Hello everyone. I apologize for the long wait. I've just started collage and I've been really busy. I felt like Hermione with my nose in a book twenty four seven. Anyways, I got a month off of college for Christmas break and I thought that I'd update since it's the day before Christmas. Here's the next Chapter. I hope you all enjoy and I hope you all have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Thank you so much for sticking with this story.

After the interview, Luna told Harry and Melissa that it might not appear in the Quibbler until the next issue.

"Daddy's expecting a lovely long essay on Crumple-Horned Snorkacks," she explained as they left the Three Broomsticks. "That will be a very important story. But you never know, your interview might appear in this issue."

When Melissa and George left Harry and Hermione, George turned to her with a confused expression on his face.

"What are Crumple-Horned Snorkacks?" George asked.

Melissa shrugged her shoulders in response. Her mind wasn't on what Crumple-Horned Snorkacks might be, it was on the interview. That was probably one of the hardest things she ever had to do and she knew Harry had a hard time with it to.

When they got back to Hogwarts, Fred spotted them as they were coming up the grounds.

"Hey guys," Fred said as they approached him. "How was your date?"

"It was great until we had to meet Rita Skeeter at the Three Broomsticks," Melissa explained.

"What?" Fred asked looking shocked. "Why'd you have to meet her?"

"Hermione wanted her to do an interview with me and Harry," Melissa explained. "She thought it would be a good idea to have a story with the facts in it. You know, about what really happened that night in the graveyard. And get this, it won't be appearing in the Daily Prophet, it will be appearing in the Quibbler."

"Rita actually agreed to write a true story about you two and to have it appear in that magazine," he asked with wide eyes. "How'd you get her to agree to that?"

"Hermione threatened to turn her into the Ministry of Magic as an unregistered Animagus," George told his twin. "It was actually a brilliant plan."

"When's yours and Harry's interview going to be out?" Fred asked.

"Either this issue or next," Melissa said. "But I'd rather not talk about the interview anymore if you don't mind."

"No that's perfectly fine," Fred assured her. "I understand that it was probably hard talking about what happened that night with her as it is. Anyways, I was going to go and watch the remainder of Quidditch practice. Would you guys like to join me?"

"Sure," George said. "I've got to see how bad they are without us."

"I think I'll pass," Melissa said. "It's gonna be hard enough watching the next game without me being able to play. I don't want to watch a practice to."

"Okay," George said. He then gave her a peck on the lips. "I'll see you later love."

"Bye," Melissa said with a wave as she watched them head over to the Quidditch Pitch.

When she was about to walk into the castle, Harry and Hermione approached her.

"Hey, are you going to dinner?" Harry asked his sister.

"Yeah," Melissa said with a nod of her head.

"We'll join you," Hermione said as the three entered the castle and walked into the Great Hall which was already packed with students.

Harry and Melissa sat down next to each other at the Gryffindor table and Hermione sat across from them.

"I can't wait to see what Umbridge thinks of you two going public," Hermione said with a smile on her face as she helped herself to some food.

"I think it's the right thing to do guys," Neville told them. "It must have been...tough...talking about it."

Harry and Melissa nodded as they thought back to the interview.

"But even though it was hard, people have got to know what Voldemort's capable of," Harry told him.

"That's right," Neville agreed. "and his Death Eaters to...People should know."

Just then Melissa saw Cho Chang enter the Great Hall with her friend Marietta. She noticed that they were also trying their best to avoid looking at the Gryffindor table. She then felt Harry shift uncomfortably next to her. He must have seen them enter to but she couldn't figure out why he was acting so uncomfortable at the moment.

"Harry, what happened with you and Cho?" Melissa asked her brother.

Harry turned away from the Ravenclaw table to look at his sister. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, when she entered, she was doing everything she could to avoid looking at you," Melissa explained. "Not to mention you seem really uncomfortable."

"What happened on your date?" Hermione asked.

"It was a complete fiasco now that you mention it," Harry admitted. He then explained what happened at Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop. "So, what do you guys think?"

"Well, I hate to break it to you Harry, but you were a bit tactless," Hermione told him.

"How was he being tactless?" Melissa asked looking shocked. "Cho was supposed to be on a date with him and then she tells him Roger Davies asked her out. Then she told him how she and Cedric used to snog in that shop. How was he supposed to feel about that?"

"Yeah," Harry agreed.

"You shouldn't have told her that you wanted to meet me halfway through your date," Hermione said.

"But you told me to meet you at twelve and to bring her along," Harry reminded her. "How was I supposed to do that without telling her?"

"You should have told her differently," Hermione said.

"And how exactly should he have told her?" Melissa asked.

"Well, he should have said that it was really annoying and that I'd made him promise to come along to the Three Broomsticks," Hermione said. "He should have said that he really didn't want to go and that he'd much rather spend the whole day with her. Then he should have asked her to come along so he'd be able to get away more quickly if I'd seen him with another girl. It also might have been a good idea to tell her how ugly he though I was too."

"But I don't think you're ugly," Harry told her causing her to laugh.

"Oh Harry, you're worse than Ron," Hermione said. She then noticed Ron enter the Great Hall covered in mud and looking rather grumpy. "Well, no you're not," she said with a sigh. "Look Harry, you upset Cho when you said you were going to meet me, so she tried to make you jealous. It was her way of trying to find out how much you liked her."

"Is that what she was doing?" Harry asked as Ron sat down next to Hermione and started helping himself to some food. "Wouldn't it have been easier if she'd just asked me whether or not I liked her better than you?"

At this, Hermione didn't really have an answer to but Melissa did.

"Most girls don't often ask questions like that Harry," Melissa said. "It kind of feels like we're being rated."

"Wait, so you do that to?" Harry asked his sister with wide eyes.

"No of course not," Melissa told him. "What she did was horrible."

"You two should write a book," Ron told Hermione and Melissa. "Translating mad things girls do so boys can understand them."

"Don't be ridiculous Ron," Melissa said. "We're not that difficult to understand."

"Are you mad?" Ron asked looking shocked. "We never know what to say to you girls. We have to be careful of what to say or else we might get yelled at or you might break down and start crying."

"Hermione, could you slap him for me?" Melissa asked as she glared at Ron.

"Gladly," Hermione said as she slapped him upside the head.

"Ow," Ron groaned as he rubbed the back of his head.

"You walked into that one mate," Harry said with a smirk.

"See you guys later," Melissa said as she stood up. "I'm gonna go back to the common room and get my ancient ruins work done."

"I'll join you," Hermione said as she stood up and followed her out of the Great Hall.

When they entered the common room, Fred and George spotted them and waved.

"Hello ladies," the twins said together with grins on their faces.

Hermione and Melissa let out a huff. "Men," they said together as they marched up the stairs to their dormitory leaving behind two very confused twins.

"What got them all worked up?" George asked as he stared at the girls staircase.

"They're girls Georgie," Fred reminded his twin. "We always do something wrong."

When Hermione and Melissa reached their dorm, Melissa suddenly felt really guilty for blowing off Fred and George like that. After all, they weren't the ones she was mad at.

"I'll be right back Hermione," Melissa said as she walked towards the door. "I'm gonna go apologize to Fred and George."

"Okay," Hermione said glancing at her over the top of a large book.

Melissa walked down the girls staircase and entered the common room where she saw Fred and George sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace.

"Hey guys," she said as she walked in front of the couch and stood in front of them.

"Talking to us now are you?" Fred said trying to sound mad but she could tell that he really wasn't.

Melissa lowered her head. "I'm sorry I blew you guys off like that," she apologized. "I had no right to do that. You weren't the ones I was mad at. Please tell me that you forgive me."

Fred and George glanced at each other with identical smirks and mischievous looks in their eyes before turning back to her. Fred then grabbed one of her arms while George grabbed the other. The two then pulled her onto the couch and began tickling her.

"We'll forgive you if," Fred started as he continued to tickle her.

"You say we're," George continued as he tickled her as well.

"The greatest pranksters in the history of pranksters," they finished together.

"Okay...okay," Melissa said in between laughs. "You guys...are the greatest pranksters...in the history...of pranksters..."

"Now say we're the best looking guys in this whole school," Fred added.

George bent down so his face was inches from hers. "Say it love," he said with a grin as he continued tickling her.

"Okay...okay," she said in between laughs. "You guys...are the...best looking guys...in the school!"

George stopped tickling her as did Fred. George then gave her a soft kiss on the lips before helping her into a sitting position.

"You're forgiven," Fred told her as he put his hands behind his head and his feet on the table in front of him.

"Yeah, it's like it never happened," George assured her as he pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Good," Melissa said with a relieved sigh as she snuggled into George.

"But do you mind telling us why you were so upset?" Fred asked as he glanced at his friend.

"It was just something Ron said," Melissa explained.

"Oh, well, that explains it," George said and Fred nodded in agreement.

"So, how did practice go?" Melissa asked.

"I hate to say it, but they're going to be slaughtered," Fred said. "They're complete rubbish without us."

"Come on, let's be fair here," George told his twin. "Ginny's not that bad."

"That is true," Fred agreed. "We actually don't know how she got so good."

"She's been breaking into your broom shed in the garden since she was six and taking each of your brooms in turn when you weren't looking," Melissa explained. "But don't tell her I told you two. I don't want to be on the receiving end of her bat bogey hex."

"We won't tell," Fred assured her.

"Yeah, we definitely wouldn't want that to happen to you," George said as he started to twirl a strand of her hair in between his fingers.

"Has Ron saved a goal?" Melissa asked.

"Well, he can do it if he doesn't think anyone's watching him," Fred told her. "So all we have to do is ask the crowd to turn their backs and talk among themselves every time the quaffle goes up his end on Saturday."

George and Melissa watched as Fred got to his feet and make his way over to one of his windows.

"This place is falling apart with that woman here," Fred said with a sigh. "We've seriously been thinking about leaving early now that the Snackboxes are ready."

"Really?" Melissa asked with wide eyes.

"Yeah, we have been considering it," George admitted as he held her close. "But that would mean leaving you and Jenny."

"And we're just not ready to do that," Fred said as he turned around to face her. "You guys are our girlfriends."

"We'll stay a little longer for you," George said. He then kissed her on top of her head.

"But if you guys aren't happy here..." Melissa started to say but George cut her off.

"But we are happy," George assured her. "You and Jenny make us happy."

"Exactly," Fred agreed. "We don't care how horrible that woman is. We love you two so we're staying."

"You guys are the best," Melissa said with a smile.

"We know," they said.

"Well, I think I'm going to go to bed," Melissa said with a yawn. She then kissed George. "Night."

"Goodnight love," George said. "Sweet dreams."

"I hope," Melissa said. When she got to her feet she gave Fred a hug before walking up to her dormitory

The mail arrived on Monday morning, and an owl landed in front of Harry and another landed in front of Melissa. They looked shocked as they looked down at the owls. Who would send them an owl? They thought. It had to be a mistake.

"Who are you after?" Harry asked the owls.

"Harry, they're for us," Melissa told her brother as she showed him the address on the envelops.

"Really? You're that shocked that you guys got letters?" Jenny asked.

"Well, no one writes to us unless it's during the holidays," Melissa explained.

"Yeah, it's not like our aunt and uncle would have anything to say to us except, can you guys stay there for the summer," Harry added as he went to remove one of the letters. But just as he made a move to get it, five more owls landed in front of the twins.

"Whoa," Melissa said with a shocked expression on her face as the owls fought each other to get their letters to them first.

"What's going on?" Ron asked.

Everyone at the Gryffindor table was now trying to see what all the commotion was.

"Harry! Melissa! I think I know what this means!" Hermione said with an excited expression on her face. She then tossed a cylindrical package at Harry. "Open this one first."

Harry opened the package and took out a copy of the Quibbler. Melissa leaned over her brother's shoulder to get a better look at it.

"It's the Quibbler with our interview in it," she announced.

On the front cover was a picture of Harry and Melissa and the headline read 'HARRY AND MELISSA POTTER SPEAK OUT AT LAST: THE TRUTH ABOUT HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED AND THE NIGHT WE SAW HIM RETURN.'

"It's good isn't it?" Luna asked as she approached the Gryffindor table and sat herself down in between Fred and Jenny. "It came out yesterday, I asked Dad to send you two a free copy. I expect all these are letters from readers," she said as she gestured towards the owls.

"That's what I thought," Hermione said. She then turned to Harry and Melissa. "Do you guys mind if we..."

"Help yourselves," Harry and Melissa said together.

Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George began to rip open letters.

"This one's from a bloke who thinks you two are off your rockers," Ron said as he looked at a letter.

"This woman recommends you two try a good course of shock spells at St. Mungo's," George said as he crumpled up the letter. "What does she know?"

"This one's in two minds," Fred said. "He says you two don't come across as people who are mad but he really doesn't want to believe You-Know-Who's back so he doesn't know what to think now. A waste of parchment if you ask me."

"Harry, this woman believes us," Melissa said with a large smile on her face.

"Really?" Harry asked looked shocked as he took the letter from her. "You're right, she does."

"Here's another one you two have convinced," Hermione said. "It says, having read your side of the story I am forced to the conclusion that the Daily Prophet has treated you two very unfairly. Even though I don't want to believe it, I am forced to accept that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has in fact returned. Oh this is so wonderful."

"Here's another woman you two have convinced," Ron told them. "But this one thinks you two are barking mad."

"I can't believe how many people believe us," Melissa said.

"And you were worried," George said with a smile as he gave her a one armed hug.

"What's going on here?" a fake girlish voice asked. Harry and Melissa froze each in the middle of opening another envelope. "Why have you two got all these letters?"

"Is getting mail a crime now?" George asked angrily.

"George," Melissa whispered with worry in her voice. The last thing she wanted was for him to get a detention with that horrible woman.

"I'd watch your tone if I were you, Mr. Weasley," Umbridge warned. "Wouldn't want a detention would we?"

"I know where this is going," George shouted. "You can't punish them for getting mail. You'd have to punish almost everyone in the Great Hall."

"George stop," Melissa begged.

"No," George told his girlfriend. "This is ridiculous," he then turned back to Umbridge. "You have no right to come over here and start demanding why they're getting mail."

"Detention," Umbridge told him. "Starting tonight at 7pm. Don't be late."

"That's not fair," Fred told her.

"Would you like to join him?" Umbridge asked.

Before Fred could say anything to get himself into trouble to, Melissa stepped in. "People are writing to me and Harry because we gave an interview about what happened to us last June."

"An interview?" Umbridge asked. "What do you mean?"

"She means, a reporter asked us questions and we answered them," Harry told her. He then threw her a copy of the Quibbler. "Here."

Umbridge caught the Quibbler and she stared down at the cover. Her face turned an angry red and she looked up at the twins. "When did you two do this?" she demanded.

"Last Hogsmeade weekend," Melissa told her.

"There will be no more Hogsmeade trips for the both of you," she told them her voice shaking in rage. "How dare you...how could you," she took a deep breath to try and calm herself. "I have tried again and again to teach you two not to tell lies. The message, apparently has still not sunk in. Fifty points from Gryffindor and another week's worth of detention."

Harry and Melissa glared at her as they watched her walk away.

And Umbridge strikes again. Don't you just love her. Anyways, I'll try my best to have the next chapter up soon. :)