Disclaimer: sorry I forgot about this! It was a mistake I never meant to make. Anyway, I don't own the Weasleys or any other characters you might see in this story except Miss. Doony. That's right, she's mine, but she doesn't know it yet! It's better when they don't know, believe me.

Doony for Hire

Teresa Doony walked slowly along the streets of London. The world was still slightly blurry from her new contacts, and though she tried not to, she ran into several people walking down the street.

It was a lovely day in London, too. The sky was full of fluffy, white clouds and the sun was warm on one's face. She welcomed it with open arms, and got quite a few stares from other pedestrians, who watched her as she stood in the middle of the street, face pointed towards the heavens. When she had had enough of it, she started walking again.

She looked carefully at each store, obviously trying to find something. People tended to stay away from her, her too-skinny form and tattered clothes making her look rather dangerous. She noted this in the back of her mind as she found what she was looking for. Looking carefully that no one was watching she opened the door, and was greeted by the smell and look of an old pub. The door made a loud creaking noise as she entered, and everyone looked up at her, some in a bit of surprise. And, unless her ears had stopped working properly, she distinctly heard someone mutter 'Muggle.'

''Ello!' she said cheerfully, and gave her biggest smile. She worked her way over to the bar, and noticed the bartender staring at her. 'You wouldn't believe the Muggles out there this time of day, iss'a nightmare, 'ad to wait a few minutes to open the door, a nosy kid kept looking a' me.' With her use of the word 'Muggle,' people started to shake their heads and laugh, muttering they've got to stop acting so mad.

'What will it be?' the bartender asked, and she shrugged.

''Alf a pint of ale,' she answered, and he filled it to her desire. 'Thanks,' she answered, and looked around the pub.

'What've you been doing lately? Looks like you've gone to Azkaban and back!' he said, and she laughed. It was true, she did. Her clothes were torn in several places, not to mention they looked purely Muggle.

'I've 'ad a bit of money troubles recently,' she answered, and he squinted a bit, 'buh don' worry, I've got the money for yeh!' She answered, and gave him three sickles. He looked at them thouroughly before putting them in a money pouch.

'What did you say your name was?' he asked, and Teresa nodded.

'Well, I didn' say. But it's Teresa. Teresa Doony.' She said, and he nodded.

'Sounds familiar…' he muttered before going over to the next customer. He quickly forgot about her, and she downed the rest of her ale before going to the other side of the Leaky Cauldron, and out the door. She came across a brick wall, and pulling out her wand, and tapped it on the brick three up and two across. Before her eyes the walls opened to show to her a street lined with many shops. Witches and Wizards looked at the windows of shops on either side, as others walked in and out of their doors.

'Diagon Alley,' Teresa said as her lips formed into a grin, ''aven't seen yeh for ages!' she said to herself, and walked down the street, straight to the famous Wizarding bank, Gringotts. As she walked through the doors she saw goblins busily scribbling away at their desks, ignoring her as she came. At the end of the long, red carpet she came up to a goblin set high in a desk. After a few moments of him ignoring her she cleared her throat, which did nothing. She did so again, more loudly, and when he still did not ask of her business, she sighed.

'Sir!' she exclaimed, and he himself sighed, as if hoping the more he ignored her, the quicker she would leave.

'Yes?' he asked, obviously irritated.

'Morning!' she said happily, and pulled a key from her pocket, 'vault two hundred and twenty-five, please.'

'Very well- GRIPHOOK!' at the summons, another goblin showed itself and bowed to her. The one behind the counter gave him the key, and in a nasally voice Griphook said 'follow me.'

George sighed and looked at the sign on their window that read 'testers for new products needed, is paying job.' No one had even really bothered to read it. No one of age, at any rate: loads of kids would look at it, beg their parents, and be turned down by the parent in question. The sign had been up for a month, and it was nearing the middle of July.

'We told mum no one would want to be hired for it,' Fred said, and George nodded.

'Woman won't believe us when we say it has to work on more people than us.' It was a slow part of the day, during lunchtime and no one was in the store at the moment. 'Bloody boring… wonder how Harry's doing, eh? Think the load of gits are treating him right?'

'I doubt it. Muggle boy's probably giving him hell as we speak. It'd be nice to give him a bit of Canary Creams, eh?' Fred said, referring to an innocent-looking cream that turned the person who ate it into a large canary. The mere picture of Dudley swelling into the bird was enough for the both of them to crack up laughing.  They were so busy laughing that they didn't notice someone come up and look at the sign. The person looked at the sign, read it three times, and then opened the door to the shop. The twins sat up quickly, but went back down when they saw the person was a bit older, not one of their usual customers.

''Ello!' she said, smiling. The two raised their eyebrows, and grinned evilly at each other; her cockney accent was extremely heavy.

'Hello Miss!' George said, 'can we help you?'

'Yes… er… that notice on your window… any experience needed?' she asked, and grinned very small. Fred nearly fell from his chair.

'You mean you want our products tested on you?' he gaped, and the woman nodded.

'I need a laugh and a job,' she said, and looked around the room, 'unless you 'ave… anyone else jumping at the chance.' The silence of the empty room confirmed her suspicions, and the Weasley's nodded.

'All right, then, to the back room!' Fred proclaimed, and they practically pulled her to their back room. They then sat her in a chair, and they summoned their own chairs next to them.

'Any experience testing magical products?'

'N-'

'Age?'

'Tw-'

'Name, date of birth?'

'Te-'

'Wonderful!' Fred exclaimed as they stood, and both shook each of her hands. 'All the requirements are met perfectly.'

'You'll be paid one forth of the profits from each product you test.'

'One third.'

'Deal.' George agreed to her haggle, and took a closer look at her clothes. They looked newly-bought and they were rather expensive-looking… why did she need a job? He pushed it to the back of his mind, though Fred gave him a look that said the same thing.

'Now, what's your name?'

'Teresa Doony,' the woman said, and the twins glanced at each other again.

'That's familiar…' George said and Fred agreed. 'How old are you? Where do you live?'

'I'm twenty-one years old and I live on number 22 Charter'ouse Street.'

'Here in London?' George asked, and she nodded, but George's eyes flickered to her hair, then back to her face. 'Erm…'

'My 'air?' she asked, and both of them nodded, 'it runs in the family, prematurely gray. I'll be totally white by forty.' She said, and Fred nodded. 'And you're the Weasleys!' she proclaimed quite suddenly, making both of them glance at each other again. 'Well don't be so surprised, I can tell by your hair and freckles.' She said, and Fred raised an eyebrow.

'We're better well known than we thought!' Fred exclaimed, and George nodded, 'anyway, when would you like to start?'

'Tomorrow?'

'Loverly.'

It was the next day and Teresa had aparated in front of the counter wearing a smile. The twins were starting to wonder weather she was human or not, the job she had received would have had others looked nervously around the room for any possible exit.

Now they were standing in front of the twin's best cauldron, full of a lime-green colored liquid. It had started to bubble over and Teresa looked at it cautiously. The job, honestly, had seemed like an easy one. She would sit their, have a few jokes played on her everyday and walk out the door with her money. Now it seemed as if she might not get a chance to walk out the door.

'What's in it?' she asked, and Fred and George grinned.

'It's not what's in it,' Fred said slyly, 'it's what it does.'

'What does it do?' Teresa asked, crinkling her nose: it didn't smell particularly wonderful.

'They're called Fume Beltchers,' George explained, pouring a bit of the mixture into a glass, 'after a second of them being in your mouth, you'll burp and out of your mouth will shoot fire.' He said excitedly, and Teresa looked at the contents of the glass. She had just put the contents to her lips when the picture of the twins on the ceiling giggled rather loudly. 'Shut it!' she growled at them, and they stopped, looking around innocently until she put her head back to the glass where they erupted into fits of silent jeering.

'Don't swallow,' Fred warned, as Teresa tipped her head back, letting the warm, green liquid pour into her mouth. The sensation she had in her mouth was the oddest one she had ever had. In a matter of seconds it had gone, leaving a sensation that felt quite like the Muggle sweet Poprocks. When she felt a burp coming on, she let it and, to the twin's delight, out shot a stream of fire. She covered it immediately with her hand, and the picture burst out laughing.

'Wonderful!' George said, clapping Teresa on the back rather hard.

''Scuse me…' Teresa said, a small line of smoke forming the same words in mid-air. The twins themselves laughed that time, and Teresa giggled, as the words became translucent, then disappeared.

'Why didn't it do that for me, George?' Fred asked, and George shrugged.

'I added a bit of rat-tail after you took it the first time, it made it that nice green colour.'

'I see.'

'That was intense heart-burn…' Teresa muttered, and the twins nodded gleefully.

'You're a good sport,' George said, and he gave a glass of the stuff to Fred and himself, 'cheers!' he said, and they drank it, spewing out blue fire at the same time.

'First line of this stuff will be out is next week.' Fred said, writing the final ingredient down on the piece of parchment with their notes while George wiped his mouth on his sleeve. 

Lovely day, isn't it? Well, I can't say that for a fact, I don't know where you all live. Anyway, the chapter seemed a bit dry, but don't worry, it'll get better, I promise! No- no- no, really, I do! Oh, and keep those reviews coming, eh? Eh-heh- heh…