:D i finished it! ENJOY

disclaimer:I wish i owned hp but oh well

Here's the thing we started out friends
It was cool but it was all pretend

Hurry up Roeland!" I shouted over my shoulder at my fourteen year old sister, who was slowly dragging her suitcase in the dirt behind her.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." I heard her grumble as I gave my own suitcase one last tug and exited the woods. I stopped and stood there, a small smiling playing on my lips, as I stared across the vast field and up at the Burrow, where inside my best friends were. Roeland came up beside me and for some time we just stood there, staring, in silence.

"So...are we just gonna stand here all day dreaming about going inside the Burrow or are we actually going to go inside?" she said finally breaking the silence.

"Huh?" I asked looking over at her, "Oh yeah. Come on, I'll race you!" we both took off running towards the Burrow door, neck in neck, as our suitcases were dragged behind us. We reached it at about the same time.

"Ha I win!" Roeland said grinning and pumping her fist up into the air as we both gasped for air.

"No…you…don't!" I said between breaths.

"Yes I do!" she insisted.

"Cheater." I mumbled reaching for the doorknob and giving it a twist. The door swung open and we both stepped inside. It was barely nine and yet already the aroma of bacon and eggs filled the sir. People could be heard bustling around upstairs. Mr. Weasley rushed downstairs.

"Morning ladies," he said rushing past us towards the fireplace, "Bye ladies, got to hurry to work!" he took some Floo powder into his hand before stepping in and throwing.

"See ya!" Roeland said dragging her suitcase into the hall and closing the door.

"Ahh…it's good to be home." I said smiling.

"Well it's good to have you home, darling." We heard Molly say as she bustled around the kitchen.

"Are you two hungry?" she asked poking her head from around the corner.

"No." I answered shaking my head.

"Are you sure honey?" she said coming out as she wiped her hands on a towel. I could still hear the dishes moving around the kitchen. She gave us a both a quick hug. "You two look as thin as a pole. Come on and I'll fix you an early lunch."

"No, no Molly, I'm goo-" I began but I'm suddenly interrupted by the clamoring of feet coming down the stairs, and yelling.

"Mum! We're going to meet Aubrey and Roe!" one of the twins shouted as their identical faces appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

"Oh, never mind mum!" Fred yelled when he saw us, a small smile forming on his lips. "Hey guys." Molly placed her hands on her hips and stared them down with the mum evil eye.

"I thought I told you boys to go down and help them with their bags! Instead you slack off and let them carry their own luggage through the hot sun!" she said pursing her lips.

"We were going to help them mum, we swear! We were just getting ready to go help them," George said, throwing his hands into the air.

"It's really our fault Molly, we left earlier than we originally wrote," I said, coming to the aid of the twins.

Molly looked between me and the boys before finally sighing. "Boys take their bags up to Ginny's room," she commanded. They stepped forward.

"From the way she talks you'd think you two were a bunch of pansies," Fred breathed, as he brushed passed me to grab my suitcase.

"Yes but she does keep you in check." I whispered back with a smile. He grinned back at me, before heading upstairs with George.

I was about to follow them when Molly spoke to us.

"Sorry, they were supposed to come meet you. I hope it wasn't too hot out. Are you sure you're not hungry? I can make you a sandwich or something."

"I'm sure, but maybe Roe's hungry?" I said gesturing over to her. Molly turned her attention to her and I quickly slipped up the stairs.

After taking the stairs two at a time and passing various doors, I reached the one I was looking for. It had a huge F&G on it and caution tap all over it along with a STAY OUT, sign, which they really didn't need, since I was the only one ever brave enough to enter anyway. I turned the knob and to no surprise found it was locked, so I gave a loud knock. Voices came from the other side followed by the scrambling of feet, as someone rushed to the door.

"Aubrey?"

"No, its professor Snape you dumbbutts." There was a pause before I could hear the click of many locks being unlocked. The door slowly crept open to reveal Fred Weasley standing there.

"Hey you're not Snape!" he said accusingly. I just rolled my eyes and pushed past him, making my way towards the bed. He closes the door and begins to lock it as I flop down on his bed.

"Not much has changed." I said kicking my shoes off, "So whatcha guys doing?"

"Nothing much, just you know, the usual."Fred said plopping down beside me, "Do you want some Bertie Bott's every flavor beans?"

I looked at the box he held out suspiciously. "What did you do to it?"

"Nothing." He said and I narrowed my eyes.

"How come I don't believe you then?"

"I have no idea. Maybe because you have trust issues?" he said with a small shrug, "but anyway I can assure you, there is nothing wrong with them."

"Uh huh, suurree. Hey George! What did he do to them?" I asked turning to look at the other red-headed twin who was sitting at a desk in the corner.

He shrugged, "As far as I know nothing, but this is Fred we're talking about."

"Oh wow hey! Hurt feeling here!" he said with a mock face of hurt on, "I'm not honestly that mean am I?"

"Sometimes," I said with a small shrug, "I mean remember last year, when you tried out that Forget Me potion on that poor innocent first year?"

"Hey he had it coming!"

"Plus the time you replaced Ron's food with dragon pooh," I said with a giggle, "And not to mention thousands to millions of pranks you've made up and pulled on people."

"Aw yes, good times, good times," he said placing a hand over his heart and wiping away an invisible tear.

"And what about when you placed a love potion in Aubrey's drin-… that was supposed to stay a secret, wasn't it?" George said whirling around with wide eyes.

R&R and i will give love. which reminds me i don't wanna write the Quidditch World Cup. i know sad but maybe i'll change my mind...oh well.