Disclaimer: I only wish…

A/N:I'm amazed. Last two chapters in like, 3 days was it? Not this one, I bet…

Niwrem:Maybe you aren't reading this story, but I at some point started to write a story about the twins' seventh year. I don't remember if I posted it or not…

Amy: I try! I'm having a severe case of I already know the story in my head and its written out on paper but I can't get it onto the computer. If you get what I mean…I'm a senior in high school. Second Semester, starting on Wednesday should make it easier to post more often…Senior Slump!!!

MimiRose113:Nope, sorry, no George/Anastasie. Nope nope nope. Not happening. I was a bit surprised, but thinking about it, it makes sense. It's just that George has always struck me as the most sensitive of the twins, and compared to Sirius and James, more sensitive, like Remus. Its just the sense that I get. Or perhaps, I just like writing about him that way..Like, more mellow. Fred has more ups and downs and energy in general..On with the story..

"Oh, it's snowing." Commented Remus.

"Snowing, hmm.." Said Fred, with a glint in his eye. "I have a great idea for a prank, dorms, 9 pm." He said, cryptically. He was grinning, a sly grin. The marauders and George glanced at him curiously, then, spotting the glint, grinned to themselves. Unfortunately for them, Lily and Anastasie, who were eating breakfast a few feet away looked at them suspiciously.
Fred and George could hear James, with his loud voice. He wasn't hurrying, that was for sure. "Yeah, so she gave me a detention! And I'm head boy!" cried James. His voice came closer. Finally, he appeared in the doorway, the adoring face of Peter just beyond him.

"What? You aren't big head boy?" asked Fred, mockingly looking horrified. "It sure looks like it." He added meanfully.

"I'm surprised he got through the doorway," said George, conversationally. James only scowled at the two of them. They grinned back, innocent looks in place. Peter looked between the three, clearly unsure of what to do. Suddenly, there was laughter from the door. Sirius and Remus had arrived. Fred and George laughed along. "We couldn't resist, Prongs, sorry. At least, you aren't as bad as our brother." George said, through his laughter.

"Yeah, he's a pompous git." Fred added, visciously. The marauders raised their eyebrows. "Sorry, but he is. Hard to explain, just know it has to do with You-Know-Who" he said. At their concerned looks, he bit out "Oh, don't worry, he didn't join the death eaters. As I said, its hard to explain."

"Fine." Remus said. "By the way, big head boy is a good term for you. I mean, you go around so proud that you got a detention in your third week as head boy, but everyone else did it in two." Everyone laughed at that, tension forgotten. Sitting in a haphazard circle on the floor, the marauders stared at the stack of books in the center of the room as if it were a giant sphinx that refused to let them sleep until they solved its riddle.

"What is that?" asked Sirius.

"It's a pile of books, doofus." Remus said, rolling his eyes.

"I know that. But what is it doing here, contaminating this holy room of pranks?" Sirius said in response.

"I took them out of the library." George said defensively.

"Why? We have our own mini library on jokes." James said.

"Because this is really elaborate." Said Fred, his turn to roll his eyes.

"What is it? What is it?" asked Peter.

"Shut it, you." Said Fred before he could stop himself. Peter looked taken aback. The other three marauders glared at Fred, who looked defiantly back at them until he really remembered that he was pre-betrayal. A sheepish expression took over his face. "I don't know what came over me, sorry, wormtail." He glanced at George, who was glaring at him. That was worse, to have the wrath of George on him. George didn't get angry often, but when he did, it was ugly. He groaned mentally, he was going to 'get it.' And at some random moment when he wasn't expecting it.

"Right then, shall I tell you ignorant little pups our plan?" asked George, falsely bright.

"Yes, do tell!" Peter cried excitedly, his chubby hands clapped together, his face pink with excitement, he looked adoringly at Fred, who mentally shuddered. It was unnerving to have that kind of awe induced respect. He wondered how James stood it. This boy would be his and Lily's downfall, not that he knew that. And neither he, nor, George could do anything to warn him. It was horrible. And Sirius, oh god, Sirius, he would spend fourteen years in prison for the crime he didn't commit.

"Hello, Fred, Come back to Earth!" Fred opened his eyes to see himself-no wait, it was George-hovering above his face.

"I'm here, George." He said, pushing George away.

"Right, so this should be hilarious." George said, rubbing his hands together gleefully. "We wanted to rig something up so that we can have a pile of snow fall onto all of the Slytherins at breakfast. They would literally be covered in it, there food would be, so that would be ruined. Perhaps a foot deep?"

It was met with a brief silence then uproarious laughter. "Brilliant." Sirius managed to choke out. "Why didn't I think of that?" He asked.

"Because you aren't brilliant like Forge and I." Said George, assuming a superior look. Everyone laughed at him, at which he deflated, looking amused at himself.

"So, the books are for finding charms to do this." Remus said.

"Right in one." Said Fred, pointing his finger at him. A comfortable silence fell about the room as they all started to look for spells. Finally, Sirius said "Ah HAH!" He jumped up and ran into the bathroom. He came out with a full container of water. "I found a way to create snow." He explained. "Reducio." He muttered. The container promptly shrank. Sirius tossed it onto his bed table. It clattered and skittered to a stop.

Suddenly, loud voices and giggling interrupted them. They glanced at each other. Not that laughing was uncommon, on the contrary, it happened all the time. However, it was usually when the marauders were in the common room, not to sound conceited. They leapt down the stairs, making a thunderous noise as they went. At the bottom of the stairs, George and Fred crashed into James and Sirius who had stopped and were staring at two girls. Anastasie and Lily were apparently having a tickling war. They were on the ground, tickling each other with no mercy. The two boys who had been so stunned finally came to their senses and ran to the girls. Sirius grabbed Lily and James grabbed Anastasie. The pulled them apart. The girls were breathing heavily, their laughter still permeating the common room.

"What got into you, Lily?" asked Sirius. She turned back to look at him.

"Nothing." Her wide green eyes going wide with fake innocence.

"I'm not a marauder for nothing, Lily. I can tell when someone lies to me." Sirius said, eyes narrowed.

"Well….she called me a know it all." Lily said, pointing her finger at Anastasie and using an accusing voice.

"She started eet!" Anastasie cried, struggling in James' arms. "Shee called mee a girl like no uzzer! I am no girl! I am a woman!" she said. At that, the whole group of boys started to laugh.

"So that started you tickling?" asked Remus, eyebrow raised.

"Yes!" Lily said. /

"Ah." He only said in return. At this point, Lily gave a huge yawn. James let go of Anastasie who fell with an undignified "Oomph" onto the floor, butt first. She frowned at James. James, of course, was unaware of it, as all of his attention was on Lily.

"Lily? Are you alright?" he asked, concernedly.

"Yes, just tired." She said sounding exhausted. "But I've got so much to do.." she said.

"Just do your homework. I'll take care of Head's duties, tonight. All by myself." He said.

"But you can't check on the girls." Lily said, sleepily looking up at him.

"So? I'll just get Remus to do that." He said at first. "Just kidding! Kidding!" he said at Remus' glare. "I'll ask Anastasie to do it. How about it, Anastasie?" he said, glancing at her.

"Vell, after you dropped me so inconseederately, I 'ave to theenk about eet." She tapped her chin, looking thoughtful. "Very well, I will do eet." She said, after only a moment.

"Thank you!" James cried. "I didn't want to have to ask Ellen or Veronica." Relief sounded in his voice.

"What's wrong with Ellen or Veronica?" asked Lily sharply.

"Nothing!" James held his arms up. "They're just not you nor Anastasie!" he said.

George sat by the fire, staring into the flames. Fred and everyone else had already gone to sleep. James and Lily were most likely in the Head's tower. Just then, Anastasie clambered through the portrait. She looked tired. "'Ello, George." She said, curling up in a seat next to him and staring into the flames.

"Hi, Anastasie." He said quietly, quickly glancing at her. Turning back to the flames, he fell into thought again. When would they go back? Would he ever be able to see Alicia again? Wait..where did that thought come from? Like the one a week or so ago? Why was he thinking of Alicia so much? He had probably taken her for granted. Sighing, he promised himself that he would make it up to her when he got back, if he ever did get back.

"I would like to come withs you." Said a quiet voice.

"Huh?" he said, coming out of his own thoughts.

"You 'eard me. I would like to come withs you to ze future." Anastasie said, a tear rolling down her cheek.

"But why?" asked George, hardly believing his ears.

"I 'ave nevair told you why I am soo happy 'ere, at 'Ogwarts?" Anastasie said. "Nor why I was in the ministair's office?" Taking her hair, she brushed it away from her neck, where there was a red burn scar about three inches tall and four inches wide. George gasped.

"What is that?" he asked, turbulently.

"It ees a cause de mon pere, my fazzer." She said quietly, tears rolling down her cheeks, hiccups coming at regular intervals.

"Why did he do this to you?" George asked.

"I don't know. But I managed to escape and come to England." She said, taking her hair back and covering her neck. "But I fear that he will find me here. If I come to the future, he cannot find me." She got up. "I am going to bed, now. Please, think about it." She pleaded.

"I promise I will." George said quietly. Although, truthfully, his mind was made up. He was going to do everything he could do to get Anastasie to come with them.

A/N: I could add more, but I figure it'd take too long, and since its been almost a month, I figured I should update…sorry for the wait, hopefully the next one won't be so long…