Hello everyone! New chapter for y'all. I had a bit of writers block writing this, but i think it turned out okay.

I got lots of people responding to what position they would play. Personally i would want to be a chaser as i like to be involved in the game and i feel that this position would keep me on my toes.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: One would think that by now one of my many attempts to get the rights to Harry Potter would have worked, but they haven't :'(

One would also think that I would accept the fact that I don't have magic and that I shall never go to Hogwarts.

It's not true! I'm just slightly magically challenged!

And because of the reign of Voldemort all the records for muggleborns born between 1994-1998 were lost.

I could be a witch, I just didn't get my letter!

THERE IS HOPE!

(someone: *cough* denial *cough*)

okay... okay...

I OWN NOTHING!

there... happy?

A man with messy black hair burst into the flat and Fred was up in an instant, a stick pointed at the intruder's neck.

"What was the first thing I ever said to you?" Fred said with a growl.

The guy held his hands in the air and said, "The first thing you ever said to me was "What's that?". We were on the Hogwarts express, my first year. You were looking at my scar."

Fred smiled. "Sorry Harry, old habits die hard."

The guy that Fred had called Harry looked past the ginger and gave Hermione a concerned look. Hermione tried to give him a reassuring smile, but that was hard for her because she had absolutely no idea who he was. 'Harry's' eyes widened and he looked to Fred confused. Fred paused for a few seconds and then turned towards Hermione. He grabbed Harry's arm and said, "Excuse us for a minute." Before dragging Harry off into the hallway.

Hermione sat down on the sofa and twiddled her thumbs, she felt awkward being in the living room by herself; she didn't know if anything was safe to touch, especially if some of the things were magical. How on earth would you tell the difference between a magical item and a normal one? Hermione had no idea, and that scared her more than she would admit.

She heard some hushed whispers coming from the direction that the boys had disappeared in, but Hermione could not make out what they were saying.

"She what!" 'Harry' suddenly yelled before something, most probably a hand over his mouth muffled the rest of his sentence.

Suddenly Hermione felt a hand on her shoulder and shrieked, falling to the floor before looking up at the person who had grasped her shoulder.

"Fred?" she asked, seeing the bright ginger hair. But something didn't seem quite right. Hermione's eyes widened, Fred had a twin! What had been his name? Jorden? No, George!

He twin in question smirked and opened his mouth to say something but Hermione interrupted. "No, you're not Fred, you're George!"

George's jaw hit them floor, but he soon recovered himself and muttered, "Even when she can't remember us she can tell us apart!"

"Hermione, are you okay?" A voice from behind her asked.

Hermione stood up and turned towards the source of the sound.

"Yeah, George just startled me, that's all." She said as she turned. Not even getting halfway through turning she was engulfed in a hug. Hermione froze, and breathed in slowly. Something registered the scent in her brain as familiar, but she could not for the life of her pinpoint the reason why. This was not Fred though, so this had to be that Harry guy that Fred had been talking to. Harry seemed to realise that Hermione had frozen under his touch as she was not hugging him back. He dropped his embrace and stepped back from her.

"Err, hi!" harry said awkwardly.

Something clicked in Hermione's brain, hadn't Fred said that her best friend was called harry? Was this him? That would explain why he had hugged her so suddenly.

"Harry?" she asked unsurely, and then cursed herself for it. Harry's eyes had widened as if he thought that she remembered him. She winced at his overly hopeful look, she was going to have to break it.

"Sorry, I don't remember you," she said, watching as Harry's expression changed to one of disappointment, "Fred mentioned your name earlier."

"Oh, of course." Harry said, "I guess it is true then. You don't remember anything from that past eight or so years?"

Hermione shook her head. The thinly veiled look of pain on the man's features made Hermione wish more than ever that she could remember something, anything about her past.

Harry took a stick out from his pocket and pointed it towards Hermione, who flinched. You could almost see Harry mentally kick himself.

"Sorry Hermione, can I cast some diagnostic spells on you to see if there's anything else wrong?" he asked.

Hermione's eyes widened, "There are spells that do that?"

"yes." Harry said with a chuckle, "there are spells for all sorts of things."

"Wow!" Hermione breathed, vowing then and there that she would learn as many of them as she could.

"Oh no," Fred said, "She's got the twinkle!"

"The twinkle?" she asked.

""The twinkle!" George yelled overdramatically, "The twinkle that ends all life on this planet!"

Hermione sent a disapproving look at the ginger twin.

"You've always got a twinkle in your eye when you're on the search for knowledge." Harry told her, "Don't worry Hermione, you were the brightest witch of your age, a little memory loss isn't going to stop you"

Hermione could have sworn that Harry's smile was forced, but she didn't know him at all so who knew?

A few minutes passed before Harry asked, "So, can I?"

"Oh! Sure!" Hermione said, eager to see some actual magic.

Harry waved his wand and muttered something in a strange language that Hermione didn't understand and a pale orange light came from the stick that he was holding. Hermione assumed that must be his wand then, but it didn't look anything like a wand in any of the books she had read. The light hit her and Hermione felt a slight tingly feeling before the light left and returned to Harry's wand, causing the tip to turn red.

The three boy's expressions told Hermione all she needed to know. Something was wrong; very wrong.

DUN DUN DUN!

So, what do you think? Lemme know!

QUESTION TIME!

Would you rather spend all your time learning all you can at Hogwarts or would you make studying a lower priority and instead focus on exploring and getting to know the secrets of the castle?

CHEERIO!