K15: So I know it's been a while since I've updated, but I've been like super busy.

Fred: Yeah.

Me: If you guys ever get to see chance to see the Harry Potter exhibit! I highly recommend it! It was freaking amazing when I saw it! Anyway, so here's the newest update. Later. K15

Disclaimer: You know, it hasn't changed in months, and I don't think it's going to change now. But just in case. I don't own Harry Potter.

The moment that Fred walked into the Burrow, he felt like his mother should come rushing over and fussing over his lack of home-cooked meals. He traveled across the living room, surprised to see how clean it was now that most Mrs. Weasley's children had left home, to the kitchen. He saw Pamela sitting there talking to Hermione; both girls were peeling potatoes probably for dinner later that night. It was odd to see his mother nowhere in sight.

"How are my two favorite girls?" asked Fred, putting his arms around the bushy haired girl and her friend.

Pamela blushed a little and placed down the knife. She quietly excused herself and made her way out to the backyard. Hermione continued peeling the potatoes without so much of a word towards Fred. The boy in question sighed and sat at the table. He felt like he was a little child again, when his siblings had gone out to their uncle's house and he was stuck at home, sicker than a dog.

"Are you not going to talk to me now?" Fred finally asked, propping his feet up on the table.

"I don't think I really need to answer that," she replied stiffly.

Thinking that Hermione wasn't worth the argument, he made his way over to the sink and picked up the knife that Pamela was once using. He began to peel potatoes, peeling them faster than Hermione was. The two refused to look at each other, but focused on the mountain of food that Mrs. Weasley had left to be peeled.

The minutes ticked on slowly. Fred's eyes fell on his favorite clock in the world, all which the hands pointed to different "times". While three of them were on Home, the rest were on Work, aside from Ginny's. The only addition to the clock was Hermione, Harry, and Fleur. All of the Weasley's agreed that the three of them belonged in the family.

Hermione let out a gasp and jumped away from the sink. The knife and potato fell out her hands, hurtling towards the ground. Fred opened his mouth to say something, but was surprised to find the two items hovering in midair. His eyes narrowed and shifted from side to side.

With a twist of her body, Hermione had her wand out. Fred continued doing what he was doing, pretending that the new threat wasn't in the room. For once, he would listen closely and only jump in when needed.

"Hermione, Frederick, it is great to see you again," Chase greeted, brushing his black hair out of his face.

"What do you want?" she snapped.

"Manners, Granger," he told her. As his blue eyes remained locked with her hazel ones, there where a sense of mischief sparkling deep within them. "I control your life in the palm in my hand."

Hermione's eyes narrowed, and the grip on her wand tightened. The tip of it began to glow a red color. But Chase remained unmoved. He turned towards Fred, who remained at the sink.

"No greetings, Weasley?" he asked. "I know you've been doing your best to avoid me."

"I don't have to try, I can," Fred answered, continuing his job of peeling potatoes.

"What do you want?" Hermione asked again.

With a flick of his wrist, Hermione was sent flying against the wall. She looked up at him and Fred. By now, Fred was turned around the tip of his wand glowing green. His blue-green eyes darkened to almost a black color. There was a force, that was almost visible around him, that sent the lights flickering on and off, and the wind picked up blowing flowers and leaves around.

"Easy now Weasley, remember we had a deal. You don't want the pretty Mudblood to get hurt do you?"

Fred took in a deep breath, but the tip of his wand remained glowing. The wind began to settle down and the lights remained on. He refused to let Chase get the upper hand. "What do you want?"

"World domination, the Light, and of course the reign of Pure bloods," he answered the younger of the two Weasleys. "Your brother has upheld his end of the deal. I'm coming into check in on yours. Have you?"

"I don't think that is any of your concern," Fred snarled. "I refuse to take any orders from you."

Chase chuckled, before pulling out a seat. Another flick of his wand, he chained Hermione to the wall. He took a bright red apple from Mrs. Weasley's fruit basket. He took a bite into it and looked over at Fred.

"It's a shame," he said, shaking his head. "Pamela is such a pretty girl."

"You stay away from her," Fred barked, taking a step closer.

Chase shrugged his black clothed shoulders. He threw the apple onto the ground and walked over to Hermione. He ran a finger over her chin. She pulled back and then tried to bite him. "You know all the feisty girls don't you, Weasley?" He then turned his attention back to the situation at hand. "I'm giving you three weeks. That is going to put you after Pamela's finals at Salem. You are to get her to me before, say the fifteenth of December, and everyone you love Bell, your family, Granger, and Potter will be gone from your life. And you will not be able to replace them."

"Don't do it, Fred!" Hermione shouted. "You're stronger than that!"

Fred narrowed his eyes, as Chase returned his attention to Hermione. He moved his hand back and went to hit her. But it turned out the redheaded male was quicker. He grabbed his hand and threw twisted him down to the ground.

Fred knelt down so he was face to face with Chase. "Fine, I will do it. But you have to promise to leave me and my friends alone."

"Frederick, I don't think—" Chase started.

"Go away, I'll do what you want. I'll turn Pamela in by mid December," Fred barked.

Chase glared at Fred and with a snap of his fingers everything returned to normal. Hermione fell from the wall, straight into Fred's arms. He smiled and returned Hermione to a standing position.

"Fred?"

"I rather not talk about it," he answered as the back door opened. Pamela walked in and smiled at Fred. He offered her a smile back and his mother walked in.

Pamela walked over to the sink and began to finish her chores. "Pamela, Hermione, you've done plenty," Mrs. Weasley told them. "Why don't you two relax some, you too Fred."

Pamela smiled at Mrs. Weasley and took her boyfriend by the arm and led him up the stairs. "Fred, I'm sorry."

He raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"

She opened his door and shut it. She led him towards the bed and sat him down. He took her into his arms and kissed her forehead. He kicked a pair of boxers under the bed. "Pamela, are you okay?"

"You're keeping something from me," she stated. "I want to know what's going on."

"Don't worry about it. I just want to protect you—"

"Fred, George wanted to change the plan the other day when I had lunch with him," stated Pamela. She adjusted her pink framed glasses and the brushed a piece of her blonde hair out of her face. "Harry and Draco went on it with it. Then, a few minutes ago there was huge power source sending the weather a little crazy."

"It's nothing, I promise," Fred assured her. "Tomorrow I want to take you to Ollivander's. I just want to look at wands, you don't have to pick anything. But you know just looking."

Pamela shook her head and snuggled up closer to him. "I don't know, it's just the wand always chooses the wizard or witch. I don't know if I'm ready to replace my two old wands quite yet."

Fred moved in closer and captured her lips. She ran her fingers through his red hair. He moved his lips from her lips and began to kiss down her shoulders, moving to her shoulders and the crook between her shoulder and neck. She let out a sigh and titled her head to the side, allowing him better access.

"Fred," she moaned.

"Hmm?" he questioned, nibbling a little.

"I think we should get back to your mother," she stated.

He pulled away and looked her in the eyes. Once again she smiled. She stood up and took a step away from him. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back. He kissed her chasitly.

It was then he asked, "Are you afraid of what could happen?"

Pamela looked at Fred. She blushed and yanked her arm out of his reach. She moved closer to the door and offered him a sadder smile. "No, of course not." She then shut the door behind her.

Fred fell back on the bed. He pulled on his ear length hair. There was too much stress on him. In less than a month, George was going to Hungry for their dream of getting Weasley Wizard Wheezes of going global. Then there was Chase and him wanting Pamela to locate the Light. And then to top it all off, he wanted to protect Pamela, but she refused to accept the help, nor did she want him to worry over her.

He sighed. There was too much drama for his liking. He took in a deep breath. And a thought hit him. He looked up at the door and smirked. It was a good thing that Harry, Draco, Hermione, his brother, and Ron were all going to be at dinner tonight. Because they had to get to the Light before Chase did.

K15: I guess I don't have much to say. Other than, I'm working on the next chapter as you read this. Hopefully it will be done before I get to college and start classes.

Fred: I'm guessing by next Wednesday for an update.

Me: I'm hoping to do one on Saturday and then maybe one later. Who knows? Don't forget to review. Later. K15