Heya people. Finally, my bro has uploaded Word onto the computer, so I don't have to write on Notepad and get loads of spellings wrong! Woo ooh! Woo ooh! Yeah so anyway, readers of Why Confess to You, ff has taken it down. I was outraged, really I was, and all because the summary apparently wasn't g rated. I can't go on about it too long or I will start to swear and cry because I put so much effort into that story! Go read my profile and e mail me if you want to comment on it.

That is the third time a story of mine has been removed. FF are probably now watching me REAL closely, so I'll probably end up creating a new account and re posting my story on that. Watch out for anything new!

Chapter 7

Hey sweetie,

How are things on your side of the country? Things are just fine over here… well Ron lost his socks but they were his maroon ones your grandmother sent him so… well you know what he's like. I'll probably find it jammed in some poor hiding place, like under his pillow!

Is everything ok for you at Hogwarts? I've heard that Professor McGonagall is the head there now. Not a bad old stick really, but very stern. Don't get up to mischief, and you'll stay on her good side! Trust me that can come in very useful sometimes, why I remember…

Well I'm sure you don't want me babbling on about my old school times. Oh, Ron just looked over my shoulder; he says to tell you about th…

Kay hopefully flipped her torn parchment over under the desk, but the letter did not cover both sides. Sighing irritably, she straightened up to jam the letter unceremoniously into her pocket. Despite her offhand words that morning, she had felt a flicker of homesickness as she looked over her mother's familiar, neat handwriting and would have quite liked to find out what Ron wanted her to know. Up the front, her transfiguration teacher Professor Arineland clucked and bustled about like a mother hen. God she was annoying. After being there for a mere ten minutes, she had already referred to Kay as "chock", had pinched someone's cheek when they told her their name and her motherly, Scottish voice was driving Kay up the wall.

"Ah now love, would yeh like to just step up here and read out page one?" Kay jumped violently as the annoying voice chirped out right in front of her, and she scowled at the cheerfully grinning face before her.

"Not really," she said coldly, and smirked as the face went through an astonishing change.

"No, chock?" Kay grimaced, "But why not?" The woman went scarlet as Kay shot her an awful look, and hastily blundered on, "Well, if you're not feelin' up to it, I'm sure someone else would be so kind…?"

Professor Arineland looked round hopefully, trying to catch someone's eye. Instantly, everyone looked out the window, or down at their knees, flushing red. An awkward silence filled the classroom, and Arineland looked disappointed.

Then someone put their hand up.

"Yes! You?" Professor Arineland pointed one plump finger somewhere behind Kay, and without a word she heard someone scrape their stool back and come towards the beaming professor, holding their hands out for the book.

Kay stared. The boy took the textbook confidently in his hands, sauntered up to the front, and flipped open the cover. He had short, spiky blond hair and quite tall even for an eleven year old. Silently, his eyes roved down the page, then looked up at the teacher.

"Where d'you want me to start?"

His voice was a melodious echo in the large room, and around her Kay felt a few people stir slightly, as though leaning forwards to listen properly.

"From the top of page one, if you please!" trilled the scots voice behind her now, and after scanning the page again, he began to read.

"Transfiguration is a subject that requires much concentration and skill. All you will need in this subject is your wand, your brain, and this book!" The boy paused slightly as though suppressing a snigger, then carried on. "As with all things, you will begin from the beginning," here the boy had the slightest hint of rolling his eyes, and Kay felt her lips twitch. "First off, you will be attempting to transform a matchstick into a needle, and as simple as this may seem, it will be very hard. But remember: if at first you don't succeed, try, try again!"

A simultaneous giggle swept the room. No matter how innocently the boy was handing back the book to the teacher now, no-one had missed the scathing edge to his voice as he read out the last three words. Kay found her eyes following him as he walked past her desk. He was definitely something of an individual.

"Thank you for that, erm, Joseph was it?" The boy shot the professor an icy look. For a moment he opened his mouth as though to contradict her, then he closed it again and sat down without uttering a word.

Kay felt an enormous urge to turn round and talk to him, but she resisted against it. Letting her teacher's voice wash over her, she settled down to day dream…

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"Oh, Ginny, they're so beautiful!"

The young, red haired woman smiled down at the sleeping bundles in both her brother's and Hermione's arms, and laughed. Ron was holding Talli as though he were cradling a china cup, and looked terrified about it. Hermione glanced up into Ginny's eyes, and shared an amused look with her. Then she looked back down at her own bundle, trying to hold him as comfortably as she could over her own growing bump, then chuckled as the baby opened his eyes, to reveal huge, wondering blue orbs.

"Talli and Rigel," she said dreamily, "Oh, Ginny, look! He's looking at me!" From next to her, Ron gave a tiny squeak.

"Can someone take her from me, I think she's slipping out!" Ginny gave a cackle of very evil sounding laughter, and reached out to take her one week old baby girl from Ron's sweating clutches.

"Honestly Ron, you're not going to break her!" Talli gave a tiny snuffle of agreement, one tiny, pink fist protruding out her blankets, then nestling back in again. Ron stared in amazement.

"'Mione, did you see that? She waved at me!" he gabbled excitedly, tugging on Hermione's sleeve and jogging Talli's twin brother, Rigel and making him wail. Ron shrank back, looking horrified.

"Oh no, I've made him cry! Ginny, I'm so sorry…" Hermione shook her head at Ron who was bearing a very worried expression on his face, and flipped Rigel expertly up onto her shoulder, patting his back.

He immediately quietened down.

"I can't believe there's another set of identical twins in the family!" she smiled at Ginny, who was rolling her eyes at Ron.

"Yeah," she replied, "Fred and George were well chuffed. They visited yesterday, and seemed very disappointed that they didn't do anything except sleep. Fred kept poking Rigel, then ran off when he started crying, the idiot!" Close too, Ginny looked very tired, dark circles smudging round her eyes. Hermione smiled sympathetically, she remembered how exhausting it was for her when Kay was born. At least Ginny had loads of people and a husband to help her out, when they had let Hermione home from the hospital she had had no-one…

"Here, let's swap twins Ginny, I haven't had a cuddle with Talli yet."

Ron gave her a surprised look. "But Hermione, they're identical!"

Hermione tutted and took Talli from Ginny, "Just because they're identical, Ron doesn't mean that they're the same baby. Honestly!" With the new twin in her arms, she settled back and looked into Talli's tiny face.

She was awake now, thanks to being passed around like a parcel, and she gazed up at Hermione, eyes as blue as her brother's. One hand stretched out, and smiling Hermione put out a finger, letting the baby's fingers clasp round it with amazing strength for something so tiny. A chord of recognition struck through Hermione's heart at the feel of those small, monkey- like digits gripping onto hers, and as she looked into those deep, curious eyes she felt another powerful memory flood into her mind…

Flash.

Hermione sat in a corner, knees drawn up to her chest, hair spilling over her trembling arms. From the room next door, heart wrenching screams from her new baby drove stakes of terror through her skin, and moaning she clamped her hands over her ears.

"Help me…please…" she whispered, hot, desperate tears running down her cheeks as the screaming turned urgent and her heart banged frantically inside her, "Someone…help me…"

"Hermione? Hermione?" Something was shaking her shoulder, and with a start Hermione looked up. Ron was gazing worriedly into her eyes, and the little squeak below her alerted her to the fact her niece was slipping off her lap. Hastily, she hitched her more securely into place.

She looked up. Ginny was gazing at her with a little frown on her face, and suddenly she leant forwards, taking Talli from her arms as though frightened she might drop her.

"Hermione… are you ok?" she asked, looking as concerned as Ron. Hermione offered her a weak smile.

"I'm fine. Someone just walked over my grave."

Rising upwards, she looked at Ginny and asked if she could use the loo, to which of course Ginny replied with a yes, still looking at her strangely. Hermione walked out the room, and went into Ginny's downstairs toilet, and locked the door, her mind spinning.

They were coming faster, these memories, and more frequently. And, even though Hermione was intent on finding out who Kay's father was, she didn't want them to. She really, really didn't.

"Wingardium Leviosa! Oh, for goodness sake!"

Chime whacked her wand hard on the side of the table, then uttering a barely stifled shriek as it made a noise like shot gun and burnt the table leg.

"Scorch! Help me!"

Looking round, she sighed in irritation as she realised Kay hadn't even been paying attention to her poor efforts at Charms. She was sitting, chin resting peacefully on one hand, and gazing into space.

"Scorch!"

Still she paid no heed, and it was only when Chime grabbed one of her curls and yanked it hard did she finally look round.

"What was that for?!"

Chime threw her wand onto the floor with a clatter. "It's your turn to try and make the damn thing levitate now!" Kay looked at her in mild surprise.

"Is that all?"

Chime grinned. "You just wait till you try, you won't be saying that then!"

Picking up her wand, Kay glanced over at the back of Joseph's head. "Wingardium Leviosa!" she hissed, gently flicking her wand at the feather on the desk. Much to her un-surprise, the feather rose to hover about 4 feet in the air above them.

Chime's mouth was hanging open. "No…way," she mumbled, staring so hard her eyes looked in danger of falling out, "Scorch… that's brilliant!"

Kay scoffed. "No it's not! I've been able to do this for ages, and that was when I didn't have a wand." Expertly, she gave the wand a tiny twist and flick, guiding the feather back to the desk. Chime's eyes bugged.

"You can do wandless magic?"

"Sure, why not?" Kay asked coolly, flicking her wand again, and making the feather do the loop-the-loop just before it hit the table. Chime shook her head and sat back, looking slightly put out.

"That is so unfair! And I can't even do it with a wand!"

Kay looked at her uncertainly, from the corner of her eye, and laid her wand carefully back on the table.

"I can't do anything. I couldn't turn my match into a pin, yet you did that on first go as well!" Chime stopped and looked down at her hands, slightly embarrassed at her outburst. Then, deciding she may as well finish speaking her mind, she completed in a small voice, "I wish I could do magic like you."

Kay hesitated. "I can do magic because I always could," she started awkwardly, "When I was little, and I could explode things when I got angry, people just used to shout at me for it. So I had to control it, in a way…" she trailed off, going red. It was always hard to discuss her childhood with anyone. Chime remained looking unconvinced.

"Have another go," Kay suggested, "Only this time… well, I reckon it helps if you look at it and imagine it floating just before you do it. Then do it like you know you can."

"Well, that's a load of help," Chime said sarcastically, but picked up her wand none the less, and stared at the feather hard, before pointing her wand at it without any real conviction.

"Wingardium Leviosa."

Needless to say, it didn't move.

Kay looked at her pale, disappointed face and felt annoyance flare up inside her. "Now look!" she snapped, making Chime jump, "You don't just mumble the words! Point that thing at the feather and shout the damn incantation!"

A few people around her fell silent and Chime flushed red. "Scorch, people are looking!" she hissed, swallowing and glancing round. Kay groaned, smacking her palm to her head. "Chime, just do it!"

Scarlet, Chime waved her wand awkwardly. "Wingardium Leviosa!" she said loudly, but the feather remained determinedly still. A snigger went around the classroom as people turned away, whispering to each other. Kay glared at them.

"What are you laughing at? I'd like to see you do better!"

Chime buried her face in her hands. Kay looked at her incredulously. "What, you're not crying are you?" she growled, and Chime looked up at once, face contorted with anger.

"Of course I'm not bloody crying!" she spat, running a finger swiftly across her eyes, and Kay saw the tears at once.

"Yeah you are. Crying because you can't do something!" she shook her head in disgust, noting Chime getting steadily whiter with rage, and inwardly smiling.

"I am not crying!"

"Are too. Crying because you can't perform a spell!"

Chime snatched up her wand, holding it like a knife, pointing it at Kay. Kay jeered. "Yeah, like you could actually do anything to me with that! You can't even make a feather move!"

Chime screamed in frustration, whirling round her wand to almost jab it at the feather she roared, "WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!"

Whoosh. Up, the feather went, and not only did it rise and hover, but it shot right to the ceiling, hitting it with such force it broke cleanly in two, and the two halves ricocheted off the uneven ceiling. One piece, no-one knew where that went. As for the other, well, only the Professor knew the pain of that getting firmly wedged in her gaping mouth…

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Another chapter done and dusted, yay, hurrah and whoopee. Review, if you please, and cheer me up with the loss of my other story.