So I went ahead and wrote another chapter quickly since I was so late getting the last one up. I hope you enjoy it!

Ginny looked at Amy as though the latter was insane.

"We can't just pretend to be each other, Amy," Ginny said, "It wouldn't work. Someone would figure it out."

"Sure we can," Amy said, "And we're identical."

"But we don't know anything about each other."

"Sure we do," Amy pointed, "You're Ginny and I'm Amy. You're a witch, and I'm not," her face fell, "Wait, we can't switch: I can't do magic."

"Oh, that doesn't matter," Ginny waved her off, "I'm not really supposed to be doing magic anyway. Mum gets mad when I do. She'll just think I'm being good because I want something."

"Okay," Amy was smiling again.

"But I still don't know anything except that you have an Aunt Sharon and two playground friends."

"How did you know that?"

"I saw you playing with them. I think your boy friend saw me."

"Rory is NOT my boyfriend!" why did everybody think that?

"No, no, I didn't mean it like that. I meant he's a boy and your friend," Ginny corrected.

"Oh, okay," Amy recovered, "Well, that's Rory. He's an idiot. My other friend is Melody, but we call her Mels. And I can teach you what you need to know."

"Okay, but what about your accent?"

"Oh, just because I use my Scottish accent doesn't mean I don't have an English one as well," Amy said in a perfect accent which sounded nearly identical to Ginny's voice.

"Okay, so you can do the accent," Ginny said, "Maybe, maybe we can do this."

"Sure we can," Amy cheered, "Why don't we go to my house so we can teach each other and then I'll catch the last bus to Ottery St. Catchpole, you said?"

Two hours later, Ginny sat with Amy in her kitchen, eating bacon and making sure they knew everything about each other.

"Okay, so my brothers in order are?"

"Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George, and Ron," Amy recited, "And Bill, Charlie, and Percy are all at Hogwarts?" Ginny nodded. "Okay, good. Tell me about my family and friends."

"You have an Aunt Sharon, who is never home, and your best friends are Rory and Mels," Ginny said, "Rory is not your boyfriend, no matter how many people tell you different."

"Good girl," Amy nodded, "You live in a house called 'The Burrow' a little ways outside the village and have to help your family with chores. Your dad works at the Ministry of Magic, which is super cool by the way," Amy smiled, "So you help your mom make dinner."

"Good. How do you de-gnome a garden?"

"Pick them up by their ankles and swing them until they're dizzy and then lob them over the garden wall," Amy laughed, "Oh! And you don't let them bite you! What am I afraid of?"

"The crack in your wall," Ginny whispered, "And that the Raggedy Doctor will never come back for you," she paused, "Amy, is the crack in the wall really that scary?"

"Well the Doctor tried to fix it, and he did somewhat. But I thought I still could hear really quiet whispering," Amy said seriously, "But it doesn't hurt you. What is the Doctor's favorite food?"

"Fish fingers and custard, gross," Ginny made a disgusted face, "What are my favorite band and Quidditch team?"

"Your favorite band is the 'Wizarding Sisters' and your Quiddirt team is…"

"Quidditch, Amy! Quidditch!"

"Right, Quid-DITCH team is the Holyhead Harpies."

"Good. What do I collect?"

"Seals from Hogwarts letters. What's my favorite hobby?"

"Picking on Rory, but if anyone picks on him, you bite them!" Ginny laughed.

"Exactly," Amy laughed too, "Is there anything else I need to know?"

"No," Ginny said, "Oh wait! Errol!"

"Whatle?"

"Errol! He's the family owl."

"And that means?"

"Wizards communicate by sending owls, so if you need to contact me, you'll have to send a letter with Errol."

"I can't call?"

"We don't have a phone," Ginny said somberly.

"Oh. Well," Amy sat there, "Well, we'll make it work. It shouldn't be too hard to send a letter."

Ginny smiled at her, "I guess you should go catch the bus. I imagine Mum and Dad and the rest of the family will get home not long after you do. You can call from the village phone to let me know if there's a problem when you get there."

"Okay," Amy stood up, "Well I guess that's it then. Ready to be me, Amy Pond?"

"I think so," Ginny said in a passable Scottish accent, "Are you ready to be a Weasley?"

"Yes. I guess I'll be going then," and with that, Amy Pond left.

Not long after, Amy Pond, now in Ginny's clothes got off the bus in Ottery St. Catchpole. She quickly found the village phone and called her house in Leadworth. After talking to Ginny who was improving with her Amy voice, she hung up and looked torward the town exit. Steeling her nerves, she walked up the path and soon found herself at the gate to the Burrow. She got through the front door when she heard a voice exclaim, "Ginevra Molly Weasley! Where have you been?"

At first, Amy thought it was Ginny's mum back early. She gulped.

"Ginevra, come in here! I'm 98 years old and I'm not coming in there to yell at you!"

"I don't think you need to. I can hear you from here," Amy shouted back, forgetting to use her Ginny voice.

"Excuse me? Come in here now!" Amy went into the sitting room where she found a large, old woman stretched out in the recliner. "Ginevra, why do you have a Scottish accent?"

"Um, I was just pretending," Amy said in a British accent, "Sorry, ma'am," Amy had forgotten this woman's name.

"Since when do you call your Auntie Muriel 'Ma'am'?" Muriel laughed, "You've gotten a lot mouthier since last time I was here."

"Sorry," Amy muttered.

"Don't be sorry! Never apologize for having a backbone!" Muriel said haughtily, "Goodness knows someone in your family should have one!" she laughed, "But where have you been?"

"Leadworth," Amy decided to tell the truth.

"Odd place to go when running away," Muriel mused, "But since you made me laugh, and you came back, and because I got my nap today," Muriel smiled, "We'll just keep that our little secret, shall we?" she winked. Amy nodded. "Good, but best go to your room before your family gets back."

Thanking Santa, Amy made her way up the rickety staircase, hoping that Ginny was doing well in Leadworth.

Okay, so that was Chapter 3...hope you liked it. Any ideas of misadventures these two mischievous redheads could have? Review and let me know :)