A/N: It's 1:30 a.m. and I'm still going strong! Woo-hoo! But I'm definitely going to bed right after this. Okay, this is an important chapter. So pay attention! And don't forget to review. Reviewers will receive virtual Chicken Parmesan (I had some today for dinner and it was so damn good!).

George started to fill the shelves with their products. Fred gave the shop a good clean down, so it was no longer dark and dusty. You could actually see how big the place was when the lights were on, and also when it wasn't covered in dust.

"I got an idea of a new product," Fred said, "A hat that keeps flying off your head."

"Sounds like a great prank," George chuckled, "What will we call 'em?"

"Fly Away Hats?" Fred asked.

"Float Off Hats," George suggested.

"How about 'Anti Gravity Hats?'" I asked.

Fred and George looked at each other and then nodded in agreement.

"Sounds good," Fred smiled.

"Anti Gravity Hats," George repeated, "Ruin a gentleman's day by making his hat fly away!"

"Creative slogan," I giggled.

"I'm full of creative ideas," George smirked.

"Hey, we have great ideas, too," Fred said.

"Oh really?" George asked curiously, "What ideas do you have, Fred?"

"Uh..." Fred paused, "Aaralyn's got an idea."

"What?" I asked, "Oh...yeah. Uh..."

Fred's eyes were begging me to say something. George just smirked, thinking that he was only 'smart one' here probably.

"It's coming to me," I said, "Um..." and then it came to me, "WonderWitch."

George and Fred expressions turned curious and confused.

"Products specifically made for young witches," I said.

"Sounds interesting," George nodded.

"Ha!" Fred said, pointing at George, "See? You're not the only smart one!"

"Sod off," George rolled his eyes.

"I'll be upstairs," I laughed.

I walked up the stairs, and towards my room. I still couldn't get used to the idea that I had my own room...in my own home. I had a job, home and an amazing boyfriend to live in it with. Sometimes I wish 'perfect' existed, because this would be what perfect meant to me. I finished my letter to Rosaline and sent it away on a midnight black owl, out the window. I made my way down the stairs, sub-consciously listening to George and Fred bicker.

"Would you just drop it?" George asked.

"You know I never will," Fred smirked, "So you might as well do it so I'll shut up."

"That's a really stupid excuse to do...well, that," George said.

"Merlin's beard, you're scared aren't you?" Fred asked, sounding shocked yet amused.

"What?" George scoffed, "No. O-Of course not."

"You stuttered," Fred commented, "Meaning that you're lying."

"Just shut up," George muttered, "I don't want to talk about this."

"Talk about what?" I asked, finally butting in once I became curious enough.

George slightly jumped at the sound of my voice. Fred glanced at George and then at me, waiting for something to happen. What was he expecting?

"Nothing," George quickly said.

I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms. It was obvious that he was lying, but what about? I shook my head and then walked away. What the hell was that about?

Tomorrow was opening day of the joke shop. Almost every shelf was filled with Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes products; including the small section of WonderWitch products, which was all thanks to me. I had just finished setting a display of our newest products by the counter, when a loud, exploding noise came from the back-room; otherwise known as the invention room, or the danger zone. Smoke started to spill from underneath the closed door. I opened the door, getting attack by thick clouds of smoke. I coughed roughly and fanned away as much smoke as possible.

"What the hell did you guys do?" I asked, still coughing.

"Just an experiment," Fred said.

"Well whatever you do, don't burn down the shop," I said.

"Can't make any promises," George shrugged.

I rolled my eyes and then went back to the counter. From outside the shop, I could see a few kids with their parents gazing wonderfully at the shop. I guess George, Fred and I weren't the only ones excited about opening day. Suddenly someone was knocking on the door. Surprisingly it was Mr. Weasley. I opened the door and smiled brightly.

"Mr. Weasley," I said, "Hi. Come in."

"Hello, Aaralyn," he smiled back, "I just came by to look at the place. And from the looks of it, it's coming along quite well."

"I'll go get Fred and George," I said.

I walked towards the back-room. The door was slightly opened, so I could hear George and Fred quite clearly.

"I thought I already told you not to talk about this," George groaned.

"And I thought I told you that I'll never drop it," Fred said, "Unless..."

"Shut up," George snapped.

"What are you so afraid of?" Fred asked.

"I'm not afraid," George said.

I opened the door, once again startling Fred and George. George's eyes slightly bigger and had a nervous look to them.

"What were you guys talking about?" I asked.

"Nothing," Fred said, staring at George quite oddly.

"Um, okay," I said awkwardly, "Your dad is here, by the way."

George and Fred pulled off their gloves and goggles and then came out to greet Mr. Weasley.

"Hello boys," Mr. Weasley said.

"Hey Dad," George smiled.

"We didn't know you'd be coming by," Fred said.

"I thought I'd surprise you," Mr. Weasley smiled.

"I'd say it's a nice surprise," I said.

"Come on, Dad," George said, "I'll show you around the shop."

Mr. Weasley followed George to the other side of the gigantic room, showing him all of the knick-knacks and pranking materials we had. I then turned to Fred and crossed my arms.

"So," I said.

"So..." Fred nodded awkwardly.

"What were you guys talking about earlier?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said.

"It didn't sound like it was nothing," I shrugged.

"Alright it was something," he said, "But apparently it wasn't important."

"Fred, what's going on?" I asked, "Does it have to do with George?"

"Like I said, it's not important," he said.

George and Mr. Weasley soon returned.

"Well the place looks fantastic," Mr. Weasley said, "And I loved the idea about the muggle magic tricks. I'll definitely come by for a few of those."

"I actually learned a few of those," I said.

"Oh really?" Mr. Weasley asked excitedly, "Could you show them to me?"

"Sure," I shrugged.

I went behind the counter and pulled out a deck of cards. I shuffled the deck and then pulled out one card; the queen of diamonds.

"You see this card?" I asked.

"Yes," Mr. Weasley said.

"Alright, memorize it," I said, "Keep saying to yourself 'queen of diamonds.'"

"Okay," he said.

I smiled deviously and then flipped the card, making it turn into an ace of spades. Mr. Weasley looked startled and then laughed.

"That's amazing!" he chuckled, "How did you do that?"

"A magician never gives up her secrets," I smirked.

"I am impressed," he said, "You've got yourself a wonderful lady, George," he added, clapping George on the shoulder.

George half-heartedly smiled and nodded. I noticed Fred giving him a certain look, making George give a look back.

What in the name of Merlin's saggy left trouser is going on? Oh crap, I sound like a witch.

"I better be going," Mr. Weasley smiled, "Your mother will want me home soon."

"Thanks for stopping by, Dad," Fred smiled.

"We'll see you soon," George said.

I walked Mr. Weasley to the door.

"It was nice seeing you, Mr. Weasley," I said.

"I think it was about time you called me Arthur," he said.

"Well I hope you stop by soon, Arthur," I smiled.

"Have a nice day, Aaralyn," he said as he walked away from the shop.

I closed the door, turning around to see that Fred and George were already gone. I guess they wanted to get back to their experiments. I walked upstairs and decided to read a book in the living room. I continued to flip through the pages when I thought about what was going on with George and Fred. It was mostly George though. He was acting quite odd lately. And Fred was involved in some way. He was always involved in some odd way. I just wanted to know what the hell was going on!

"You ready?" I asked excitedly.

Fred and George looked at each other and then nodded towards me.

"Open the door," Fred said.

I turned towards the door, looking at the anxious kids that were waiting outside. I unlocked it and swung it opened, letting the kids swarm in. Immediately the shop came to life with excitement and laughter. Young witches and wizards were looking at the products and few were flying around the shop. I was already in love with my job.

"The place looks awesome," someone said behind me.

I turned around startled, to surprisingly see Rosaline. I squealed and hugged her tightly.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Well you told me that opening day was today, so I thought I'd check the place out," she shrugged, "Besides I missed you."

"Yeah, I missed you, too," I said.

"So how is it living with George and Fred?" she asked.

"It's what I expected," I said, "Eventful and crazy every day. How's Sirius?"

"He's doing fine," she said, "He seems to be recovering quite well to this...uh, incident."

"Well that's good," I chuckled.

"Oh, that reminds me," she muttered.

Rosaline then pulled a paper from her back pocket.

"It's a letter I got from Cassie," she said, "She knows that you left, and unfortunately so does Nick."
"He was pretty pissed off, wasn't he?" I asked, biting my lip nervously.

She didn't answer. She only opened the letter and cleared her throat.

"'Aaralyn White!'" she quoted, "'How dare you go run off with some guy! And on top of that he's 17! He has more experience and could take advantage of you! I expected better from you! You're 15! You're too young to living with a guy! What if he hurts you? Or gets you pregnant? But apparently you won't because Cassie says so. Blah, blah, blah...' It basically keeps going on like that from what Cassie told me."

"Crap," I groaned, "Do you think he's still mad?"

"No," she said, "Nick's a grown man, he'll get over it."

"Well let's think about something happier," I said, "Would you like a private tour?"

"Sure, why not?" she shrugged.

We then started to walk around the shop.

"You've already seen these before," I explained, "Most of the products are from Fred and George's pranking days at Hogwarts. We do have new products, though: Anti Gravity Hats, Edible Dark Marks, Reusable Hangman..."

"What about this?" Rosaline asked, picking up a small glittery black ball.

"Oh that's a Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder," I said, "It's great for escaping since it created complete darkness and penetrates spells such as Lumos or Incendio."

"Impressive," she smirked.

"Excuse me?" a faint voice called from behind.

I turned around to see an 11-year-old girl shyly looking up at me.

"Where could I find the quills?" she asked.

"Oh, their towards the back," I said pointing at the end of the aisle, "You'll find them once you see the Punching Telescopes and Reusable Hangmen."

"Thank you," she smiled and hurried away.

I turned back to Rosaline, who was smiling proudly at me.

"I never thought I'd see this day," she said.

"What?" I asked.

"You have a good job and a normal...not exactly normal life but you love it," she said, "I think I might be jealous of you."

I laughed and amusingly shook my head. Almost very quickly I got a piercing headache. I grasped my forehead and winced.

"Are you okay?" Rosaline asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, "Just a small headache. So do you want to see the rest of the place?"

"Okay," she said.

As I guided her around the store, the headache started to grow stronger. I rubbed my fingers against my forehead, quietly hissing in pain. I shut my eyes and then started to see flickers of something. I stopped in my tracks, making Rosaline stop worriedly.

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked.

I didn't answer. I suddenly felt my knees weaken, so I held onto Rosaline's shoulder for support. She quickly grabbed onto me and dragged me into the back room. She sat me down on the floor and made me look her in the eyes.

"What's going on?" she asked.

I still didn't say anything. I could hear her talking to me, but then her voice started to fade away from me. And then my vision was gone. I was seeing something completely different. It was a large room with an archway. People were fighting everywhere with wands, obviously making it a wizard battle. But where was it? I noticed a few familiar faces; Lupin, Moody, Harry. But then the image went away and changed to a new one, a sadder one. Harry was trying to pull away from Lupin's grasp, he was crying and screaming for someone. And then it was black again.

"Aaralyn!" someone shouted.

I returned to reality, seeing George now in front of me, holding me tightly. His eyes worriedly screamed fear.

"Are you okay?" he asked, "What happened? Are you sick?"

"No, I'm fine," I said.

I then started to get up, with the unneeded help from George.

"Are you sure?" he asked, "You could go back up to the flat and lie down if you need to. Or you -"

"I'm fine," I repeated, "Trust me, I'm fine."
I lightly smiled and kissed him gently. I looked back into his eyes, hoping that he had stopped worrying about me. He sighed and then kissed my forehead.

"If this happens again then you go straight upstairs," he said.

"Fine," I sighed.

I walked back outside to see Rosaline standing there, waiting anxiously.

"What was that?" she asked, "Did you see something?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "It was some sort of fight. Harry is going to be there."

"What happened?" she asked.

"I think someone's going to die," I said.