Merry Christmas! Happy New Year! Happy Hanukah! Happy Kwanza! Happy Holidays!

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Everything happens for a reason. Everything. When someone dies, there's a reason. There's always a reason. When someone moves, there's a reason. When something important gets lost or breaks, there's a reason. There's always a reason.

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Fred and George were going to the Burrow to have dinner with their family. It was Harry Potter's birthday.

Fred was trying to find an easier way to tell his mom that Angelina was pregnant, but he couldn't seem to find a sensible idea.

They helped their mom set the table.

"Hey mum, guess what." Fred said as he put down some forks.

"What?"

"Remember Angelina Johnson?"

"I think you've told me about her before."

Fred nodded. "She's pregnant."

"Wow. Who's her husband?"

"She's not married yet."

"Oh. Well, who's her boyfriend?"

Fred put down a spoon, then stopped. "Wanna play a game?"

Mrs. Weasley was slightly surprised that he suddenly changed the subject, but agreed anyway. "Sure. What kind?"

"It's called 20 questions."

"I know that game. What am I trying to find out?"

"Who Angelina's boyfriend is."

"Oh… Is he your age?"

"Yes."

"Is he taller than you?"

"No."

"Does he have brown hair?"

"No."

"Did he go to Hogwarts?"

"Yes."

"Was he one of your friends?"

"In a way."

"Does he have black hair?"

"No."

"Blonde hair?"

"No."

She paused, then guessed, "Red hair?"

Fred nodded, sitting down on a chair.

"Have I met him before?"

"Yes."

"Does… does he have a twin brother?"

He waited a few seconds before answering, "Yes."

"Is it George?"

"No."

"Is it… you?"

Fred didn't answer. He went upstairs to call Ron and Harry down for dinner.

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Dear Journal,

I might not live much longer so I'll write down everything and hope someone finds this journal and shows it to George, so he'll know.

I have another boyfriend. His name is Kirk. He became my boyfriend a month after I had to leave Hogwarts, and I never had the nerve to break up with him when I found George… Whenever I was thinking about how much I wanted to leave home, I would go over to Kirk's house and kiss him to take my mind off things.

My mom is in Azkaban, for murdering two people. She didn't want to go. She claimed it was because she would miss me. I think.. I know she just wanted to kill me too. I never was nice to her. She hated me.

I've lied to you George. I'm sorry. I'll love you no matter what.

If anyone asks how I died, I will just say that my mom got out of Azkaban.

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Tammy was sitting on her bed. The window was slightly open and the cool breeze was coming in.

She suddenly heard a thud on the side of the bed, but ignored it. When she was younger, that had happened before and she had been scared that someone was out to kill her, but she didn't die that night, so the next morning she knew that whenever she heard some weird sound or seen a weird shadow, it wasn't a sign that was telling her that she was going to be killed.

Tammy was about to sit up so she could reach the light switch, but the lights suddenly turned off, therefore taking away the need to switch the lights off.

She sat up anyway, but a cold hand pushed her down, then covered her mouth, taking away the ability to talk.

Tammy squinted her eyes, trying to see who it was, but unfortunately, it was too dark to see anything but a dim shadow of the person in front of her.

The person took a knife out of her pocket and held it up.

The knife disappeared suddenly. The person muttered curses under their breath as they grabbed a pink pen out of their pocket.

They stabbed it into Tammy's heart twice, and then stuffed her into the closet.

Tammy grabbed her journal off of the floor and took out the pen. She managed to fill a page with words before her eyes closed and her hand fell to the floor.

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Everyone was talking during dinner, but Fred was avoiding his mother's eyes. He had technically not told her what he wanted to, but he did let her know it, so his was glad about that.

Ron noticed that Fred and George were being unusually quiet, so he asked them why.

"Why do you want to know?" George asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Because… nevermind." Ron looked back at his plate.

After dinner, Fred and George said happy birthday to Harry, then went back home.

The second Fred walked through the door, Angelina squealed in happiness and ran to him, hugging him tightly. "I missed you so much!"

Fred laughed. "I missed you too."

George went up to his room and laid down on his bed, his head on the pillow that Tammy usually slept on. He sighed, wondering where she was.

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A police car arrived at Anderson Manor last night when Mr. Leo Anderson reported his daughter missing, and supposed that she was dead. The police searched the house and found the dead body of Tamara Anderson in the closet of her room. Detective Will Iona, the detective on the case, has not yet figured out who killed the 18-year-old girl, but thinks he knows some suspects. The house is currently being searched for evidence that might help Detective Iona figure out who murdered the girl.

That's what the article in the newspaper said when it was released the next morning. The news was on the Internet already and the whole town knew about the murder.

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