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Fred and George had purchased a shop in Diagon Alley, but it was in desperate need of a little tlc, and they wanted me to stay for the week and help them fix it up a little. Staying with the twins for a week sounded brilliant, but I wasn't sure how I'd convince Remus or Sirius to let me go. After all, the twins were male…

"Soooo, how are you guys doing today?" I asked casually, wandering into the kitchen for lunch.

"Moony's making waffles," Sirius said by way of an answer which I assumed meant he was fine.

"Odd. I recall having waffles a mere six hours ago," I said, sitting down.

"A few people were supposed to be here for breakfast and never showed, so there was a lot of batter left over; it seemed a shame to waste it, and Padfoot does love it so," Remus answered. "Don't worry, I'm also making plenty of bacon."

"Ah, then all food redundancy is forgiven," I said.

Within minutes, Remus had plopped a plate down in front of me. I chewed on my bacon thoughtfully. "So you two heard about the twin's buying a place down at Diagon Alley, right?"

"Bloody brilliant, isn't it?" Sirius said, eyes twinkling mischievously. "If I'd know what they were up to, I would've donated some money for the cause myself."

"Yeah. The place they got isn't bad, but it needs some care. Lots of cleaning, and shelf-hanging, and what-not."

"Sounds like they have a lot of work ahead of them," Remus said.

"Yeah," I muttered, taking another bite of bacon. "I wish I could go help them. I mean it's great here and all, but it'd be nice to get out of the house."

Remus slowly put down his fork. "Rika, what are you suggesting?"

"Oh nothing. Just the twins sort of invited me to stay the week at their shop and—"

"No," both males said simultaneously.

"But—"

"No."

"But I miss them! I love you guys, but I need to be around other teenagers!"

"I'm sorry Rika," Remus sighed, "I do trust you, but I'm just not comfortable with letting you stay with two teenage boys…"

"And frankly, I'm tempted to hex them for even suggesting it," Sirius growled.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "You think by now wizards would have invented some kind of man-touching repellent so their daughters could venture out without the threat of male hormones complicating things."

Sirius leaned over to Remus and they began talking hurriedly under their breath. After a few minutes of what looked like quite vicious whisper-fighting, Sirius pulled out his wand. "Now hold still Rika."

Unsurely, I let him wave his wand over me in a complicated manner. He then sat back, smirking.

"Alright," Remus said, "you may stay at the twins."

My jaw dropped. "You..What did you?" My eyes dropped to my waist. "I'm not going to take off my trousers and find a chastity belt am I?"

Sirius shook his head. "No, it's a spell we used—er, I used," he amended at Remus's look, "to mess with James and Lily once. Let's just say that any untoward actions towards you would result in temporary paralysis and purple hair."

"Um..wow..so..all my internal organs still work, right?" I asked a bit nervously.

"Well considering Lily managed to later give birth to Harry, I'd say you're good."

"So how long does it last?"

"What does it matter?" Remus asked.

"Unless you're planning suspicious activity," Sirius added warningly.

"I'm not..It's just..Well it seems to be the sort of thing I ought to know, and—you know what, this is just plain bizarre. I'm just going to shut up now and eat my bacon and pretend that whole spell thing never happened."

"That would be most wise," Remus said.

"Oh but before I forget it," I leaned over and punched Sirius's arm, ignoring his ow. "Next time you cast a spell on me, tell me what it is prior to said casting."

"Will do," he grumbled, rubbing his arm.

"So let me get this straight," Kayla said slowly. She, Damon, and I were chatting on the phone. "Your guardians basically forced a no-sex spell on your?"

"I know, it's creepy, right!" I said. "I mean, who does that? And I don't care what the purpose is for, my honorary uncle should never do a spell that involves my lady parts. Ever. It's just wrong."

"The spell's probably directed at your clothing, not your parts," Damon said. "I mean the spell was originally used as a prank on Harry's dad, right? I doubt they'd do a prank that involved using a spell on some girl's unmentionables."

"So, like if someone tried to strip Rika it'd kick in?" Kayla asked.

"Probably," Damon answered.

"But what if I catch on fire?" I asked. "And one of the twins is just trying to help get the flames away from me, and then they get all petrified and purple, and I have to explain to my guardians what happened, and they don't believe me, and try to kill the twin, and I get grounded?"

"Rika," Damon said slowly, "Fred and George are two legal aged wizards. If you were to catch on fire, they'd just conjure water to dose you with."

"Besides," Kayla added, "I'm sure the burn marks you'd get would be enough to convince them that you weren't lying."

"True…" I nodded to myself. "Okay, I think I feel better now, thanks guys."

"You know, we should really start charging you for these little talks," Kayla said.

"Though to be fair, they're just not the same now that we're no longer pulling you into random broom closets in the process," Damon said with a sigh.

I snorted. "Too true—not about the paying part because we both know that you two are the ones who are lucky to have me—it's just not the same phone-versing. I can't wait till the summer when we can see each other again."

"Same here," Kayla said wistfully. "We're going to wreak so much havoc."

"About that," Damon said slowly, "Rika, I've been thinking..From what I've gathered, Harry's family are completely rotten, right?"

"The worst."

"And he has to go back this summer?"

"Yeah, Dumbledore said so, but he also said that Harry only had to stay for a month."

"What if you could accompany him for a month?" Damon asked in a mischievous voice.

"Go on," I said.

"What if we contacted the Dursleys and asked if they were interested to participate in a prestigious opportunity to host a foreign English language major so that they could see the culture first hand."

I smiled widely. "You. Are. A. Genius."

"Fred and George are coming today! Fred and George are coming today! To take me away from this boring place! Ooooooooh, Fred and George are coming today!"

Sirius sighed, giving me a dry look. "Rika, as much as I normally love your singing, even you have to admit that you're being more annoying than a Chihuahua on crack."

"I know," I answered, skipping Sirius's bedroom, "but I'm so excited!"

"And you can't be excited in your own room because?"

"My room has crap on the floor from packing. If I tried to skip I'd fall and break my neck. We wouldn't want that, now would we?"

"No," Sirius grumbled in a voice that suggested he may not mind it too much.

I flopped down on the bed next to him. "Sorry Siri. I really do love being with you and Remus, but I miss my friends. It'll be nice to hang around a couple people my age for while."

"I know pup," Sirius smiled, patting my head.

There was a knock on the door, and Remus came in. "Rika, the twins are here."

I ran to my room to grab my pack, and shot down the stairs. I ran straight for the twins, pulling them into crushing hugs. "Fred! George! Oh, how I've missed you so!"

"We've missed you too and all," Fred wheezed out.

"But would you mind not chocking us?" George coughed.

I let go of them, instead latching onto their arms instead. "Kay. Bye Remus."

"Don't I get a hug goodbye?" he asked with a mock pout.

"Me too!" Sirius yelled, running down the stairs.

I gave both men large hugs. Remus waved his wand over me.

"What did I say about doing random spells on me without forewarning?" I frowned.

"I just changed your appearance a little as a precaution. Orange hair and brown eyes with a few new freckles; you could pass as a Weasley cousin no problem."

I nodded, giving them each one last goodbye hug. George pulled an old can out of his pocket. Following Fred's lead, I placed a hand on it; within seconds, an unfamiliar tug at my navel signaled we were being portkeyed away.

Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes wasn't too impressive at first glance. It was a two story building, dull and dusty, and in desperate need of a fresh coat of paint (preferably not its current sludge color). The bottom floor was separated into two rooms; a large store front, and a smaller storage area. Upstairs was a living area, a simple two bedroom one bath affair. The twins had already moved in upstairs. They were sharing one room and had turned the other into a living room-den type place.

"So," Fred said, clapping me on the shoulder, "you ready to start scrubbing?"

I turned the volume up on my phone, setting it to randomly play music. "I am now."

"OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH! For she's a jolly good weeerewolf, for she's a jolly good weeerewolf! For she's a jolly good weeereWOOOOOLLLLLFFFF! Who needs to stop almost diiiieee!...ing!"

I rolled my eyes at the twins. We'd spent the whole day cleaning (singing, hexing, and water fighting), and the second we'd called it a day, they'd pulled out the firewhiskey. This was about the twelfth time I'd heard what a jolly good werewolf I was.

"Hey, hey Rika?" Fred asked, slinging an arm around my shoulders.

I hadn't taken any of the firewhiskey, but I was plenty amused watching them get sloshed. "Yes?"

"Was'a witht that Kayla chick?"

"What about her?"

"She like? You know? Like?"

"Sorry hon, but I don't follow. Does she like what?"

"Does she liiiiiiiiiiiiiike?"

George began giggling, rolling on the carpet. "Freddie likes Kaylie!"

Fred swiped at his brother—though how he expected to reach them when they were several feet apart was beyond me—"Shuddup you pratface."

George stuck out his tongue. "Least I t'aint ugly."

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey. I'll have you know I am the seexeey twin!"

"No, no, you're the..the..was the song?" George suddenly jumped in the air. "U. G. L. K. YOU AIN'T GOT NO ALIBY, YOU UCLEY! YEAH, YEAH, YOU'RE AN UGLY PRATFACE!" As he sang, repeating the same messed-up lyrics, he began doing wobbly arm jesters. I think he was trying to spell out the letters, though whether he was going for 'ugly' or 'uglk,' I couldn't decide.

"Riiikaaa," Fred whined, leaning heavier against my shoulder. "You think I'm the sexy one right?"

"No offense, but I really don't find either of you that sexy."

"But Kayla thinks I'm sexy, right?"

"Toooold yaaa!" George sang out, falling to the floor and cackling.

"Is this what you two do every night?" I asked, dumping Fred on the floor. "Get drunk and fight over who's the sexier twin?"

"Yup!" they chorused, both sitting up just to fall over again.

Sirius sighed, leaning back in his chair. He and Moony had been tense all day. Tonight was an Order meeting. Neither man was sure, but Dumbledore was hinting that they'd be speaking of Rika tonight. To his left, Remus popped another piece of chocolate in his mouth, drumming his fingers impatiently on the table. It was odd to see Remus so wound up when he was usually so controlled in his emotions, but Sirius suspected that the unfathomable amount of chocolate the man had consumed to 'calm his nerves' probably wasn't helping.

"Thank you all for coming," Dumbledore started as he always did. "I know you have all been very concerned about Miss Rika's condition. The results Severus have found are…a bit disturbing, but not as bad as we feared. Severus, if you will?"

Snape nodded. As he spoke, he addressed the entire group, careful not to meet the stares of the anxious mutts. "Let me begin by saying that she will be fine. None of the side effects will cause her any harm. While we do believe that it is very possible the Dark Lord has managed to create a werewolf animagus prior to this, and may do so later, it is highly doubtful that Miss Rika herself will become one. She did not receive what would be considered a 'full treatment,' and it would take an extraordinary amount of magic to try and force her to transform. What side effects she does display will be more annoyances than anything; extreme vulnerability or restlessness during certain moon phases."

The discussion moved on, but Remus was no longer listening, dizzy with a sense of relief. Rika would be okay. Sirius closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh, and Tonks leaned over, patting him on the back. Her smile looked as relieved as he felt.

By the third night, I decided I needed some whiskey myself to deal with the twins drunken albeit hilarious midnight antics. I was pretty sure my metabolism wouldn't let me get truly drunk. Either way, the twins were both rolling about, cackling about exploding pastries, and I was feeling only mildly buzzished. Just enough to make everything seem mildly hilarious. Pfff. There was a fly. Silly fly.

My phone rang. Pff. Phone. "Hello?" I said putting on my best sober voice.

"Hey," Aubrey said. "I heard you were spending a week with the twins."

Aubrey called me the least out of all my friends. it was mostly due to the fact that he had trouble finding the privacy to while in the Slytherin dorms

"Yup. It's pretty fun. They seem to be celebrating their new independence by destroying their livers."

"Firewhiskey?"

"Ooooh yeah."

"Is there any reason you're talking like an Auror?"

"Do what now?"

"You know Auror's always talk weird in movies? Like how cops always talk weird in muggle movies?"

"Oh. That would be my sober voice."

"So I take it you're not sober?"

I started snickering. "Mostly. Pfff."

"Exactly how sloshed are you?"

"Just buzzy. I'm pretty good compared to the twins. George just ripped his shirt off. Fred accused him of being a whale and tackled him. They're wrestling now."

"Lovely."

"Hey Stuuuuds?"

"Yes?"

"I miiiisss yooouu."

"Rika if you start getting all drunkenly emotional on me, I will hang up. And I miss you too."

I laughed at him. Silly Aubrey. As if he could hang up on my awesomness. …Wait… "Holy bollucks, I think Sirius's obnoxiousness has absorbed into my conscience."

"It's probably just the liquor talking."

Hmmm. Good point. Strange that liquor and Siri sounded so similar. So when he drank liquor was he drinking himself? Did that make him a cannibal? A Siriabble? Siri in a can? Wiat..Siri in a bottle!

"You're laughing again," Aubrey said with a sigh. "And it's not the sane type of laughter."

"If Sirius was an alcohol, what do you think he'd be called? Padwizzer? Sirius mist? Pad light?"

"I think you've had more firewhiskey than you need."

"No, I can be soberish!" I took a long calming breath, trying to keep focused, and managed to have a half way decent conversation with Aubrey (aside from the occasional giggle).

"No."

"But Rika—"

"No."

"Really now—"

"No."

"Be reasonable."

"Bite me, and no."

The twins had been insisting they pay me for my services; I insisted that laughing at their drunkenness each night was payment enough.

George shook his head. "Just take the money. It's not much, but it'll make us feel better."

I glared at the offered payment, but a sudden idea hit me. "Fine. I'll take it. On one condition."

"Yes?" they both asked, leaning forward.

"You go out and spend every ounce of it at the sweets shop."

They shrugged. "Alright," Fred said. "Anything in particular?"

"Whatever's good."

He nodded, taking off. I turned to George with a smirk. "So he likes Kayla?"

"Sure does. Though it would've been polite to wait for him to have been down the street before we began gossiping about him."

"I'm a beast; we don't adhere to this 'politeness' of which you speak."

He hit me good-naturedly on the shoulder. "Think she likes him back."

"I don't know. Kayla likes a lot of guys. I'll try to figure out."

"So..I guess we should finish putting the shelves up?"

"That would be for the best."

I had Fred and George send nearly all of the candy I bought to Ron. Attached to said sweets was a small, unsigned note from me saying to share it with all of the people I loved. Kayla would be able to recognize my handwriting, and I could finally stop feeling bad about my lack of Christmas presents to everyone. I set aside a large portion of fudge for Sirius and Remus, and the twins and I ate the rest of the candy. Which probably wasn't a good idea; apparently three teens hyped on sugar can be more dangerous than three teens sloshed on firewhiskey.

We ripped the mattress off of George's bed, and proceeded to try and ride down the stairs on it (which surprisingly worked). Fred tried to bungee-jump of the stairs with a few bed sheets made into a makeshift rope (which unsurprisingly did not work). The twins spelled transfigured the den light into a giant chandelier, and we all began jumping towards it. At one point, I managed to latch on to it by launching myself off of the back of the couch, and swung from it, belting out random song lyrics. The night ended with the twins streaking down Diagon Alley on their brooms (which was pretty pointless as no one was out at 3 am).

No other night resulted in such mass chaos—though there was still plenty of chaos—and there was no more alcohol. Personally, I think the twins just wanted to see how many nights they could drink before they drove me to do the same. I wasn't sure whether to be proud that I made it three nights, or disappointed that I'd caved so soon.

By the end of the week, the shop was unrecognizable with bright colors, and crazy streamers. The twins and I gave each other high-fives, and I pulled them in to tight hugs.

"You two better visit me at Grimmie-house!"

"We'll try," Fred assured.

"If we can ever get away from our adoring customers," George finished.

The fireplace sprung to life, and Remus stepped out of the flames. Sirius followed close behind, scowling. "Oi! Break up the love fest!"

Rolling my eyes, I released the twins.

"I see neither of you are purple," Sirius said approvingly.

The twins exchanged a look. Just as they opened their mouths, I cut them off with a 'don't ask.' Wisely, they nodded, keeping silent.

We flood back to Grimmuald, and Remus pulled me into a hug. "Good to see you again. How are you?"

"Tired. And bruised. I think I need a nap."

Remus laughed, ruffling my hair. "I'd imagine so. Go take a nap cub."

Sirius and Remus were both wearing rather disturbing smiles. I sighed, putting down my book. "Alright, what's going on you two?"

"Well, we'd tell you," Remus said, trailing off.

"But then you'd have to kill me?" I asked.

"No, just blindfold you first," Sirius said, pulling a men's tie out of his pocket.

I stared at it for a moment, debating whether or not it was worth it. "…Alright, but get a different blindfold. I don't want anything that's been in your pockets touching my face."

Remus went to the kitchen and grabbed a clean dishtowel and wrapped it across my eyes. I was led outside, and Remus whispered a 'hang on' before the always unpleasant feeling of appaparating struck me. When my feet—the rest of me was only saved by Remus's grip—hit the ground again, my blindfold was ripped off. I blinked in surprise. I was looking at Remus's house, but something was off.

"Did the house get bigger?"

My guardian's grabbed my shoulders, leading me inside. They led me to a room downstairs decorated in red and gold.

"This is Harry's room," Sirius explained, obviously excited. "Dumbledore said that he could stay here sometime this summer, and we want him to feel at home.

I smiled, instantly loving the idea; Harry would be ecstatic.

I barely had time to process it though, when I was being whisked upstairs to a second new room—Sirius's room.

"No more bunking with Moony!" Sirius declared proudly.

His room was like a more mature version of Harry's—deeper shades of gold and red, and more sophisticated furniture. Though the effect was ruined by the motorcycle posters.

"Is this why we haven't been here in so long? You guys were remodeling?"

"We didn't want you to see it till it was done," Remus explained. "But there's still one more thing you need to see."

Next they led me to my room. Outside my window, I could see a trellis had been set up, much like the one at Grimmuald. I gave it an approving nod. The most drastic change though was that a new door seemed to have materialized. I opened it, wondering if I was going to get another closet, but instead found a bathroom.

"Since you're a girl, we figured it was a little mean to make you share with two blokes—three when Harry gets here," Sirius said.

I turned to give them each large hugs. I was looking forward to some nice, long baths. "Are we staying here for a while?" I asked eagerly.

Sirius nodded. "The wards are set so that anyone who is not a guest—basically everyone not in the Order—will trigger them. You'll be able to feel it, and you'll have plenty of time to floo back to Grimmuald."

I smiled, eager to settle into last summer's familiar routine.

Tonks leaned against the kitchen counter, watching Remus chop up vegetables. The werewolf was smiling to himself, his features softened, taking years off his handsome face. She could hear the sound of Rika, singing, coming from the living room.

"You've been awfully happy this week," she pointed out. "Any particular reason?"

He shrugged. "Rika's been happy. I haven't heard her sing to herself since she came back at Christmas. I think spending time with the twins was good for her."

Tonks nodded. Rika seemed like a generally happy person to her, but she couldn't help but notice the girl had seemed a tad down.

Remus turned to her, his eyes alight with a mischief that made her breath catch. "And she's about to be really happy; I've got a surprise for her," he said, lowering his voice.

"What?" Tonks asked, leaning closer to him.

Remus leaned in closer. "Well—"

He was cut off by the sound of the door opening. Remus straightened up, smiling widely. "That'll be it now."

I paused in my dusting, hearing the door open. I wondered who it was. Probably one of the Weasleys or maybe Kingsley. I walked out of the living room and to the doorway, and froze, my song coming to an abrupt stop.

He smiled, a bit wickedly, eyes dancing with amusement at my expression. "Happy to see me?"

Remus came to stand me, laughing quietly at me. "Good to see you Severus. Mr. Calls."

Aubrey. Standing in the doorway. Before I had fully managed to comprehend his presence, I threw myself at him, wrapping myself in his arms.

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