Disclaimer: I'm really getting tired of writing this. It's not mine, I am poor. I am not getting paid for it, nor would I take money for writing this. It's JKR's and I have much more respect for her than that.

A/N: I was asked by Carshaa to make Athena scarier. Hmm.I guess sickly sweet Goddesses do not exist. And that, my friends, was sickly sweet. So yes, I agree, I need to make Athena scarier, Goddesses don't care about your feelings, and she's a Goddess, not a role model. So, here I am, writing the tenth chapter in what I'm now referring to as my saga. It's killing me, so that you know. The plot is eating me alive. And the story seems a little disjointed, so I'm going to try for smooth sailing from here on in. If you have any suggestions about how I continue the story, don't hesitate to tell me. I welcome suggestions! Goodness knows I need them. Oh, and for the reviewer who called me an infidel for putting Hermione with George, I'm not a Harry/Hermione shipper, though some of the best fics I've read are Harry/Hermione. I just can't get into the whole thing, I'm sorry. I prefer Harry with Ginny or Parvati, but not Hermione. I'm also not a Ron/Hermione shipper, I don't know why, but they don't strike me as a great couple. I'm more of a Hermione/one of the Twins or Hermione/Lupin sort of person. . . just FYI. So, on with the show. . .

Double Trouble

Chapter Ten

Hermione sat at the table, clutching the cup of cocoa as if her life depended upon it. Her hands trembled slightly, as she took a sip of the hot, restoring liquid.

"I don't know what you were thinking, Hermione! Going out there and sleeping in the yard, of all places!" Molly bustled about, preparing breakfast for the large brood. No one else was up, except Hermione and Molly, Danielle had opted to go back to bed shortly after Molly had found them talking in the yard.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley, I won't do it again." Hermione apologized, her eyes downcast. The words of Athena echoed through her head. * You were chosen for that you are least proud of, no, not your great mind, but your heart.* * You are not alone, you are never truly alone.* Hermione took a deep breath, sighing. * You would bear my mark proudly.*

"Hermione! Have you been listening to a word I've said?" Molly looked at the girl, concerned.

"Ye-er-no. Not really, I was thinking."

Molly grimaced, "Fine then, I can see I'm not wanted." She sniffed dramatically, and then swept back into the kitchen. Hermione stifled a manic giggle just before it escaped.

"I've got to stop this." She told herself, eyeing her empty mug of chocolate, as if hoping that it would refill itself.

"Stop what?" Percy strode into the dining room, looking at Hermione quizzically.

"Oh, er, nothing, I was just, erm, talking to myself."

Percy nodded gravely, "I see, and how long has this been going on?"

Hermione sighed again, "Percy, do me a favor and just shut up. I'm not having the best day." Percy humphed, looking disgruntled, but did as she asked.

***

"Oi, Fred!" George glared sleepily at his twin, who was happily bouncing on George's bed. "I'm trying to sleep here!"

"Wakey Wakey ickle Georgie!" Fred bounced again energetically, a wicked smile lighting up his face. "We've got work to be doing. We've got to get a start on some fall merchandise. Those Skiving Snackboxes need to be ready for Hogwarts, my dear twin."

"But-" George sighed, "It's too bloody early! Go back to bed!"

"Can't sleep, no, too much work. Work, work, work. C'mon George, me boy." Fred bounced again, "No beddie-by for you, no sir. You're one half of this great enterprise. Now, let's get to enterprising."

George groaned, "No! I want to sleep!"

"I hoped it wouldn't have to come to this." Fred sighed heavily, pulling out his wand. "Aqua Norsem!"

Cold water drenched George and his bed, sending the twin in a screaming fit. "You are going to PAY! Wait until I get my hands on you!" George leapt from the soaked bed and tore off after a fleeing Fred.

***

Hermione jumped as she heard an inarticulate scream of rage echo around the house. Percy just looked slightly amused.

"What was that?" Hermione questioned the pompous Weasley.

"Oh, the twins are awake."

Fred ran through the dining room and out the back door as fast as he could, laughing the entire time.

"Where is HE!" George ran into the dining room, dripping and shivering. "I'm going to kill him, nice and slow!" He ran to the door, but slid across the floor, and ended up on his back, glaring at the ceiling, planning Fred's slow and tortuous end in all it's gory details.

Hermione bit her lip, to keep in her laughter, but the sight was too much. She started tittering, then giggling, then it turned to full out side bursting laughter. Percy joined in, laughing so hard tears were streaming down his face.

Molly walked in, confused, that is until she spotted a drenched George and an open back door.

"FREDERICK JOSEPH WEASLEY!" The house shook with the force of Molly's yell. "GET IN HERE NOW!"

Fred slunk in, stepping over his brother. His face was red, but he was grinning.

"Why?" Molly's voice was dangerously soft.

"Er, he wouldn't get up?" Fred cowered in the face of the wrathful Weasley matriarch.

"Not a good enough explanation. De-gnome. The. Garden. Now!" Molly was visibly shaking, Fred thought it was anger, and sped away from the house as fast as his feet would carry him.

Molly collapsed heavily in a chair, took another look at her prostrate son, and laughed, long and hard.

"Thanks, Mum, good to know you care." George muttered, thoughts of a mutilated Fred dancing through his head to the Nutcracker Suite.

Molly smirked, "Idle hands are the devil's playground. Go help your brother."

"But-"

"No buts, go. Next time, get up." Molly chuckled, then resumed her kitchen duties.

George muttered some profanity under his breath, but did as he was told.

***

Elizabeth cast a quick drying charm on her hair, and opened the bathroom door, running into something soft and warm.

"Hey," He whispered huskily.

Elizabeth looked up, grinning. Charlie. "Hey yourself."

He smiled, pulling her out into the hallway. "I've been standing there for twenty minutes, y'know." He leaned against the wall casually, running a hand through his thick red hair, making it stand up at odd angles.

"Well, first come, first serve." Elizabeth sighed, burying her face in his chest, inhaling his musky scent.

Charlie laughed, "Yeah, I guess so." He ran a finger up her arm, causing her to shiver slightly, then lifted her chin so that he was looking in her eyes. "I believe we were interrupted last night?"

Elizabeth's heart beat wildly against her chest, "Yes." She barely got the word out before his lips descended on hers.

"EWWW!" They jumped apart. "Get a room you two!"

Charlie glared at Bill. "Brother mine, we're going to have to have a talk very soon."

Bill grinned evilly. "Are you finally going to explain the birds and bees to me? Or is that what you were just teaching young Miss Elizabeth here?"

Charlie blushed, scowling at his older brother. "That is none of your business!" He replied hotly.

Elizabeth grinned good-naturedly. "Jealous, Bill?"

"Jealous, moi? Never!" Bill cried in mock indignation. "How can you suggest such a thing?"

"Easily. If you're not jealous, then our 'Affair' should not concern you."

"It does when I have to pee and here you two are snogging in a public hallway. Didn't you ever hear the rules on PDA? Must have a ray of sunlight between you at all times. And that's an order!"

"Oh really?" Elizabeth pressed herself fully against Charlie.

"Oh, the horror, the horror!" Bill covered his eyes, turning away.

"Was that really necessary?" Charlie whispered, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"No, but it's fun, unless you don't like to be close to me?" Elizabeth pouted slightly, pushing out her lower lip.

"You're so cute when you're pouting." Charlie kissed the tip of her nose. "Until the morrow, adieu."

"Until the morrow my love. Oh bitter sweet fate, parting is such sweet sorrow. I shall not live until I rest within your comforting embrace. Until then, I dream only of your face."

Bill shook his head, then sniffed, "Oh, that was so sweet." He gushed, wiping his eyes for emphasis. "What is this? Poets corner?"

"Sod off, Bill." Charlie growled, released Elizabeth, and ducked quickly into the bathroom.

"Bloody hell Charlie! I've got to PEE!" Bill whined, jumping down the steps to pound on the door.

"First come, first serve." Came the muffled reply.

Elizabeth laughed, "Boys."

***

Harry stumbled down the steps, and into the living room. He wiped his eyes furiously, ridding them of the sleep crust they had acquired overnight. Ron was following him. A knock on the door startled them.

Raya had been standing in the middle of the room, "I'll get it." She announced to no one in particular, then bounded to the door. "Hello? Can I help you?" She glanced at the brown haired man in a shabby robe standing on the step with a large grin.

"He's ALIVE!" The man grabbed her by the waste, swinging her around, laughing with joy, and then setting her down again.

"I'm glad for you, but you are-"

"Remus!" Harry cried, spying the last Marauder.

"Harry, he's alive!" The man cried again, hugging the boy. "He's come back!"

Harry looked at Remus in awe, "Are you serious?"

"No," Came a tired voice from the open door. "I am, actually."

Harry jerked around, his green eyes meeting dark ones for a split second before he threw himself at the man standing in the doorway, almost knocking the weak man down. "SIRIUS! Oh Gods! Sirius, you're alive!"

A/N: I know, not a very long chappie, but hey, I stopped it where I wanted to. I'm sorry to all of you, but I love Sirius, and he can't stay dead. It's not fair to Harry. I had to bring him back to life. Now, I was wondering. Should Skylar go for Percy, or for Sirius? Percy can always have Penelope, but Skylar and Sirius, Raya and Remus? I think it's a cool idea, but I want your input. Please. So don't forget to RR.

Love,

~Me~