to make a list of things she needed to do.
Destroy the Horcruxes
Arrest Peter Pettigrew
Free Sirius Black
Move Harry to live with Sirius
Change Draco's look on blood status
Befriend the Weasley twins
Get hogwarts supplies
Go to hogwarts
Prepare Harry to face Voldemort
She stopped as an owl flew in the window with her order. She smiled and then went to the attic of the house with the stuff, this was the junk room that was organized. It had everything in it from old boxes to joke products. She smiled picked out some of her products she had and put it in the two shrunken cauldrons with the ingredients she then put a bunch of the wizard wrapping paper in it that had a moving quidditch game on each piece, each game ends differently, and then she sealed the box, wrapped it with Quidditch paper and then put 'To Fred and George Weasley' on the top in her half messy scrawl. She smiled and carried the weightless (No one said the empty boxes didn't have charms on them) box down to her room and then hid it in the closet in her closet where her broom and quidditch gear was. She shut and locked that closet and then shut the actual closet. She went back to her list.
Get Voldemort defeated without many deaths.
Fix Ministry (rid of dumb laws and death eaters)
Be Happy
She smiled at her work and then grabbed the key from the secret spot in her jewelry box, got out the key to the secret box in her desk drawer, opened the box, and slid her parchment inside. Her diary was in there too so she took it out, wrote he secrets in it and then put it in the box, locked it and put the key back. That secret box was protected, there isn't a spell known to open it, only the key. And there isn't a soul who knows the jewelry box has that spot in it, not even her parents, so no one can get into the box. She smiled and put the box back into her desk drawer and leaned back in her chair. This had to be wonderful!
She jumped as a voice rattled her from her thoughts. She looked to her fireplace and saw Draco's head. "I've made my decision." he whispered. She stood up and sat in front of the fire, "And?" she asked him.
He sighed, "I think- I believe I could tolerate the muggles and mud- muggleborns if you could tell me more reasons why I should." he said slowly. She nodded and said, "Come over and I'll make you a list." she said. He nodded and then disappeared, Draco asked his mother if he could go over while Hannah sat at her desk and quickly filled out a piece of parchment with reason muggles/muggleborns weren't that bad. He came over as she was almost done, "I'm not done with it yet, sit on the bed." she said not looking up from the parchment. He did and waited while staring around her room, since it changes every week he always looks to spot all the differences.
Finally, when she had a lengthy list, she gave it to Draco and he quickly read over it, questioning what the bigger words meant every once in a while. When he finished he looked to her, "I guess they aren't all bad." he said.
"I'd imagine not if they can make the worst villain there has been in the magical community and the mother of the symbol of the light." she said. He nodded, "So maybe you won't look at your Aunt Andromeda so bad then?" she asked. "Because the only things she did to get disowned was found love, to me that doesn't seem fair."
He nodded, "She has a daughter you know." said Hannah, "Her name is Nymphadora."
He frowned, "And I thought our names were strange."
Hannah laughed, "Don't worry, she'd spear you alive if you called her that. She prefers Tonks."
"How do you know all of this?" he asked her.
She smiled fakely and then said, "One hears many things." she said simply.
He nodded. "Now, mostly so you don't end up homeless," she said. "Don't mention any of this to your parents, just tolerate it like I do. Go with it, just with less enthusiasm alright?"
The 9, or still 8 year old nodded, "How do I do that?" he asked.
She chuckled, "If they rag on people that are 'less than us'" she said making quotes with her fingers, "Just agree and don't argue. But when you are school or at least away from the people who think like that, be more open to muggles and things." she said.
"Remember, the world isn't divided into Death Eaters and good people. We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are." she said quoting one her favorite adult characters of the series. Her, like every other Harry Potter fan from 2014 had adult or Marauder era favorites and then the other favorites.
Draco smiled, "I like that." he said.
"Oh great, I have more." she winked. His cheeks tinged to a light pink. She internally rolled her eyes.
"So." she said. "Have you officially joined the secret society of muggle loving freaks?" she asked in a cheery but serious voice.
He laughed and nodded, "Good!" she said. "You have a relative who did this." she said. "Sirius."
He nodded, "First one in the family to not be a Slytherin, and then he rubbed it in by taking Muggle Studies." Draco said, "But then he must have gotten tired of that, he changed sides and got his best friends and his wife killed."
"Don't bet and money on that." she said.
"What?" he asked.
"I'm sure one day the wizarding community is going to get one of my nasty slaps to the face and they are going to see he wouldn't betray James." she said. His hand went to his cheek, "If you're right, which you normally are, then I feel bad for who you slap." he said rubbing his cheek. She grinned and patted his head.
"Is your party still on for Sunday?" asked Draco yawning.
"Yes." she said after briefly reviewing those memories. "As far as I know."
Draco nodded, "I'll be there." he promised.
"Good." she said. 'Of course he would be, the little bugger has a crush on me!' she mentally giggled.
"The Weasleys," he said grabbing her attention again, "Do they have any kids my age?" she asked. She snorted, "If you were 1 year older I'd have to say no, but yes. They have a boy, the last boy they had, his name is Ron."
Draco nodded, "How about you, do they have any your age?"
"Yes, twins. Fred and George." she said. "They have 7 children in total."
"7?" he asked.
"Yep. Their eldest is Bill, who finishes Hogwarts this year, Charlie, who is going to be a 6th year, this coming year, Percy will be a third year in the coming year, Fred and George will be in my year, Ron is your age and then they have one girl. The youngest of all of them and is one year behind you." she said ticking off her fingers.
"Wow." he said. "That's a lot of kids! No wonder they are broke! They have more children then they can afford!" he said.
"Yes and our parents have less children than they can afford!" she said mocking his tone.
He looked at her, "That makes sense."
Draco went home for lunch then and she got something small for lunch from Tappy. She went back to her room and quickly stowed her list of why muggles and muggle related things are good into her locked box. Then she went to the 1st closet changed into her workout stuff and then grabbed her broom from the 2nd closet. She ran to the porch she had attached to her room. She hopped on the broom and kicked off and then flew around enjoying the rush you get from flying, the books didn't do it justice. She stopped in mid air and looked down, in 2014 she was afraid of heights, but this didn't bother her. She smiled, took the hair tie and then put her hair up and continued riding the broom she skimmed the treetops of the properties, scaring the birds. She giggled and continued flying, she tingled with something that had nothing to do with flying. She frowned, her parents may be the ones linked with the wards, but they won't feel it because neither are home, meaning she was linked with them too. And the tingling meant someone entered the wards, she didn't even have a wand yet! She went the perimeter of the house and didn't find anything, 'Maybe it was just the birds leaving it.' she thought. 'Yeah, that works.' she didn't notice there was a pair of redheads watching her fly. She didn't leave far from the Burrow, but they walked over hear and she was on the other end of Ottery St. Catchpole which was a long walk from the Burrow. They watched the girl flying, they knew there was a very rich wizard living here and they heard that the couple here had a daughter their age. "She's cute." said George.
"Called dibs." said Fred.
"Dang it!" George muttered and then swore under his breath. Fred grinned and watched her fly. Then he turned towards George and they started to debate over which position she would play. Fred insisted on Chaser and George insisted Seeker.
Hannah looked around, she swore she had heard something she scanned the perimeter and then thought, 'If I snuck in somewhere where would I go?' then she got it, 'The bushes!' she quietly flew towards the bushes where she heard a boy say, "I'm telling you! She's going to be a Seeker!"
And a voice just like it said, "Yeah well I'm telling you, she's going to be a Chaser!" She smiled when she saw red hair through the bush, her favorite characters come to watch.
"Chaser!"
"Seeker!" the two went back and forth until she landed by the bush, dismounted and crept toward them and then timed it and when George, she was sure of it, said "Seeker." she said with Fred, "Chaser!" and they both jumped.
She looked at them and they were staring at her, "I heard your conversation, if you're talking about me, I'd be a Chaser."
Fred nudged Georges shoulder and muttered. "Told ya!"
"So," she said propping her elbow up on the handle of her Nimbus 1700, it was the newest broom. "Why are you destroying my bushes?" she asked. They quickly got out of the bush and did their best to fix it. "Don't worry I'll tell them I fell off my broom or something, or get the elves to fix it." after she said it she frowned, that sounded snooty. "So why are you here?" she asked.
They blushed, "Well our parents told us that there was a wizard manor here." said George
"With a girl our age and we decided to check it out." finished Fred
"Me or the Manor?" she asked bending over, 'accidentally' giving them a view of her butt while she picked up her broom which she had dropped to try and fix the bush. She heard a bunch of umms and she stood up. She winked at them when she turned around and they both gulped and looked at each other.
She stuck her hand out to Fred, "Hannah Flaugh." she said shaking his hand. "Fred." she said when he didn't introduce himself. Then she shook George's hand, "George." she said.
"How'd you know our names?" they asked, she smiled, "Number one rule of knowing me. You've just broken it." she said. "It's don't ask how I know things."
They looked at each other and then back to her. "Hungry?" she asked them. They nodded, "Let's go then." she said walking toward the house. They followed her in and saw he rush up the stairs so they ran after her, then she realized they were going to see her present for them, she just decided to deal with it. She quickly put her broom in her 2nd closet and they saw the gift, but thankfully not the label. "You keep unopened presents," said Fred.
"In your closet?" finished George.
"No, I keep them in my second closet." she said then she turned, "Sorry that sounded really snooty." she apologized they just shrugged.
"Whats in it?" they asked.
"Oh, you know. Stuff." she said shutting the door before they could see who it was for.
"Who is it for?" they asked.
"Oh, you know. People." she said blushing. Then she walked to her door and saw them staring at her, "Still hungry?" she asked. They nodded. "Then come on!" she said and bounced down the steps. They went after her and she led them to the dining room, "Fuzzy!" she said as they walked in. The elf popped in, "Yes Mistress Hannah?"
"Please stop calling me mistress. You know I think it sounds to formal." The elf nodded, and she winked to the elf. Hannah then looked to the boys, "What do you want?" she asked. The quickly asked for 2 glasses of water and some chicken. Fuzzy nodded and then came back with two glasses of water and a bunch of chicken and some celery sticks Hannah had asked for. Hannah sat in her seat and gestured to the end seats for them considering the table only had 3 chairs. They quickly dug into the food and finished the food. "You said your last name,"
"Was Flaugh?" finished Fred to the start of George's sentence.
"Yep."
They both looked at her, "You know our first names, do you know our last name?" asked George.
She nodded, "Weasley." she said as she nibbled on one of the celery sticks.
"But I thought the Flaughs were pure blood supermists?" Fred asked.
"They are." she said smiling lightly. "My parents are avid ones and I only doing it for societal gatherings, and for my parents so they think I'm there perfect daughter they imagined would be the one to continue the line." she said. "But truthfully, I don't care about blood purity. Its a dumb concept, its impossible to steal magic and the ones who think it it are just dumb. I know full well that without breeding with muggles, we wouldn't exist now. Plus." she said. "Muggles aren't bad, they've done more than the magical world has. Muggle things fascinate me actually, but I swear to merlin, tell my parents and I'll be dead. And I'll tell you this, if I go down, it won't be alone." she said looking at both of them.
They nodded, "Wouldn't dream of it!" they said.
She smiled. "Good."
The twins smiled at each other when she laned back in her seat. "So," she said. "What do you want to do now?" she asked. They looked at each other, all three of them.
"So, you said about your rules, do you have more than one?" asked George.
"Yes, Rule 1- don't ask how I know things. Rule 2- don't prank me and expect me to not prank back. Rule 3- if you call dibs on me, and I know one of you did, cancel it because I get to choose who I want. Rule 4- Don't get me upset, I have a nasty temper. Rule 5- Don't lie to me or you will break rule 4." she said. They nodded, "So what house do you think you'll be put it?" asked Fred sitting back in his chair.
"Slytherin." she replied immediately. They both looked at her making faces, "You said what I thought I'd be put in, not what I want to be in. Slytherin was how I was raised but I'd jump for the chance to get into Gryffindor, because what house I get put in will be the decision as to whether I try out for the house team or not. If I'm in Gryffindor I would but in Slytherin I wouldn't. It's not like I would even bother, they only put boys on their team." she said. They smiled, that was better.
"Well good luck then, and we hope to see you in Gryffindor." said George. "But I have to ask even though I know I'm breaking rule one. I want to know how you knew our names and could tell us apart."
She glanced to Fred and the said, "I'll answer you if you answer my question first. Did you come to check out Me or the Manor? And if you say both, you are both getting slapped. Hard."
They nodded and said, "You."
She blushed, and said. "Alright, I'll tell you, but you can't tell a soul." she said. They nodded and she stood up and beckoned them. The followed her back to her room. She walked to her desk and quickly retrieved her key while making it look like she was taking off a necklace. She then bent over again and retrieved her box, unlocking it and taking out her diary. "I figured what I wrote in this was the easiest explanation. Read any other page I'll throw you out over that balcony." she said jerking her head to her porch. They nodded and she turned to the page in her diary handed it to them and then went in and changed back into her clothes she had on earlier and then came back out. She watched as they read about her having two lives. They read it all which was 3 pages long. When they were done they looked at her. Those pages told about how she loved reading the Harry Potter book series and how she knew what was to happen had she not interfered or existed. It told about her wanting to change it. To keep people alive.
'Well at least I didn't say any names of the dead. That would have sucked for them to find out one of them died and the other one had to live without the other.'
They looked at her. "So you knew our names because you read books about Harry Potter?"
"Yes, and it detailed about the Weasleys and a bunch of others." she said. "I fell in love with the series to the point where I had all 7 books, all 8 movies and did extensive reading on as many Harry Potter topics as I could."
"But you still have memories of a childhood here?"
"Yeah, a childhood I've didn't live through, just that I have memories of."
"That is awesome." said George.
"I know, but remember you can't tell anyone." she said.
"Alright. But you mentioned something about a big mission and a to- do list." said Fred.
Hannah nodded and opened her box and pulled out her to do list.
Destroy the Horcruxes
Arrest Peter Pettigrew
Free Sirius Black
Move Harry to live with Sirius
Change Draco's look on blood status
Befriend the Weasley twins
Get hogwarts supplies
Go to hogwarts
Prepare Harry to face Voldemort
Get Voldemort defeated without many deaths.
Fix Ministry (rid of dumb laws and death eaters)
Be Happy
They read over it and raised their eyes at the 'befriend the Weasley twins', "Why us?" they asked after reading the list.
"You two were my favorite characters. Wouldn't do me any good to be your enemy." she said.
"You said about movies?" said George, "Did they get cute guys to play us?" he asked.
"Extremely so but enough about the movies, any questions on the list." she said.
"Horcruxes, Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black, Draco, yeah. You might want to explain it all." said Fred and George just nodded.
She sighed and sat in her chair with her feet up on her desk and them on her bed. She thought, 'Look my dreams are coming true. I've got the Weasley twins in my bed!' she giggled out loud and they looked at her. "I want in on the joke." said Fred.
She looked to them, blushed and giggled again. "i just thought my dreams were coming through. The Weasley twins were in my bed!" she chuckled and both gulped while blushing. She rolled her eyes. "Horcruxes are a very complicated piece of dark magic, wait I'll be right back. We have a book on them somewhere." she said going out of the room, "I think Dad was right." George whispered, "Her parents have to be death eaters, a book on a complicated piece of dark magic? They have to be!"
Fred nodded, "She seems alright though."
"Yeah." said George. Then she came back with the book and was flipping pages, then she stopped on a description of them and handed them the book. She prefered for them to read things, watch their reactions instead of speaking. When they finished, "So you want to destroy these things?" asked George.
"Yep." she said.
"Whose are they, this seems to rare and vile for most." he said.
"It is, and they are Voldemorts." she said. "He, at this moment, has 6 of them."
"6?!" they said with raised and girly voices. She nodded. "It was done in the books so I know where they all are and I already have 2 of them." she said.
They looked at her, "Okay, so are you done with that topic?"
They looked at each other and then nodded. She smiled. "Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black. What do you know of them?" she asked.
"That on November 1st of 1981, Peter Pettigrew confronted Sirius Black in the middle of a Muggle street because he was the reason James and Lily Potter were dead. So Black panicked, blew up the street killing Peter and 12 muggles. Leaving on Peter's finger."
"Wrong." she said. They looked at her confused. "Sometime before July the 31st, there was a prophecy made about the one who will vanquish the dark lord. It says The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies... there were two possibilities for this person. Neville Longbottom or Harry Potter. He chose Harry Potter and Dumbledore found out, but how so is a whole other story. Dumbledore suggested the Fidelius Charm. The Potters agreed and asked their most trusted friend Sirius Black if he was going to be the secret keeper. He had agreed. But when the time came he backed out because he thought the best man to the wedding and godfather of the child is also the secret keeper move was to obvious and he knew he probably would last to long when tortured. Since they knew there was spy among them and each of them had their speculations. Most thought it was Remus Lupin, the 4th friend because the closest 3 to James was Sirius Remus and Peter respectively. So since Sirius wouldn't do it, and they thought Remus was the spy they went with Peter. Peter was ecstatic but he kept it hidden, they had just given the spy the job. Peter always was the weak one, needing protection from the highest you can go to save his own scrawny skins. Voldemort could provide that so he turned to be the spy. Peter told Voldemort when the Potters would least suspect it, a holiday. So James was in the living room putting on a bubble display with his wand. When he was done, he through his wand on the couch. When the door broke down he was defenceless. He told Lily to take Harry and go. So she was running upstairs when her husband got killed in an attempt to save them or at least buy them some time. Lily went to the nursery and put young Harry inside when Voldemort burst into the room. He gave Lily Potter a choice, step aside and not die because she didn't need to or stand in his way. She chose to stand and he killed her. Now you have to understand, love shared between a mother and child is undeniable and provides a very good protection. With the pure heart Lily had this only increased it. Her love for him, that ran through his very blood protected him because his mother died in an act of true love. So when Voldemort went to kill Harry it rebounded and blew a hole through the roof. You read about the Horcruxes so he already had anchors tying him to life. His body disintegrated and his soul was left to roam. Now Sirius Black had visited the flat of Peter Pettigrew and had found it empty that night. No sign of a struggle, so he realized what happened and took his flying motor bike to the house a Godric's Hollow. Everyone said it must have been him, he was there! There, but late. The Potters were dead and he couldn't help. One can only imagine the pain of seeing his best mate since 1st year, laying dead on the floor in the hall, but he moved to the nursery where you could hear crying so he knew there was hope. He saw Lily was dead but young Harry wasn't so he carried him from the house. Rubeus Hagrid was out front, to collect Harry. So Sirius gave him Harry and his bike saying 'he wouldn't need it anymore' and then went off to search for Pettigrew. On November the 1st, he found Peter and Peter turned on him, framing him for selling out James and Lily's secret he then cut of his finger changed into his animagi form, and blew up the street leaving Sirius to take the blame for everything." she finished the story.
Both boys looked at her. "Tell me." she said. "Do you know what happened on November the 2nd of 1981?"
Both shook their heads. "Not much truthfully. Other than Sirius not getting a trail, but still being put in Azkaban and that's the day your brother, Percy, found his pet rat yes?"
They nodded. "So, tell me how did his rat, Scabbers, get his name?"
"He says when he found him the rat had a scab on his foot and was missing a toe, but what does this have to do with Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black?" said George.
Fred gasped, "All they could find of Peter was a finger. You said when he escaped he changed into his animagi form. I'm gonna take a wild guess and say he was a rat?"
Hannah nodded, "We've been harboring an unknown fugitive!" said George.
Hannah nodded again. "Oh my!" they said.
"Don't worry, not your fault it is actually fortunate I know who has it and he's got brothers that fall for the young witch with all the secrets." she said. The twins blush, "Yep, and then they don't deny it." she said. The twins blushed even more.
"So, did I scare you two off or do you want to come back?" she asked.
"Oh, we're coming back." they said together making her grin widely.
"Good, tomorrow?" she asked.
They nodded, "Good, I get lonely here. All day my parents are at work, I have one real friend and he's not even my age. I could do with a couple of strapping boys." she said winking at them. They grinned and winked simultaneously at her. She giggled and blushed. "You should probably get going soon." she said walking to stand in front of them. They frowned, "I'm sorry." she said. "My parents will be home shortly." she said frowning too. The frowned and she hugged them, "My strapping boys." she said. They hugged back tightly, "Our witch with secrets." they said. She grinned and let go smiling. "Yep."
The laughed. "Alright, they should be coming like, now. You two need to go now." she whispered. They both nodded, "I need you to get the rat as soon as you can, I'll buy Percy a new pet his choice but I need the rat." she said. They nodded and she gave them some floo powder and sent them back to the burrow with another hug and a wave. She sighed and sat down on the bed, thinking about her new friends. She heard movements up the stairs and her mom opened the door to her room, "What did you do today?"
"Nothing. Flew a little, visited Draco and then absolutely nothing." she said.
Her mum smiled, "Have fun?"
"Yes."
"That's all that counts then." she said.