Hullo there fantastic people. Im sorry that I took so long i promice to update much more.!

Disclamer: I dont own any of the charecters... or anything like that or anything that you reconize... Sooo yeah... J.K Rowling is amazing.. yeah.


When I woke up I first throught that I was still asleep, because I was cuddled close to George. I thought I was dreaming, I drempt about George often, so I was slightly suprised when last nights events flodded back into my mind.

"Good morning Izzy,"George muttered into my hair.

I couldnt help but smile. I had missed George so much while I was in France. "Hullo George." I sat up and looked at him, his hair was a mess, his eyes were half closed, he needed to shave and he seemed to be content. He always looked exactly like this in the mornings.

"Thank you,"He said softly.

I smiled down at him and rolled off the bed. "Anytime George, any time."

"I may just hold you to that," George winked.

I shook my head and hurried to get dressed for the day. It would be buisy at Daigon Alley, as it was two days to when school would start. As I got dressed I thought about the first time I saw George after he left Hogwarts.

I of course had stayed to finish, to take my N.E.W.T's, so George and I wrote everyday, because at that point we had been together a over a year. As soon as I knew that April was safe in France with Mum and Joseph I went to Diagon alley.

I was walking down the main street in the pouring rain. The brightly coloured store, was the only one that still held joy, that was the only happy thing in a dreerey place. Not many people were inside, and I thought it might have been closed, but I pulled open the door anyway.

A bell dinged somewhere deep inside the store. I could tell by the empty shelvs and the packed boxes that the store was not yet open, also by the unfinished outside sign.

"Oh bloody hell, the store is NOT..."George bellowed, he stopped when he saw me standing there, Drenched, probably resembeling a drowned cat.

"Izzy?"He asked. "What were the first words I ever said to you?"He demanded wearly.

"You asked me what my name was, and you thought my accent was funny,"It wasnt as pronounced as Aprils anymore.

George ran forward and hugged me tightly, "I missed you so much,"He muttered. I smiled up at him, kissed him, then hugged him again.

My memories were so happy, and usually featured the other bright red haired twin. I frowned, I missed Fred. He was like family, the same way Ginny, Alicia, Katie, and Angelina had grown to be.

"Veriety wrote me, she is going to come back and is going to train Zander for me. So I can look at the shop in Hogsmead,"George said quietly from my doorway.

"Okay, will they be able to handle it, or do I need to stay?"

"No, Veriety's sister Honor is comming back as well. They both worked here before, so they know what has to happen," George said quietly.

We both ate in silence, then went downstairs. Zander was standing outside the door, he was making small sparks with his wand to amuse himself.

"Hello Mr. Weasley. . He said brightly as George unlocked the door."

"Please, call me George, and her Isabelle,"George muttered as he went through the store.

Two tall girls, one with blonde hair the other with teal hair walked in. Except for their hair colour they were identical, I bet they did that on purpose, just so they weren't confused for eachother.

"Hullo, George. I take it that you are Zander, and I know you already, nice to see you Izzy,"Veriety said brightly, I had met her when I first started to live with Fred and George, as I had worked here for a short while.

"Im Veriety and this is my sister Honor,"The blonde witch said.

Zander smiled, "Nice to meet you Veriety, Honor."

"Okay, now that were all aquainted. Veriety you are of course in charge. Its Zanders first day so go easy on him please, Honour its fantastic to have you back as well. Izzy and I have some buisness to take care of, but we'll be back soon,"George smiled weakly before leading me from the shop.

"Where are we going George?"I asked as he led me from the shop.

George looked down at me sadly. "We... I have a building at ..."George paused, waiting for Fred to finish. "At Hogsmead village, we baught it just after Ron was poisoned in his sixth year,"George winced, and blinked the tears from his eyes.

"Lets go."

George turned on the spot, leaving behind nothing but a dull clap. I followed suit and was squished as I was squeezed through the tight tube that was appriation. When I landed I looked around.

Not many people were out in the village, I couln't help but look up at the grand castle, memories flooded back in an almost painful fashion. Meeting George and Fred, playing quiddich, lounging by the lake, the yule ball, entering my name for the tournament. The dark ones also flooded back, April being hit with the curse that would kill her, Harry being brought into the castle grounds appearing to be dead, seeing the bodies of the many people in the hall, seeing Fred dead in the great hall.

"There you are,"George took my hand and led me to the building where Zonko's joke shop used to be.

Inside it was dusty, and dark. It seemed to be compleatly empty. But when I took a step forward a deep voice cackled around me. "Who dares enter?"

George froze, then relaxed. "Oi Frankie! What ya doin here. I told you to go to the castle!" George called.

A small house elf with a knit hat on walked out from the back area. "Master George, Master Georges friend, Frankie was just checking on the store, for when Master George comes back to see me,"The elf admitted quietly.

"Thank you Frankie, I'm here with my friend Izzy to get the store ready for the Hogwarts children, I would love it if you could go back to the castle and help out,"George said quietly to the little elf.

"Of course Master George, Frankie will return to Dobby and Keera, if you be needing anything just call Frankie Master,"The elf snapped his fingers and with a loud crack he was gone.

I waved my wand, "Snorgify," All the dust disapeared, George turned on the lights.

In the back there were a a bunch of boxes, George magicly sent all the contents to diffrent shelfs, I made little labels and signs for the shelfs. We worked in silence, not the awkward kind, but the kind that was shared between two people who had no use for mindless banter, because we knew what the other was thinking.

We went to the three broomsticks just after five, where all the time had gone neather of us knew. I looked around the pub as George got us some butterbeers. I saw a few people that I knew, but not many.

One woman in perticular caught my eye. She had long extreamly light curls, and fair skin. She was talking closely to a man with an eyepatch and battle scars. April... My sister sat maybe ten feet in front of me. I was frozen there until George came over.

"Who does that look like?" I asked pointing to the woman.

George looked to where I was pointing, "Thats April!"He exclamed loudly.

"Shushhh, Polyjuice?"I asked quietly.

George looked down at me, his eyes were wide as plates, he looked nervous. "I think so, only thing it could be,"George sat down oppsite me and took a big gulp of butterbeer.

"Should I make a scene in the pub, or wait for her to leave?"

"I'd go for the later, I don't think you'll want to many witnesses,"George muttered.

We watched my sisters imposter for a half hour before she finaly stood up, she shook the mans hand and walked towords the pub. Just before she left I shot an anti-disaperation charm at her.

When George and I left the pub I saw her frowning deeply as she tried to turn on the spot. I took out my wand and pointed it at her chest. "Who are you?"I demanded. I looked at the girl who was pretending to be my sister.

"Ap... April Voulier,"She studdered.

I laughed a humourless burst of laughter. "Liar, now we can do this the hard way, or you can tell me who the hell you are and why your impersinating my dead sister,"I growled.

"I am April Voulier."

I raised an eyebrow and closed the distance between us, I pushed her up against the neerest wall. Silently I cast a charm that would reveal her true fourm. I had come quite good at this one, as I put it in all the door and window ways in any place I had been in during the war.

My sisters face contorted in pain as her skin started to bubble and darken. She grew taller, her hair shortened, her eyes turned from dark grey, to muddy brown. Her perfect teeth twisted slightly to become yellow and in serious need to Muggle braces.

I looked at the woman, I knew her immendently. "Filthy blood trator,"She hissed in a harsh accent. This woman was, of course, a supporter of Voldemort. How she had not been rounded up at the ogwarts I didn't know.

"What do you want with my family," I puncuated each word with my wand moving closer to her face.

She kackled a high horse laugh. "That thing you call a mother of course. She has a little debt that her husband left her with, the debt of life. I wanted the whole set, but your mother seems heavly guarded. So I guess you will just have to suffice,"She managed to get a hold of her wand and knocked me back.

"GEORGE, GET HELP!" I bellowed. He nodded and turned on the spot.

The woman shot a curse on me. I had dueled her before, she knew that. We fired curse after curse, people were watching from windows, but the didn't do anything. In fear.

"Good dueler, just like your brother,"She sneered.

I growled and faughed back harder. She was getting tired, but I was fueled by anger. "You killed them didn't you?"I growled.

"That I did, little witch. I did, your daddy pleaded for me not to touch his dear son, or to go after his girls. April or the other one. Isabelle,"She was egging me on. Furling the fire.

"Maybe you'll be aquainted with some friends and family in Azkaban."

"Little witch."

That pissed her off, she shot a jet of grey light at me, I tried to block it, but I wasnt fast enough. It hit me squaire in the chest, before I fell I used any power I had left to shoot a body bind curse at her. My vision clowded over, I could no longer smell anything, I couldn't feel the cool stones as they met my skin, I cuouldnt hear, as George and minestry officials appeared at the scene. I felt nothing.

I drifted in and out of blackness, sometimes it crushed me down, sometimes it drowned me, depriving me of oxygen. Sometimes it played my worst thoughts, memories, fears and pain in little movie like secquences. Sometimes I could hear worried voices, but mostly I was locked inside my head, pain as my only company.

Just as I thought I was on the brink of madness my sences came back. I could smell flowers, also a mix of cinnimon and mint that was extreamly femilar and pleasent. I could feel someone holding my hand, I could feel light sheets draped over me. I could hear the ticking of a clock, I could hear someone's steady calm breathing.

I opened my eyes, but all I saw was blurryness that gave me a headach. I forced my eyes closed, then opened them again, only to be greated by the same blurryness. I tried to speak, but my throat was so dry that nothing, but a small groan come out.

"Nurse, she's awake,"George said calmly to a someone.

A blurry figure came into my line of vision. "Here, drink this,"A kind sounding voice said. She put a cold cup in my hand. I sat up and put the cup to my lips, in hope that it was something that would bring my vision back.

I took a sip of the bitter drink and swallowed. "You have to finish it dear," I nodded and downed it. I couldn't supress the shudder that followed.

Much to my dismay my vision stayed unpleasently blurry. "How do you feel Dear?"The witch neer me asked.

"Fine... Except my vision."

"Whats wrong with it?"

"I can't see anything. Its all blurry, like everything is covered by a very opaque sheet,"I said quietly. George squeezed my hand gently.

The nurse sighed. "We thought that may happen. The curse she used on you is a dark one, that has been not seen in a while. But it targets a sence. Some people loose it compleatly, but you will just need glasses," She said softly.

I nodded. "When can I leave? What time is it?"

George squeezed my hand again, "Iz, you have been out for five days. Its september third."

"Oh!. When can I leave?"

"As soon as we get you your glasses,"The nurse scurried from the room.

"The minestry wrote you, I didn't open it, you can read it when we get home."

"Thanks,what happend to the woman?"

George chuckled. "Well once we finaly go the curse off her, she was sent to Azkaban, and she was questioned. We tried to find your Mum, but her trail disapeared."

I sighed, my hope was growing dimmer. I didn't think that Mum could fight well, so odds are that she couldn't duel someone like a former death eater. Like im sure that eye patched man was.

Someone hurried back into the room. "Here you are, try these,"She thrust a pair of glasses into my hands. After some struggeling, and eye poing I got them on. The blurry veil was lifted.

I sat in a small white room, George was to my left, and a small nurse to my right. "All good,"I smiled. I looked at George, he had not shaved in many days, and he had light orange fuzz on his face.

"You can get changed, then check out with the woman at the desk on this floor."

I changed, went to see the head nurse and left st Mungos hospital with George of course. We went back to the apartment, it was almost ten, so the store was long closed, Veriety, Honor and Zander long gone home.

"Here, it came yesterday,"George handed me an envelope with the minestry on it.

I opened it.

Dear Isabelle Voulier

We are very sorry that we missed one miss Saron Welque, we hope that you are feeling well. We also regret to inforum you that your position at the Department for International Affears has been filled by a person with more seniority and expeirence.

We wish for you to come to the minestry on the fourth of September, of you are awake. Please owl your responce as soon as you come too.

We are sorry for any and all inconvience.

Sincerly, Joseph Rietmen senior undersceretary to the minister of magic.

George read it over and frowned, "Wow, thats awful,"He muttered.

I nodded and he pressed another letter into my hands. This one bore the hogwarts seal.

Isabella Voulier

Miss Voulier, we wish for you to come to speak to me about a teaching position at the school. We currently have the position for Defence against the Dark arts open. As we both know, you are only of the age of 20, and much younger then most teachers, but having been your teacher previously I understand that you are amazing at magic, and should be able to do it better then who we have now.

Please write as soon as you awake. We wish for you to join us.

Menerva McGonagall, Headmistress of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardary.

I looked up at George, he looked down at me and nodded. "You know what you should do."

I nodded and took out my quill.

Dear...


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