IT'S NOT MY FAULT I'M IN LOVE

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter characters that you recognize. But Abby is mine, ALL MINES! I'm kidding, but she's mine. I MADE HER! Disclaimer is getting long…lol thanks (: I don't own SpongeBob either (:

I woke up in the morning, feeling refreshed and ready to tackle any problem that came my way. Ginny and Hermione were still asleep in their beds, so I slowly got up, trying not to make noise, and tip-toed down stairs to see Harry sitting at the dining table with Fred. I glanced at the kitchen clock and saw it was 2 in the morning. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I started to scream, but a freckled hand covered my mouth. I turned around to see George and sighed in relief. He laughed silently and walked downstairs. I shook my head and followed him. I sat next to Harry, but on the table.

"So, why are you guys up?" I whispered.

"I couldn't sleep." Harry looked up at me and raised an eye brow questing me.

"We needed to prank someone." Fred and George said together. I laughed and looked at them.

"Anything I can do?"

"Everything!" Fred smiled. "This'll be fun. Bill is coming home to come visit around 3 in the morning. He wasn't telling anyone, but he told George and me. If he comes home with you crying on the floor, it'll be great!"

I bit my lip. "Ok, how are we going to do this?"

"Put soap in your eye, and we have fake blood. Don't ask where we got it." George winked playfully and I slapped him on the arm and giggled. "Were going to place you in front of the door so it looks like we apparated back and you got splinched. We also know an invisibility potion that we'll put on your good leg."

"Are you sure the potion is legal?" Harry asked suspiciously and raised his eyebrows.

"As legal as Snape is!" Fred laughed. I smiled and nodded.

"Fine. Hurry up, Bill should be here soon." I began to remind him before he hushed me.

"Shhhh," Fred covered my mouth with his hand. I glared and he pulled back. "Go lay by the door, we'll bring the stuff over." Fred slipped out of his chair and George followed. I walked over to the front of the Burrow while Harry followed. I sat on the floor and waited.

"How do you think this is going to work?" I asked him.

"I don't know, and you never answered me why you couldn't sleep." He looked at me.

"Nightmare, okay?" I looked down at the floor. Harry and I have been having nightmares lately; Hermione kept pressing us to tell Professor Dumbledore. We both refused, though.

I looked up to see Fred, who had a bottle of fake blood. George came after him with a small bottle. They both smiled and bent next to me.

"Harry, pour a little of this on the tile over there." Fred pointed and Harry nodded. He uncorked the bottle and poured a bit. He used his finger to spread it around a little. I leaned back on my elbows so they could do their work.

"How am I going to act like I just got splinched?" I questioned them.

"You're the best actor I know, and you've seen people splinched." George raised his eyebrow at me, like what I said was the most ridiculous thing.

"Well yea, but I never have." I looked at George while he poured the potion on half of my leg. There was a tingling in my leg as I saw the bottom half of my leg disappear. I put my leg to touch it and still felt it. "I hope he doesn't trip on it."

"He won't." Fred looked over at the clock. It was almost 3.

"Go go!" I shooed them off. George stayed and we were going to have it look like he apperated me here. He kneeled to the side and winked at me. I giggled and looked out the window and back to Harry and Fred. They were up the stairs out of sight, waiting to rush downstairs. I smiled and heard a pop outside the window. I lay back and screamed, withering in fake pain. I gasped as George put his hand on my leg.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh." George mumbled. I groaned and heard the door open. Bill ran over to us.

"What happened?" Bill sounded panicked.

"I was apperated here with her and she got splinched!" George almost yelled, as if it was obvious. I heard Harry's feet run down the stairs and come over to me.

"Oh my gosh! We have to get her to Mugo's!" He half felt next to me on his knees. I let out another scream. Harry flinched away and Fred ran downstairs.

"Hurry! We have to get her there some way or another!" Fred yelped. I groaned and yelped. I screamed cringed from everybody. I made my body start to twitch and groaned. My leg suddenly began to sting, probably from the potion. I felt Harry slip something on my arm which made it disappear too.

"It's a spreading splinch!" Bill stood up about to go upstairs. This joke was going too far, we put a sound proof charm on all the rooms so no one heard us.

"Wait! Bill, it's not a spreading splinch, it's a potion. Fred made me do it!" Harry stood up.

"Harry!" George whined.

"Eh, it's alright. I was about to end it anyways." Fred clapped Harry on the back and smiled.

My forehead began to sting and I screamed again. The potion wore off so my leg came back. I felt as if my head was being ripped open. I pressed my hand to my head and groaned in pain. Harry bent down again and pulled my hand away from my scar. He looked at my hand and gasped. He looked at my forehead while the Weasley's looked at it too. I could see the color drain from their face through the tears in my eyes. I tried not to let them spill, as my head was "ripped open" again, and suddenly, just like that, it stopped.

"What happened?" I slowly sat up. Fred put his hand behind my back to support me. He picked me up wordlessly and brought me to the kitchen. There was a mirror above the sink, and I saw, pain and clear.

I am here. -Voldemort-

My hand flew back up to my forehead, but as I brought it down, it was gone. No scar, no trace it was even there. Fred let me down and looked at me. The rest of the boys came in and Harry ran over. He checked his forehead and saw something begin to write.

I will kill you, Potter's.

Like that isn't the normal thing. Voldemort wanted us dead-it wasn't a secret. He hated how I grew in America, where he couldn't go. I had grown up to talk with an American accent, but being at Hogwarts every school year, I could do both. My hair began to grow red; from embarrassment and that I was scared.

Fred chuckled, "Looks like you're in the family." I closed my eyes and changed my hair back to normal.

"I'm tired, I'm going to bed." I walked over to Bill and gave him a hug. I hadn't seen him in two years. Last year he had to stay at his work. I turned and walked up the stairs, yelling behind my shoulder, "Good night!" I started to limp again, even though I was trying to walk on it. Once I got in front of my door, I slowly opened it, only to hear everyone downstairs yell 'Good night' back. I flinched and slipped in to shut it slowly.

I collapsed into my bed and buried my head in my pillow. I traced my forehead where the cuts should be, but felt nothing. No scar, not blood, just my skin. I glanced at my finger in the dark and saw black, like my skin had been burnt. I hadn't felt pain, but I felt coldness. I shook my head, trying to forget it, and drifted off into a painless sleep.

~-~Next Day-Going to Hogwarts~-~

"Wake up!" I could feel a voice yell and shake me. I shot up from my bed and glanced around. I saw Hermione standing next to my bed. I could hear Ginny in the bathroom, and she walked out in a plain and simple red t-shirt and black skinny jeans. I threw my legs over the side of the bed and grabbed my crutches. I walked over to the bathroom and glanced in the mirror and saw my hair literally standing up. I sighed and sat on the counter. I leaned over to shut the door and lock it, almost falling off. I took of my brace and turned on the shower. I began to undress and jumped in the steaming water. I sighed relief and let the water run down. Grabbing the shampoo, I quickly washed my hair and grabbed the conditioner. I did the same and began to wash myself off. I was humming 'Check Yes, Juliet' by We the Kings. After rinsing off, I turned off the shower and grabbed my towel. After drying off, I took my hair dryer that I had grabbed from my suitcase. I tried off first and changed into black skinny jeans and a faded Beetles t-shirt. Slipping on my brace, I began to blow dry my hair and was brushing it at the same time.

Once it was dry, I grabbed my hair straighter and began that. I sprayed hair spray so my hair wouldn't stand up. I sighed and did my make-up: mascara and eye-liner. I brushed my teeth and spit out the toothpaste. Wiping off my mouth, I grabbed my crutches and walked downstairs and to the kitchen. I sat at the table next to Harry.

"Morning, sis." Harry yawned at me. I yawned too and laughed.

"Morning, how was your night after I left?" I questioned him

"Went back to bed. I'm guessing you did too?" I nodded.

I could hear a voice behind me and someone went around my forehead. "Be gone, evil spirit!" I could hear Harry gasp in surprise. I could tell it was Fred and George, so I pretended to go karate on him. I jumped up and fake karate chopped his head. "Hi-YAH!" I yelled. Fred dropped right to the floor playfully and screamed.

"PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" Fred laughed and I helped him up. He pulled my hand and hugged me. He squeezed me, for revenge and let me go with me coughing.

I glared. "Not cool." I tried to breathe but I smiled. I looked at Harry and saw him helping George up too. I smiled and walked over to Harry. "I'm making breakfast before we go, so Mrs. Weasley doesn't have to. Do you want to help?"

"Sure…" He sighed. I smiled and walked over to the pantry and stood on my tip toes. "Fred! George! Can you reach that?" I asked sweetly in my British accent. I think everyone figured out that when I'm in my British accent, I'm being nice and normal, but American means you should evacuate the room.

"Sorry, love, but no. You have to learn to live the muggle way!" Fred smiled.

"I live with muggles for half of winter and spring break! I know how they live." I glared, half way into my American accent.

"Go, go, and go! She's going American!" George pushed his twin in front of him and out the door. I heard their laughs and rolled my eyes. I stepped on the bottom shelf and reached. I finally grabbed the milk at the top of the cold-enchanted pantry. I tossed it to Harry who passed it to Ron, whom poured a tiny bit in the eggs. He handed it back to me and I put it lower. I hated being short.

I began stirring the eggs, and made eggs sunny side up alongside that. Harry began setting the table and Ron grabbed glasses. He was mumbling something about 'lousy brothers'. I smiled and put eggs on everyone's plates. "Fred, George, get your butt's in here!" I yelled outside. I heard a pop and Fred and George were sitting at the table. I shook my head and smiled. I looked to see Mr. and Mrs. Weasley walk to the kitchen.

"Abby, dear! You didn't have to do this!" Mrs. Weasley came and hugged me. I laughed.

"I had extra time, and this is our last day here. We have to leave in a few hours." I smiled and we all sat down around the table.

+~+~ AFTER BREAKFAST ~+~+

Harry rushed downstairs with his suitcase in hand. I was already at the door with my ear buds in listening to 'Last Friday Night' by Katy Perry (SHANE DAWSON'S SPOOF IS BETTER… (: ) I began humming and looked at Harry walk out the door. I followed after with my crutches. I had my carryon bag on my back and tried to grab my suitcase. I was beginning to fail and sighed.

"George!" I yelled. He ran downstairs standing at attention.

"Ma'am, yes ma'am!" He stood straight as a board.

"Can you carry my suitcase to the car please?" My sweet voice came out.

He sighed. "Fine." He picked it up and walked outside. "Beep beep!" George yelled when Harry was walking back. Harry put his arms out like he was driving and swerved to the right. I smiled and walked out after George.

"Thank you Georgie." I smiled and kissed his cheek brotherly. I've never had feelings for the Weasley's, never more than a brother. Ginny and Hermione were the girls who I could trust with anything, and I was hoping that wouldn't change. I walked back inside and upstairs to go get Hermione, who was just finishing packing. I slipped through the door and grabbed my guitar. I took my bag off my back and just held it in my hand. My guitar slipped to my back. "Hermione, can you pass me my sketchbook?" She laughed and threw it at me. I caught it and placed in my bag, along with crayons my friend, Briony, gave me. She was born in London but was moved to America. She printed out different pictures for me to color. I smiled at the memory and flipped through them. They were mostly from SpongeBob Square Pants and different muggle cartoons.

I sighed and packed my drawing stuff too. I left my stuff on my bed and kept my guitar on my back. "Herms, do you need help?" I smiled as she nodded.

"Defiantly." I began folding shirts and pants while she handled everything else. I placed them in her suitcase and closed it. "Are we ready for another adventurous year at Hogwarts?"

"Of course, what else do I have to look forward to?" Herms grabbed her bag and walked downstairs. I picked up my carryon and just carried it with my crutches. Limping downstairs, I finally made it smiling. Today would be the best day of my life; I would go back to my home, the home I enjoyed. So many adventured started there.

Once everyone got in the car, we headed off for the train station. I couldn't stop smiling, and I could tell Harry couldn't either. This is where we met; where our family got started again. We finally lifted off and I looked down at the ground. It was moving so fast; like we were in a jet. I couldn't wait to get there. I would get to say hey to Luna and Neville again. My mind suddenly switched to another person; a blonde I had met over the summer. I sighed but decided he wasn't going to ruin my new year. I wasn't going to let him.

The conversations began to form as I blocked them out. I put in one of my ear buds and listened to my iPod on shuffle. My eyes were heavy, until my head fell onto Harry's shoulder.

I felt my shoulders shake, as hands lifted off me. I opened my eyes to see Harry, leaning over me.

"We're at the train station." I could see his smile. I smiled too as I got out. I stood on one foot and tugged my crutches out. My guitar fell on my back and my bag in my hand. I walked in following Harry, who was pushing my cart. Kuwago was perched in his cage, his head cocked at me. I smiled and kept walking. Ron was behind me and I kept looking behind.

"Ron! Get up here; if I keep looking back I'm going to trip, again!" I smiled and he laughed. He jogged up next to me.

"Happy?" He asked.

"Very." He laughed again, until a body was in front of me. I looked up to see Draco, towering over me.

"Out of my way, Potter." He spat at me.

"Say it, don't spray it." I glared. I could tell Ron was trying not to laugh. Harry got pulled along with the rest of the crowd.

"What happened crippled? Tripped down the stairs?" Draco laughed and his two puppets laughed with him. The snot Parkinson clung to his arm, refusing to let go. She snorted as her pug-face scrunched up.

"None of your business, bloody ba—"Ron began to yell until I pushed him away. Ron tried to look back.

"Keep going!" I snapped. I really didn't want this.

"Have your girlfriend cover you, Weasel?" Dragon pushed me too far. I dropped everything and limped over to him. My fist connected with his face with a loud bang. I tried to take it to further damage, but Ron grabbed me and pulled me away. Fred came running behind us, muttering a spell to collect everything. He carried it behind us.

I tried to go back to Draco, him nursing his face as if it would help. He glared at me, but it didn't seem like a death glare. I wondered about that until we caught up with Harry.

"Abby! What just happened?" Harry almost yelled.

"I punched Draco." I mumbled, trying to hide my anger.

"Why?" Harry raised an eyebrow at me.

"He called me Ron's girlfriend…"

"Am I that bad?" Ron glared at me.

"No no!" I smiled. "Any girl would be lucky to have you."

"Mmhm…" Ron tried to hide his smile.

"Come on, let's go on the train." I limped over. Fred and George were standing in the doorway of one of the doors, leading to the train. Passing by several rude students, I walked into an empty compartment. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had followed me in and we all sat down, mindlessly talking. My crutches were laid by the window. My leg lay across Ron's lap, since he was the one sitting next to me. My head was rested on the cold window as I stared at Harry and Hermione, who sat across from us.

"Harry…do you think this year will be any better, I mean, were in our 6th year. We've been in trouble every year we've been at Hogwarts. I'm sure Snape is happy, but we live to make his life as annoying as possible. Can we finally have a good year? Be good for a year?" I questioned him.

"Abby, were the siblings-who-lived. I, for one, don't expect us to sprout wings and grow halos around our head. We'll never be good children. Harry's laugh filled the small space. I laughed with him, knowing this was all true. We quickly moved onto another topic- Quittage. Harry was now the Quittage captain, and Ron was finally trying out.

Harry and I went up against Malfoy in our first year up in the sky. He threw Neville's Remembrall across the field. We took off on our brooms; my small figure let the air fly past my body to make me go faster. I was placed as a Chaser. Harry got the place of Seeker, since I was bad at spotting stud out of the air. This was all because of my ADHD. I always had to be moving.

"So you're defiantly trying out for Quittage this year Ron? And are you Abby?" Harry looked over at Ron, then at me.

"Of course, why wouldn't I?" I smiled. Quittage is what Harry and I loved.

"Yeah, I'm just scared that I'll do terrible." Ron had said right after me.

"Ron, you will get in. Even if I have to help you practice, which I doubt I will." I smiled over at him. "So Hermione, why don't you try out?"

"I'd rather keep my feet on the ground, thank you very much." She smiled. I laughed at her and smiled. We all talked, something I barley followed. This is how out life should be, being with friends and working at school. Having no enemies, not having an evil-relationship with a teacher, we should be normal. Why did Voldemort have to put scars on us?

"Abby, what are you thinking of?" Harry snapped me out of my daydream.

"Nothing…nothing at all." My voice sounded dazed, even to me. "I'm going to go get some water from the trolley…" About this time should be when she should be beginning to go through the train. I took some coins from my bag and grabbed my crutches. I walked out, trying to make myself as small as possible. Slytherin was, weirdly, at the front of the train. Walking through Hufflepuff's part of the train, I entered the Slytherin part. I could've been walking in naked, for how everyone was staring at me. It was like I didn't belong anywhere, which I don't. I sucked it up and began to walk, and suddenly saw my face heading towards the floor. Looking up, I saw Goyle with foot stuck out and Crabbe laughing like an idiot. My crutches fell onto my head and to my side. I glared at them and stood up. My face began to turn red from embarrassment

"What's wrong, Potter suddenly not perfect?" I heard a drawl come from a seat nearest to me.

"Shut up, ferret!" I yelled at him. "Try and be normal! Maybe if you could be a little nicer maybe I would be nice!" My anger was pouring out in my words. "Maybe I should get Mad Eyed Moody to turn you back into your rightful form! Just buzz off! Your so called 'friends' are here to worship the ground you would spit upon! That pug Parkinson is your worshiper!"

"I am-"The pug began to talk.

"Stuff it!" I glared. I let my crutches drop and began to walk towards Draco, on a death mission. I heard the door open and close, as two pairs of feet came closer to me.

"Abby! What are you doing?" A freckled hand wrapped around my waist to keep me from walking forward. Fred bent down to pick up my crutches.

"Trying to kill that ferret!" I struggled to get away.

"You're not going anywhere, love." George whispered in my ear. "What did he do anyway?" He said louder for people to hear.

"Potter finally snapped." The ferret grinned.

This is when I really struggled. "Just let me punch him! Once!" I tried to kick George, but he kept moving.

"Let's go." George put his arm under my knees and made me fall. He carried me out bridal style with Fred behind him.

"So long, Potty!" Draco called after us.

I crossed my arms against my chest. "I'm done with him."

"Good. Now, don't go around picking fights. It's not good at all!" Fred said to me from behind us.

"But it's so fun!" I joked, smiling.

"Well, tell your brother what you just almost did."

"No! He may be proud, but he will ground me…some way or another."

"Then I'll tell him!" Fred went running through the train leaving me with George.

"No! Fred!" I sighed and George laughed at me.

"Just let him go tell Harry." George began leading me. My crutches vanished and were gone forever. George pushed past people and opened out compartment door and sat me down. Hermione had her head bent over a book.

"Where's Harry?" I asked confused. Hermione finally looked up and smiled.

"He's talking to Fred. By the way, I finally got a spell to heal you." She quickly stood up and took out her wand in one swift motion. She glanced at the book once more and began murmuring something I couldn't hear. Her arm snapped over to my leg and I felt my bone break. George quickly covered my mouth as I screamed and my leg heal again. I gasped and looked down, blinking.

I stood up slowly, testing out the new leg, and hugged Hermione. "Thank you! And can you tell me where Fred and Harry went?"

She laughed, "Out to the left. They went a few minutes ago, so they can't really be that far."

I smiled and ran out, total independent on my fixed leg. "Harry!" I yelled down the hall, earning me a few stares. Harry at the end turned and smiled at me. He began to squeeze through the crowed and towards me. "Harry, I'm sorry!" I had no idea if he was mad or not, but he looked happy.

"You're an honorary Potter!" Harry hugged me and dragged me back to the compartment. A look of shock was on my face. He's praising me or beating up someone?

"I am?" I cocked my head at him, confused.

"Yeah, Malfoy was beaten up by you!" Harry sat down and sat me down across from him.

"He was?" Hermione joined in and smiled at me. "Good job!"

I sighed. I somehow now felt bad about hurting him. Almost like I should be protecting him.

A/N: BAD ENDING I KNOW. I'm very confused with my stories; I need to title them on Microsoft better… I'll sort it out. I promise. 4 reviews for the next chapter but it might me late, I know I'm sorry ):

-Sunni-