TRUTH

Summary: Memory Harrison is back for her second year at Hogwarts wit her best mates Fred and George, but an awkward summer with her 'parents' has left her wanting to know the whole truth about her past.

A/N- I know this is the second chapter in one day, but I've been writing nonstop because of a rare free weekend! Thank you to anyone who has put this story on their alert list already and to AngieK12 for reviewing! I really do appreciate it! Also, I apologise for the format issue, but I'm not sure how to fix it, so until I can, my chapters are probably all going to look like this.

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter.

She has no problem with secrets,

She knows how to keep them,

Never felt the need to let them show

-She, Parachute

Chapter 2: Vicious Tapestries

Since I had missed the conversation back on the train, I wasn't exactly sure what Fred and George had planned for dear, unsuspecting Hogwarts, but I distinctly remember the word 'First-years' being tossed around quite a bit.

The sorting ceremony had already taken place, much to my delight, but Dumbledore had yet to make his start-of-term speech. I was sitting at the Gryffindor table, Fred and George to my left, and Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor Quidditch team keeper, on my right. I wasn't involved in either conversation really, just concentrating on my own thoughts.

"Welcome all to another magnificent year at Hogwarts," Dumbledore began as the Hall became silent, "To all our first-years, Mr. Filch has asked me to warn you that the Forbidden Forest is off limits, and to our returning students, Mr. Filch has asked me to kindly remind you that that goes for you as well."

There were several snickers amongst the crowd. I knew from last year that it was a popular dare in seventh year to see who could go the farthest into the forest.

"Also," Dumbledore continued, hushing the murmurs of the crowd, "I am pleased to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, please welcome Professor Soben."

A rather tall man stood up from the staff table. He had short black hair and looked to be no more than twenty-nine or thirty. The Great Hall gave him a somewhat forced applause and he took his seat again, gaining a mere nod of approval from McGonagall.

"Now, I know you all must be very hungry, so tuck in!" Dumbledore clapped his old hands together and the golden plates before me filled with food. Normally, I would have jumped at the food, but suddenly I wasn't feeling very hungry.

Reminding myself I wouldn't eat till breakfast next morning, I decided to at least have some pumpkin juice. With my luck, I just happened to glance over at the Hufflepuff table, and there was Cedric Diggory, staring back at me-or rather-my stupid scar. I would have been glad the Cedric was actually giving me some attention and paying mind to me, but all I saw in his beautiful golden eyes was pity. He pitied me, and nothing more.

Frowning, I set my Goblet back on the long table and got up, but a hand pulled me back down.

"Ah, ah, ah, not so fast, Memory, you are essential in helping us with our little, presentation," Fred said, raising his eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes. "And what presentation would that be, exactly?"

"The one we discussed on the train. The one about teaching our dear first years all about Hogwarts?"

"Fine," I agreed, sitting back down. "But what is it you'd like me to say?"

Fred thought about it for a moment. "You, m'dear, can explain to the first years just what magic is all about."

I raised my eyebrows at him, but knowing better than to ask questions, reluctantly agreed and began to leave.

"Common room, 7:30!" Fred bellowed in my direction as I made my way out of the Great Hall.

I still didn't have the full idea of what Fred and George were up to, but I was sure it would be something that would land me in detention; although, it couldn't be worse than last year, could it? I mean, at least none of my Professors, hopefully, at least, were trying to kill me.

"That's not what I meant! Sheila, come on!" I heard a voice that sounded a lot like Charlie's call out after a seventh year Gryffindor who had long blonde hair. I recognized her from the Quidditch team. She spun around abruptly.

"Than what did you mean, Charlie? I'm waiting!" When Charlie said nothing, she stormed off towards the Hufflepuff common room leaving Charlie and I alone in the hall.

I avoided his gaze and continued on my way to the common room. "Hey, Memory!" Charlie called, jogging up to me.

"I had an, er, disagreement with our Seeker there," He said, walking faster to keep up with the brisk pace I was setting.

"I'm sorry Charlie, but I'm not sure how this concerns me," I said sharply. I instantly regretted it; maybe I should've eaten some dinner.

"Well, I was just going to ask you if you planned on trying out for the Quidditch team this year."

"I hadn't planned on it," I said honestly.

"Well," he said, looking at me, "I'm just saying that when you played at our house this summer, you were pretty good. Consider it?"

I did my best to hide a smile. "All right then. When are tryouts?"

"Seventh of September," Charlie called, walking back towards the Great Hall.

I smiled, glad to have something to look forward to this coming week.

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I pitied the First-years that showed up to Fred and George's 'meeting'. They looked so young and helpless, thought that had been me only a short year ago. The group of frightened-looking students were gathered around my favorite couch, and I realised, all listening to Fred and George Weasley.

"…and by all means DO NOT go anywhere near the tapestries in the castle, isn't that right Memory?" Fred asked, seeing me over the crowd that was considerably shorter than him.

I stifled a giggle. "Oh yes, they've been known to eat students when they're feeling particularly vicious, I said, setting down my bag and folding my arms.

I heard a few of the kids gasp, and one whisper, "My cousin told me they ate his twin!"

"Now," Fred continued, "We would like to also inform you that the suits of armor you've seen are very friendly and enjoy group hugs."

"And if you hug them long enough, they shoot Jellybeans right into your mouth," George added, nodding proudly.

"And finally, if you see a grey tabby cat in the hallway, step on its tail, I've heard it's good luck!" Fred said, looking pleased with himself.

I tried my best not to laugh at the thought of some kid stepping on the tail of what would either be Mrs. Norris, Filch's red-eyed cat, or Professor McGonagall, in her animagus form.

"That is all, thank you for joining us, oh, and a word to the wise, the painting next to the fat Lady loves a challenge." Fred winked and jumped down from the chair he had been standing on.

"Pretty brilliant, eh?" George said, nudging me with his elbow.

"Tremendously. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go to bed," I said, gathering my things.

George raised an eyebrow. "It's only 8 o'clock."

"I know, but I'm tired," I lied.

"Is there something you aren't telling me?" George asked, looking genuinely concerned.

"SECRETS DON'T MAKE FRIENDS!" Fred bellowed, bounding over to the spot where George and I were standing.

"Goodnight George, Fred," I said, following the staircase to the girls dormitory.

As I climbed into bed that night, I heard a scream and deduced that an innocent first year had probably just been 'eaten' by a particularly vicious tapestry.

A/N- Once again, I'm sorry about the format! Thank you for reading and please review!

-ValFish