"So, Liz," Mr. Weasley began. "I've heard a lot about you this summer-"

"Ahem," Fred said in a firm voice from Liesel's left. He was about to reach for his glass of lemonade when his dad decided to speak up. George, who was seated beside Mr. Weasley couldn't help but feel amused.

Mr. Weasley looked at Fred in confusion. Who, in return, gave his father a pointed look, before Mr. Weasley finally understood.

"Oh," Mr. Weasley said. He glanced at his son a few seconds longer, wondering how he could possibly change the subject. "Liesel, dear, do tell me how old you are."

George practically choked on his own glass of lemonade from laughter. Fred glared at his father from across the table.

"I'm twelve, but I'll be turning thirteen once November comes around," Liesel said as she continued to eat. "Hermione's only two months older than me, now that I come to think about it," she said with a mouth full of food.

"That's nice," Mr. Weasley said. "Are you two good friends?"

"Oh, yes," Liesel said. "Harry, Ron, Hermione and I are all close friends," she said. "Right, Harry?" she called down the table.

Mr. Weasley turned to his right to look at Harry."Er, right," he he muttered as Mrs. Weasley placed more mashed potatoes onto his plate.

"Is it true that you live with muggles, as well?" Mr. Weasley asked Liesel.

"Well, my mum is a muggle," Liesel said. "But, my father is a squib."

"Ah, yes," he said. "So, what is the secret behind a microwave?"

"I'm not really sure," Liesel said thoughtfully.

"Ah, well, what about the remote control?" He asked. Liesel shrugged in reply. "Aren't muggles just so amazing with the way that they come up with all of these little strange contraptions?"

"I think that's enough questions, dad," Fred said pointedly.

"Right, so," said George. "Liz, Harry, are you both excited for the Quidditch season?"

"I lost you the Quidditch Cup last year," Liesel blurted. "I still don't see why Oliver wants me on the team."

"It's no biggie," Fred said from beside her. "Plus, you'll be the reserve seeker. Merlin knows we could use one, just in case Harry ever ends up in the hospital wing again."

"Oh, shush," Mrs. Weasley said from across the table, still attempting to get Harry to eat fourth helpings.

After dinner was finished, Liesel helped Mrs. Weasley clear the table and headed upstairs to Ginny's room to see what she was up to. She made her way to the third landing and knocked on the door. "Ginny?" she called.

Liesel slowly opened the door and saw that Ginny's room was empty.

"She's in the shower."

Liesel jumped out of her skin. "Fred!" she shrieked. "You scared me half to death!"

Fred grinned, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Only half," he shrugged.

"Ha ha, very funny," she grumbled. She began to make her way toward the next flight of stairs that led to Ron's room.

"Where are you going?" Fred asked.

"I'm going to see what Harry is-I mean, what Harry and Ron are up to," she said.

A crease formed between Fred's eyes. But, by the gleam in his eye, Liesel could tell that he had gotten an idea. "Come to our room," he suggested.

Liesel glanced at their bedroom door. She wasn't just about to go in there. After all, she had made sure to avoid going into that room at all costs. All of the explosions that shook the house were only part of the reason why she didn't want to go in there. She couldn't be sure of what sort of trickery he and George would throw at her.

She looked up at Fred suspiciously. "Why?"

"Well, it's the only room you haven't seen, of course!" He said, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her across the hall against her will.

"Well, you could at least loosen your grasp on my wrist," she complained as he opened the door and pulled her inside. Once Liesel was inside, Fred let go of her wrist to shut the door. "Hm...Really, Fred, I never imagined your room would be so...dark," she said sarcastically.

"Oh, calm down," he said as he lit a lamp and the room illuminated.

The first thing Liesel noticed was the periwinkle blue that colored the walls that clashed brilliantly with Fred's hair. She also noticed that the room was no larger than Ginny's. She then glanced around and saw two twin beds, placed on opposite walls.

The room was much more intact than what Liesel had expected. There was a neat bookshelf on the wall opposite the door, where it seemed that Fred and George had placed all of their schoolbooks.

One bed was made up neatly, while the other's blankets and pillows are askew. "You could have at least made up your bed," Liesel said as she walked toward the window to glance at the setting sun.

"How'd you know that one was mine?" Fred asked curiously.

"George is the more organized of the two of you," Liesel said, turning her gaze from the window to Fred. "Speaking of George...where is he?"

"Oh-in the garage with dad, I think," Fred said, as he scratched the back of his head and glanced around the room. "So, what do you think?"

"Much cleaner than I expected," she said, glancing around the room again.

"Yeah, that's George for you," he said with a light chuckle.

Liesel turned her attention to the bookshelf and scanned over the books. On the third shelf from the top, she noticed a wooden box. "What's this?"

"Oh, that," Fred said, rushing over to the shelf, placing himself between Liesel and the box, hoping to pry her eyes away from it.

"Well?" Liesel asked, attempting to peer around him.

"Well, what?" he asked.

"What's in it?" Liesel asked, standing on the tips of her toes to get a better look over his shoulder.

"Nothing," he said. "Just something me and George have been working on."

"Oh, come on, Fred, move over," Liesel said, trying to reach over him.

"No, Liz," he said, pushing her away slightly. "You can't see it."

"Alright," she sighed with a hint of defeat in her voice as she backed away. "I'll be with Harry and Ron upstairs, if you need me," she said as she turned to walk off.

Fred followed behind her as she headed for the door. Liesel swiftly turned on her heel and rushed back to the bookshelf.

"Oh, no you don't!" Fred said, grabbing her from behind, and swinging her back around.

"Oh, yes I do!" Liesel said as she went around Fred and tripped, knocking a few books over. She got to her feet. She grabbed the box from the shelf. "See, now was that so hard?" she asked.

"Watch out!" Fred said in a panicked voice, tackling Liesel to the floor. There was a loud slam and soon, there were books toppling to the floor.

Liesel lay on her back with Fred on top of her. Their noses were touching as the two of them breathing heavily. The only thing that kept Fred's lips from touching Liesel's was the fact that he was holding himself up. "See what you do, Liz?" he asked, breathing heavily, looking into her green eyes. "You've just always got to be curious."

"What happened in here?" George asked, bursting through the door. He saw the scene before him and a wide grin appeared on his face.

Fred rushed to his feet and helped Liesel up, his cheeks flushed. Soon, Harry and Ron were in the doorway, followed by Percy.

"What did you, do?" Ron asked, looking around the messy room."

"I bumped into the bookshelf," Liesel said, "and the almost fell on me."

"Good thing Fred was there to be your hero," George teased with a smug grin, receiving a hard glare from his twin.

Boom!

Liesel fell from the spare bed in Ginny's room and landed on the floor with a loud thud. She sat up quickly and glanced around the room. The sun shone through Ginny's window, practically blinding her.

"Ginny, did you hear that?" Ginny snored in reply.

Boom!

"Ginny?" Liesel called again. Ginny continued to snore. Liesel got to her feet and turned toward the door.

Boom!

The floor beneath her feet shook slightly. Liesel hesitantly opened the door and stepped into the hallway, her eyes narrowed.

Boom!

The small explosion was louder that time; closer. Liesel marched toward the twins' room and burst through the door, not even bothering to knock.

"Do you two mind?" she shrieked.

The two twins threw everything they were experimenting with and tossed it into that mysterious wooden box, which Fred promptly hid under his bed. The two glanced at each other and turned back to Liesel.

"No."

"Not really."

Liesel glanced at her watch. "It's seven in the morning!"

"We know."

"What are you two doing?"

"Experimenting, of course," Fred answered, hopping to his feet. "Morning, cutie," he said, ruffling her hair and walking past her to exit the room. "Wonder what's for breakfast."

"Morning, Sleepyhead," George said, doing the same.

"Morning," Liesel grumbled, folding her arms.

Liesel made her way downstairs, entering the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley was already preparing food on the stove, though she was nowhere to be seen. Fred and George had disappeared, probably snickering at how cranky Liesel had been. Mr. Weasley was more than likely at work. Harry, Ron, and Ginny were all still sound asleep. Liesel wondered how Ginny could sleep so peacefully through Fred and George's 'experiements'.

Liesel noticed her reflection from the mirror placed on the mantlepiece and moved in to get a closer look at herself.

"You could do with a good shower or two, you slob!" Her reflection called.

Liesel flinched, not expecting the mirror to be magical. She took a step backward, scowling at her reflection. Liesel said nothing, not wanting to feel silly by throwing an insult at herself.

"Ah, the old mirror," Mrs. Weasley said as she made her way into the kitchen to attend to the food.

"It's a bit rude," Liesel murmured, making her way to Mrs. Weasley's side. "Fred and George woke me up with whatever they were doing in thier room," Liesel grumbled as she seated herself at the table.

"Oh, those two," Mrs. Weasley said. "Don't mind them. You'll get used to it, soon enough. After a while, you'll be able to sleep right through it."

"I sure hope so."

Liesel was seated at the breakfast table with Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny when Harry and Ron arrived to join them at the breakfast table.

"Morning," Liesel said to the two.

"Morning," said Harry.

Ginny whipped her head around and her elbow knocked her bowl of porridge over, causing it to land on the floor. Liesel could see the red tint in Ginny's face as she dived under the table to clean the mess up.

Liesel rolled her eyes as she read over her Hogwarts letter, once again. Once Harry and Ron seated themselves at the table, Mr. Weasley handed them their Hogwarts letters, as well. A few mere seconds later, Fred and George joined everyone at the breakfast table, who appeared to have received their letters, as well.

"What's the deal with this Gilderoy Lockhart bloke's books?" Liesel asked as she read Fred's letter.

"Dunno," Fred said. "Bet the professor is a witch. Only witches read his books."

"Ahem," Mrs. Weasley said from across the table.

"Well, it's true," he mumbled, lowering his head as he ate.

Percy was the last to make it to the breakfast table and seated himself, before hopping from the chair. "Oh, Errol," he said as he picked up the half-dead owl and placed him on the table.

"That poor bird," Liesel muttered.

"Well, it's about time," Ron said, taking the letter from the bird. "I wrote to Hermione ages ago."

He read the letter aloud to everyone. Though, it was really meant for Harry, Ron, and Liesel.

Hermione mainly talked about how dangerous the idea of rescuing Harry was. She then continued going on about how she was busy with her school work.

"Of course," Liesel said.

"'Oh, and please do let Liesel know that I'm sorry for the billionth time? I bet that she's forgiven the two of you already. Seeing as I'm not there, I'm sure I haven't been forgiven yet'," Ron read aloud.

Liesel rolled her eyes. "Of course, she's forgiven..."

Liesel rested in the shade provided by one of the tall trees that Ginny, the boys, and herself used to hide from view on the paddock. The boys were flying on their broomsticks and practicing with apples as Ginny and Liesel fiddled with Liesel's camera and organized her pictures.

"We've taken a lot of pictures in the last week," Ginny said as she glanced at the pictures. "Too bad they don't move."

"Isn't there a way to charm them?" Liesel asked. "I could always ask your dad to do a thing or two."

"I don't know if that's a very good idea..." Ginny said unsurely.

"Oy, Liz!" Ginny and Liesel looked up to see George lowering his broom.

"What?" Liesel called back.

"Do you want a go?" he called.

"Sorry, Georgie, I'm not in much of a mood to fly today," Liesel replied. She turned to look at Ginny to see that she was looking at George's broom longingly. "Do you want to fly, Gin?"

"What? Me?" Ginny squeaked. "Of course I couldn't...I'd make a fool of myself-especially since..." Ginny's eyes wandered past George in another direction.

Liesel followed her gaze and her eyes landed on Harry. "You're joking."

"Of course I'm not!" Ginny said, turning to look back at Liesel. "You saw what happened at breakfast! I can't do it, Liz-he already doesn't like me!"

Liesel rolled her eyes as she gathered up a few of her pictures. "Ginny, he doesn't even know you," she said. "He's got to be around you a little more, you know? Just be yourself."

"Like you?" Ginny asked quietly with her bright brown eyes widening a bit. "I can tell Harry likes you..."

Liesel snorted. "Well, friends tend to like each other, Ginny," she said, not understanding Ginny's true meaning. "Harry is my best friend," she said, looking up at the boys as they played. "I've known Harry for years. He's like my brother."

"You promise?" Ginny asked in an innocent, childlike voice.

"Of course, Gin, what else would he possibly be to me?" Liesel chuckled.