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A/N:Sorry I'm sooo slow. It sucks to be a senior. That's all I'm going to say.
"Yes! I mean, Yes, sir" Fred yelped. He glanced nervously at his twin. They had never liked having Moody around, because of his glass eye. Meanwhile, James and Sirius were bent over, laughing at Fred's voice cracking. Fred glared at them. They followed Moody into one of the golden elevators and they slowly made their ascent.
"So, where are we going?" asked George, seriously.
"The Minister of Magic's office. It's on Level 1. Fortunately, Dumbledore sent you at a good time. Almost no one is around right now, but it's not after hours, so no one really questions why you're there." Moody said, gruffly. George's fists clenched. The nerves that were shooting around his body were unbelievable. He felt like curling up, with his head in Alicia's lap. Wait; curl up with his head in Alicia's lap? Where did that come from? Shaking his head, he pushed to the side. Alicia would not exist for him unless he got back to their own time.
Fred muttered "Everything alright in your brain, there, brother dearest?" George grimaced, not bothering to answer the question. Suddenly, the cool voice announced their arrival at Level 1. They all stepped off. Moody stumped off down the hallway. Soon, they came to a plain wooden door with translucent glass. It was not particularly conspicuous. Fred grasped the door handle, which was cool and smooth to the touch. The door opened seamlessly. Moody stumped in, the wood of his fake leg smacking the floor. The twins, Sirius and James quickly followed, James quietly closing the door. Much to their surprise, however, they found that the room was occupied by a young woman with wavy brown hair. Her eyes took up a lot of her face, and she had looked up to see all of them there. Her expression was one of surprise and fear.
"Oh! Hello, Who are you?" asked Moody, almost violently. The girl gave a squeak and grabbed her wand. Moody laughed. Suddenly, Sirius stepped forward.
"Moody, stop! Can't you see you're terrifying her?" he said. He stepped calmly to the young woman and said "I'm Sirius, who are you?" he said. He let his fingers lay loose at his side.
"I..I am Anastasie." She said in a thick French accent.
"Looks nothing like Fleur." Fred muttered to George, who let out a short bark of laughter.
"You are French?" Sirius asked.
"Oui." She said simply
"Why are you in the minister of magic's office." Sirius said, disregarding their own presence.
"I am ze Ministre de Magique of le France's daughter." She said, choosing her words carefully.
"I am Sirius Black, eldest son of Araminta and Sanford Black." He bowed.
"Oh. May I ask, vat are you doing here?" She asked pleasantly.
"We're here to borrow something of the minister's. He said we could. Now, if you'll excuse me," Sirius bowed, taking her hand and kissing it. She sat again, eyeing them suspiciously. Moody clunked into the back room, which was the personal office. He returned a minute later, looking not a bit different. No mysterious lumps beneath his robes. Fred looked at him suspiciously. Suddenly, they heard footsteps hurrying along the hallway. They slowed and stopped right in front of the office they inhabited. George could feel the terror showing on his face. He glanced at Fred, Sirius, and James. They too looked afraid. George slipped his hand inside his robes and grabbed his wand. Backing from the door, he slipped to the right to block Anastasie, who was looking at all of them curiously. Moody looked a little annoyed. "It's the minister. Be prepared to obliviate him." He said.
For once, George looked dubious. "But he's the minister!" he whispered, just before the door opened.
"Moody! What are you doing here?" the minister, Addison Figg, said.
"I was just here to speak with you, regarding the safety of the French minister's daughter." He improvised. Anastasie jumped, looking curiously around at Moody.
"Oh, well, what are the rest of these young men doing here?" asked Figg.
"They are seventh years who are interested in being aurors. James Potter, Sirius Black, Fred Wesley, George Wesley." He gestured back at them. "They are tailing me for a day, to see just how difficult and dangerous being an auror can be." Sirius, James, Fred, and George all nodded vigorously.
"I've heard of the Potters and Blacks. But who are the Wesleys?" Addison said, shrewdly, measuring eyes looking at the twins.
"Oh, er, transfers, sir, from America sir," Moody said, not a sign of nervousness about him.
"Yes, sir, we came from The Salem Institute," Fred said. "But we spent a few years in Ireland when we were children, which is why we sound almost alike."
"You don't have an Irish accent, besides, you can't pick up that kind of accent unless you live there when you're two or three." Figg said, taking out his wand and pointing it at them. "I wish you would stay here. I would like some other aurors to interview you. Especially since you are in my office."
"I'm afraid not. Anastasie? Come with us. We are here to protect you. Even if it has to be from the minister himself." Moody clunked over and grabbed her by the arm. Sirius flinched as Anastasie cried out in pain and surprise. Figg made to cast some sort of spell, but Moody pointed his wand at him and said "Obliviate." Figg's eyes rolled back in his head. He gained a dazed expression.
"Come on, you four. We're bringing Anastasie, because he'll have forgotten all about her." Moody said. Anastasie shook her head violently, opening her mouth to argue, when Sirius shot a silencing spell towards her. Her mouth moved, but no noise came out. They all knew she was screaming at them, however. Sirius grabbed her around the waist and led her from the room and the rest of them followed, quickly, silently. They had managed to get to get to the entrance. Suddenly, they heard a cry of stop. Without stopping, Moody, summoned a piece of parchment and muttered "Portus". He handed it to the five young people along with a small object wrapped in paper and turned around to face the speakers. Within seconds, Fred could feel the hook beneath his navel and not able to see anything. They landed with a loud thump on the floor of Dumbledore's office.
"Well. This is a surprise." A quiet voice said as the five quickly righted themselves. "What did you do to end up lying on the floor of my office?" Dumbledore asked quietly. Fred glanced up.
"We met Moody." He said simply
"Did you manage to-?" he asked quietly.
"With repercussions." George said. "This is Anastasie. Daughter of the French minister of magic."
"I see. Anastasie, pleasure to meet you." Dumbledore said. "I assume you attended Beauxbatons?" he inquired.
Her mouth moved silently. Sirius pointed his wand at her and lifted the silencing harm. "Oui, Professeur. I deed. But I am now tryinh to improve my English. I arrived today." She said, back straight. "I do not know what is going on, would someone care to inform me?" She glared at the four boys, who were looking at their feet.
"I believe Fred and George Weasley would be best able to explain." Dumbledore said.
"Weesley? I thought zey were Wesley?" she asked, looking at Fred and George.
"It's our cover name. We actually come from a pureblood English wizarding family. The Weasleys? But, we're called blood-traitors." George said. "But, that may not make much sense as to why we have a cover name. You see, we're not actually from this time."
"Not from zis time? That eez, that eez preposteruz!" she exclaimed.
"Preposterous yes, but true." Fred spoke up. "We come from the future."
"Impossible." Anastasie said, crossing her arms.
"No, there's a device called the time-turner. It can send you to the past. However, we had an accident with one. It exploded practically in our hands because we were lighting a firecracker." Fred said calmly.
"I do not beleeve you." Anastasie said equally calmly.
"Believe them, Miss Bleufer." Dumbledore said, eyes calm as the sea.
"Per 'aps." She said, almost sullenly.
"I believe you will have to stay with these four until we can sort this out." Dumbledore said calmly. "They are members of the Gryffindor house, so you will have a room in the seventh year girls' dorm there." He turned back to the various parchments scattered about his desk.
Sirius took Anastasie's elbow and led her out the door, with the rest of them following. No one particularly stared as they made their way to Gryffindor tower, until-
"Well, well, if it isn't Potter and Black, abducting another innocent girl." A snide voice said from behind them.
"Snivellus, a delight to see you as always, however, we don't have time to converse with you. We, you see, have lives, and have better things to do than be in your lowly presence." James said quietly. With that, they turned and headed for the tower.
