Mr. Weasley had them all up at the before dawn the next morning.

"Nikki, dear, will you go get the boys from upstairs for me, please?" she asked, trying to force her stubbornly tired daughter out of bed. Nikki grunted an okay, and walked upstairs tiredly. She walked up to the door label Forge and Gred, and opened it. She stumbled over to Fred's bed and fell on the bed next to him.

"Your mum says to get up," she murmured as he threw an arm over her. She snuggled in to his bare chest, laying a kiss on his pulse.

"I don't wanna…" he whispered, kissing the top of her head. "George, geddup!" Fred grabbed a pillow and tossed it at his twin.

"'M sleepin!" George grumbled loudly, rolling over and covering his head.

"Well, while you're sleeping, Nikki and I are gonna have a nice snog session," declared Fred, leaning down to kiss her neck. Nikki giggled characteristically, and leaned up to kiss her boyfriend.

"You two are disgusting!" George grumbling, getting up. Nikki pulled away from Fred.

"Will you get Ron and Harry for your mum?" George waved her off and walked out of the room. Nikki smiled at Fred. "I think he's warming up to me."

"He didn't flip you the bird. It's a start," Fred leaned down and kissed her nose, before getting up and going to rummage through his drawers. Nikki leaned back, resting her arms behind her head. Fred and George's room was small, with two of every set of furniture on either side of the room. Twin beds with Chudley Cauldrons bedding, twin desks, and twin dressers. The room also had a unique smell.

"Fred, how come your room smells like gunpowder?" she asked.

"George and I's experiments," explained Fred as he started to take off his pants. He paused and looked at her.

"Take it off!" she ordered jokingly. Fred smirked at her, and took off his pants slowly, then threw them on her head. She laughed and pulled the red fabric do just enough to uncover her eyes. Fred was in nothing but his Chudley Cauldrons boxers. He was well toned and tan from Quidditch, she assumed, with freckles dotting all over. "So, are those freckles everywhere?"

"You wanna find out?"

"Nikolyn Dorea, get out now!" Sirius yelled angrily, rapping on the door. Nikki laughed, throwing Fred's pants back at him as she got up and walked out. She laughed at her dad's angry face. "Go get read, princess," he ordered, pushing her towards the stairs. "I'm gonna talk to Fred." Sirius stepped into the room. She grumbled, unhappy that her father was meddling.

"Oi, Black, wanna help me test out a new invention?" Nikki looked at George, standing on the staircase, with what looked like an ear on a fleshy string in his hand. He walked over and kneeled in front of the door. "This is an extendable ear. Fred and I are finishing it up." She nodded and kneeled down next to him. George offered me one of the earbub like ends of the string, and put the other end in his ear. She followed suit.

"I like you, Fred, and I actually like you with my daughter. But she's my daughter, and she's still a little girl in pigtails to me," she hear her father sigh, though it was a little static. "I guess its something I have to deal with, missing 12 years. Just…don't hurt her? I hurt her mother more than I'd like to admit…and I don't want that for my daughter."

"I had no intentions to, Sirius," Fred assured. "She could probably hurt me more easily than I could hurt her. I wear my heart on my sleeve…Nikki on the other hand…well, she's a Slytherin for a reason. Not that it's a bad thing…nor a good thing." There was a pause, where Nikki assumed her father was smiling.

"I'd also appreciate it if you kept your pants on around Nikki," he said, half-jokingly.

"She told me to take em off," Nikki could imagine Fred shrugging, with an amused smirk. "All joking aside, that wasn't sexual at all. It was Nikki and I playing around. Like something I'd do with George or one of my roommates."

"What the bloody hell were you two doing in there, Black?" asked George, looking at her.

"I was treating your brother like a cheap stripper, Weasley," answered Nikki with a smirk.

"You weren't really…were you?"

"No, Georgey, I wasn't."

"Don't call me Georgey."

"Don't you think we should try to get along?"

"I'd say you two are getting along pretty well, considering your past relationship," The two looked up at Fred, innocent smiles plastered on their faces. "So, did the extendable ear work?"

"It works pretty well," answered George, standing up.

"A little static," Nikki added, standing up and taking the ear from George. "This thing is bloody awesome. How come you don't show me other things you've invented?" Fred smiled.

"We try to keep things quiet. George only showed you the ear because this was an opportune time to test it."

"You two invented this?" Sirius took the ear from her hand. Nikki pouted.

"Yup." Fred answered.

"We intend to open a joke shop." George continued.

"But don't tell mum." Fred sighed.

"She hates it." They said in unison. Sirius looked at them.

"I didn't think twins actually did that," he mumbled. Nikki resisted the urge to say she didn't either and thought it was kind of creepy. "This is quite interesting."

"Thank you," Fred smiled.

"That means a lot from you," added George. "We admire you."

"You do hold the record for most detentions given in one day."

"With James Potter."

"Don't tell me you two have some stupid notion about breaking that record?" asked Nikki, rolling her eyes. "Its much better not to get caught." She wasn't heard. The three pranksters were too busy discussing various whatnots of the trade. Nikki figured she could learn from listen to what knowledge her father could share, but she already had a prefect badge to abuse. Plus, she was sure she could convince Harry to lend her the fabulous Marauders' Map from time to time. 'Or get Remus to show me how they made it,' she thought, knowing it wasn't going to happen, as she walked back down to Ginny's room to get ready.

She dressed in a simple green tee-shirt and jean shorts, and grudgingly doing her hair the muggle way. She'd run out of her styling potions the day before, and should have gotten more before coming to the Weasleys, but she didn't. She couldn't wait until May, when she'd finally be able to use magic outside of school. She tossed the few things she'd gotten out back into her bag and went downstairs. As soon as she stepped foot on the bottom step, Mrs. Weasley was forcing her into a seat between Fred and Charlie, ordering her to eat.

"Your so thin, Nikki dear, do they not feed you in Slytherin house? Or maybe your mum can't cook! Harry so thin too," She looked over at Sirius. "Sirius, can your wife cook?"

"Better than I can," Sirius took a bite of food. "But no where near as good as you, Molly."

"I don't find anything wrong with mum's cooking," Nikki declared, taking a bite of the food. It was absolutely delicious. "Mrs. Weasley, teach my mum to cook!"

After breakfast, they all headed out to catch the portkey. Nikki walked a few paces behind Fred, George, and her father, discussing the different teams with Ginny. Nikki had to admit, she was growing fond of the soon-to-be third year.

"Vicktor Krum," said Ginny very simply. "That's why Bulgaria will win."

"I'll admit that Bulgaria is good, and Krum does strike my fancy, but I've got some hope for Ireland," declared Nikki. Hermione walked beside them, completely lost. "If anyone's gonna be Bulgaria it's gonna be them." They meet up with the Diggorys near the portkey. Nikki knew the son, Cedric, from Prefect duties. He seemed nice, but he was a Hufflepuff, and being a Slytherin, she had little respect for them. In all honestly, Slytherin had more respect for Gryffindor than Hufflepuff. They were so…loyal. Like dogs. It was sickening to a point. Sure, Gryffindors were loyal, but they were also brave and would do what they felt was right. Hufflepuffs were more blind followers.

"You've got your Slytherin look on," She looked up at Fred.

"Finally done Hero Worshipping my father?" she asked. "You know, that's kinda creepy. You're my boyfriend, and you hero worship my dad."

"Hey, not my fault you're the daughter of one of the best pranksters Hogwarts has ever known," declared Fred.

"Are you really his kid, Black? I mean, your so…ehhh," George seemed to not have a word to describe her, so settle for the noise of neutrality.

"I'm pretty sure I'm his," she declared. "I mean, its not like I don't look just like him or anything," she added sarcastically. Fred chuckled and put an arm around her.

"Charlie still fancies your cousin, y'know that?" he whispered, pointing ahead at his brother.

"Well, they've kept in touch over the years," she murmured. "But, he broke it off with her, didn't he?"

"Yeah, but I'm sure its cuz he was going to Romania, y'know? Mum's always nagging him to find and good girl, and she was so angry that he let Tonks go for apparently 'stupid' reasons,"

"Stupid reason we haven't been privy to know," added George.

"Well, Dora fancies someone else now," murmured Nikki. "Someone I'd be very happy if she married."

"Who?" asked both Twins. Nikki had a feeling they were spying for Charlie.

"Tell Charlie to ask her himself," she declared as they reached the portkey.

"Tell Charlie to do what now?" asked Charlie, looking back at them.

"Nothing," the three chorused.