A/N: Sorry, I've been really slacking off. I should update sooner. But I've been lazy. I've also been working on homework, and a challenged called A Sugar Quill too many. Anyway, enjoy the chapter. ZutaraFWHG4eva

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, he and the characters belong to the brilliant mind of J.K. Rowling.

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Kianna walked along the halls. She was waiting for someone unexpected to come up. She wouldn't dare try to test her knew pranks on her twins. Neither pair. She was above that. But little un-expecting first years, and above? Well that was different story.

Jordan and Ian had promised that they would cover for her if she were to skip History of Magic. Not that it mattered. Professor Binns never noticed anyway. She just needed to see if anything was going right with her experimenting with joke products. Her dad (George) was always good in charms. Now that she was the top student in potions, she could put a little bit more effort into their potion making lines.

She sighed she noticed that the first years were changing classes, but at the same time so were the third years. Enough of the third years knew her and how good, well not good, she was at pranking. She didn't have the skills. Even though she learned everything from Fred, she still couldn't get the sneaking around part good. Kianna's footsteps were too loud, her breathing too heavy, and her hand wasn't steady enough.

Kianna took a deep breath and walked into the great hall. It was lunch and her cousin would be having a drink or something to eat, at least before heading off to the library. So she casually walked up to the Gryffindor table and held her hand very steady. Or at least tried to, her hand was shaking too much to really register that she was putting it in the wrong cup. She kept looking over her shoulder, looking for Filch.

Victoire walked up and smiled at her older cousin and said, her voice had a slight French accident (for Bill and Fleur had lived in France for a few years after the war), "Kia, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be studying?"

"I figured I wanted something to drink." It was then Teddy took the cup that had the potion in it. "No don't drink that!" Kia blurted. She nearly dived at her family friend, and this caused the goblet to spill out of his hands all over her clothing items. It had to be the worse day ever. She looked down at the drink all over her white blouse. Why she had to forget the vest today was beyond her.

It stained, but at the same time it burned. It was supposed to be a new and improve formula of the Canary Creams, except at the same time it was a sleeping potion, so when you dipped the fingers in it or drank it, you fell asleep then became a canary, or you became a canary if the fingers ran came in contact with it. She could see the feathers begin to sprout from her stomach (where the potion had landed) and she could also feel feathers begin to come out from her back.

A roar of laughter filled the Great Hall as she took off running. She ran straight to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom and locked the door. She refused to see anyone, not now. She was a disgrace to her family. Kianna sat on the floor holding her knees weeping.

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There was thunder, lightning, and a lot of rain. She could hear the shadows; see the shadows on the walls, the floors, surrounding her. Kianna couldn't handle the haunting of the dreams. They were laughing and pointing, making fun of the fact that Kianna couldn't take it any more. She ran, she wasn't even awake when she ran.

She sprinted down the corridors, unaware of everyone around her. Past Filch, past McGonagall, through numerous amounts of ghosts, and past Neville all the way down to the walls. It over looked the cliff of the Black Lake. She couldn't take the laughing any more. She couldn't even hear the voices calling her.

"Kianna Lynn Rose Weasley!"

She didn't hear the voice. She couldn't, she didn't want to either. Kianna stood up on the cement wall and held out her arms. She hoped that her death would be quick and painless, just like her fathers. Kianna didn't even know what she was thinking, all that she knew was she wanted to get out of this world. Go somewhere else. She didn't want to be at Hogwarts any more.

It was then two strong pairs of hands grabbed her pulling her off the wall. She was pulled into an equally strong pair of arms. They held her down and refused to let go. They wouldn't let go. Their voices were soft and calming, but it did not stop the tears from coming down.

"Kia,"

"You worry us."

She knew those voices. She knew where she was; she knew that they wouldn't let her go. She knew the twins, they were her twins, and they were concerned about her. Well, actually it was her second set of twins.

"You shouldn't be running,"

"Late at night. You could be,"

"Seriously hurt."

It was then Kianna began to cry. She couldn't live up to her fathers' expectations. She couldn't live up to anything, nothing her mothers' said was right. Kianna wasn't like Fred or George Weasley, she couldn't live up to their legends or their heroics nothing! She wasn't a Katie Bell or a Hermione Granger either. Her smarts weren't well designed, she wasn't the best at Quidditch, and she was a failure.

"Let it go,"

"It's easier for tears to come out."

"If you relax then things will be easier,"

"We're right here Kia."

Kianna couldn't even tell the twins apart nor did she correct them about finishing each other's sentences. She heard more voices and the warmth from the twins were gone. It was replaced with a different set of arms. A stronger one, one of an adults.

"Oh Kia, I'm here now. It's alright." It was George. Her father, adoptive father, she corrected herself.

"I can't do it. I can't live up to you and Fred."

George looked up at the twins. "Do you two mind? I need to talk to her about Fred."

Ian and James looked at each before answering. "We know,"

"She told us."

"Last year."

"At the beginning."

"We've been keeping it a secret."

"Fred and us became close," James stated.

George shrugged and held his daughter closer. "James you and Ian saved my daughter."

James blushed slightly. "Actually, it was Ian mostly. He was a light sleeper when Fred came in and woke him. It took a spell to wake me up."

"Why would she do this?" George questioned.

"Because, of the incident in the Great Hall at lunch," Ian replied.

"It was something small, she slipped Victoire a Canary sleep potion and Teddy drank it. Well, everyone knows that Kia fancies Teddy so she saved him, and got it all over herself," James started to explain.

"We were only told by Fred, who was told by Moaning Myrtle that she had been in the bathroom all day that she couldn't live up to your guys legend," Ian continued.

George looked down at his daughter who was now shivering. The rain was pounding down on the four of them. He held his daughter closer. "Oh Kia, it's alright. I want you to be yourself, not live up to me or your father."

Kianna let out a sniff. "I don't want to disappoint you or Dad."

"You've made it to your second year, you're the top of class. You can never disappoint me or your father."

"I want to be a prankster, I want to cause trouble, but at the same time I want to be your smart girl," George smiled. She wanted to be something both her parents could be proud of.

George held her tighter and picked her up. "I want you to be Kianna Lynn Rose Weasley, not Kianna Lynn Rose Hermione Jean Granger Weasley, or Kianna Lynn Rose Fredrick Gideon Weasley. You are different person from your family, from me and Katie." He placed his head on hers.

She sniffed and clung tighter to her father. James and Ian sat down and took her hand and rubbed her back in another. Together the four of them were getting soaked in the rain. But it was a sight to see. A beautiful sight to see, Neville tapped George on the shoulder, and it was then when he realized that all three of them were asleep.

"Well, Professor Longbottom, would you like to help me out?"

Neville picked up Ian while George managed to pick up James. "It's so much easier when you've only got one right?"

"Yeah, can you keep an eye on her Neville?" George asked. "I can't leave Katie alone with the twins much longer. It's harder on them sometimes."

Neville nodded as they walked back towards the castle. They were going to put the three of them in their own beds. "I can do that."

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A/N: I'm horrible with pranks and such. So it was going to be one gone wrong until I can think of my own. I have the next chapter written up, it's a Christmas one, and then I'm probably going to do a couple Hermione/Fred moments. Anyway, please review. Hope to see a review. ZutaraFWHG4eva