Chapter 8
My Lovely Brothers
I woke up screaming. Fred and George shot up, in shock, about the same time I did, they scrambled to my bedside and started talking frantically.
"Are you okay?" Fred asked.
"What happened?" George yelled.
"Did you have a bad dream?" Fred asked again.
"Should we get mum?" They asked in unison, "what happened!?"
"Don't... worry," I panted. Trying to control my heart rate and my rapid breathing was getting harder every time this happened, one day I was positive I was going to die of oxygen deprivation or a heart attack.
"Mum! Dad!" They screamed together, but Mum, Dad, Ginny, and Ron had already heard me. They nearly broke the door off its hinges running into see me.
"Isabella!" Mum and Dad screeched.
"It's... oh, never mind..." I panted again.
They all ran and sat on my bed, Dad and Mum wrapped their arms around me and I cried, wept actually. "What happened, Pumpkin?" Dad asked as he stroked my hair. "Arthur," Mum warned. "Let her speak, Molly," he defended. I explained everything, but what scared me the most was that Fred and George were Deatheaters. They looked about just as shocked as I did when I had saw them. "We were Deatheaters?" they asked, I nodded and cried even harder into my parents arms. "Ron, Ginny, Arthur, let's give her some time with the twins," Mum said as she ushered everyone out of the room, leaving two flabbergasted twins and me, a broken, half-insane, 11-year-old, alone in a small room. They sat on either side of me and ran their fingers through their hair and sighed. After a long moment of silence Fred and George sighed again.
"We would never become one of those gits you know," Fred said.
"We would never as much as say his name, let alone become one of his followers," George comforted me.
I hugged George and then Fred, we stayed there for a little while longer. Not talking, just thinking. Then I thought about something I realized now possible.
"What if you two were under the Imperious curse?" I asked, my heart pounding harder, about to burst out of my chest again.
"Why would they want us as Deatheaters anyway?" Fred asked.
"You're smart, funny, and devious, they could turn you into anything, they could make you do anything!" I shouted. I got up off the bed and paced the room, running my hands through my hair and mumbling to myself.
"What's going to happen to you? Was that real? How do I know? Oh my gosh! I am freaking out!..." I ranted on and on for countless minutes before I was stopped by Fred. He stood in front of me and put a hand to my chest, I looked up from the floor and stared him in the face. He pushed me back a few inches and crossed his arms over his chest. His twin came to his side and did the same, they stared me down with disapproving looks. I rolled my eyes at their annoy actions, now that I thought about it, that seemed to be my trade mark lately; rolling my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest, and a sour attitude. "What time is it?" I asked as I fell back on my bed.
"Well, I don't know about the time, but..." George sighed. Fred got a sparkling, happy look in his eye as he said the finishing sentence.
"Hogwarts trip, today!" He said excitedly.
"No way! No way! AHHH!" I screamed, getting up off of my bed and jumping around the room. The house shook and the rest of the family, including Percy and Harry, ran into my room looking extremely worried. I continued to jump around and scream, I was so excited there were no words thyat came out of my mouth, just screams. "Yea!" I panted, out of breath and tired. I doubled over breathing hard, and the twins broke out in laughter. My legs gave way and I fell to the floor,That's what you get for jumping around like an idiot right after you got rid of a cold. I scolded myself in my head. "Izzy!" Mum screeched and ran to my side. "Boys!" Dad yelled and the laughing stopped. "Children go to bed! Now!" Mum yelled. Feet pounded the floor and the house shook under my back. "Izzybell?" Mum asked.
"I am fine Mum, just winded," I panted, still trying to control my breathing. She sighed and I saw that the twins hadn't left.
"Get her to bed and keep her there, or you two will be going to school without your prank kit." Mum threatened. The twins gulped and Mum left the room. I lifted my head slightly to see the twins worried faces, I smirked and groaned as I put my head back on the floor. The twins bent down and grabbed my hands, "One, two, three!" They yelled as I was hoisted to my feet. They turned me around and shoved me onto the bed. My head and feet dangling off the sides. I stared at the floor and felt the blood rush to my head.
"Stay and sleep," They ordered. I turned my body around so that my feet were now at the end of the bed and my head was actually resting on the pillow. They walked around my bed and climbed into theirs, George reached out from under his mummifying covers and flicked the switch to turn the lamp off. The room became black once again and my eyes slowly fell as I drifted into a hopefully peaceful dreamless sleep.
