A/N: I've realized this is completely AU, so there.
Amy: I started in Harry time but then switched back to Marauder time. Sorry if its confusing. If I ever rewrite this, I'll try to do something about it.Dragonrider22: Hah, you got that stuck in my mind again, we had just gone over that on HPANA, so…yeah, it was amusing. 

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter plots and characters belong to J.K. Rowling(bless her!) no copyright infringement is meant by the following plot and use of her characters.

George glanced at Fred out of the corner of his eye, as he stood there, watching the Dream Team plus Ginny gathered around Sirius and Anastasie. He was left, standing in the middle of the room, feeling a bit left out. Not that it showed on his face. He was much too much a jokester to let anything show like that. Turning his head slightly, he caught Fred's eye and jerked his head ever so subtly towards the door. Fred, almost imperceptibly, nodded his head once.

Silent, from their years of rule breaking, they slipped from the room, rather then make a grand exit. From their, they headed wearily towards the Gryffindor common room. The halls were so familiar, that neither of them quite remembered getting from the Room of Requirement to the Gryffindor common room portrait. Instead, they found themselves standing in front of the fat lady, staring at her in bewilderment. For they had completely forgotten they did not know the password. George leaned back against the opposing wall, between the narrow glass windows that looked out on the grounds. The stone was a bit chilly, even though it was only early October. George let his eyes slide close slowly. He was so tired, but neither of them knew the password. All of a sudden-

"Acid pop, L'airy Fights!" Fred said. George cracked open an eye. A small smile twitched the corners of his mouth. His brother never gave up. He was usually the one who backed down from something if it was useless and he usually had to convince Fred that it was useless.

"It's not going to work." He mumbled. "We're just going to have to face whatever snotty nosed first year comes around so that we can get in." He actually hoped it was a snot nosed first year. They wouldn't question as much, especially the muggleborns who had no idea how this place worked, nor would they question the appearance of two seventh years. George, bent his legs, sliding down so that he was sitting on the floor, his back leaning against the wall.

"George!" called a voice from the end of the hallway. It cracked slightly and ended in a bit of a squeak. George slowly opened his eyes and moved his face to the side, so that he could see the end of the hallway. A blurry image of a girl in practice quidditch robes and a broom stood there. He couldn't quite make out her face, but he was pretty sure he knew who it was.

"Alicia?" his voice croaked, his throat scratchy. He blinked once, then twice, slowly. Slowly, his vision cleared, by which time, she was halfway down the hallway. He struggled to his feet, keeping his eyes on her. She kept striding towards him until she reached him.

"You," she said, poking him in the chest at each word, as if to enunciate better, "left before the bloody quidditch season even began, you lazy bum." She turned her head and said "that includes you, Fred. Draconis Nimble." The portrait swung open lazily.

"If you think I or Angelina are letting you off for this, mister, you are sadly mistaken." She said, not even looking at him as she stalked into the common room. Her posture was stiff, warlike. She swiveled and crossed her arms across her chest, letting her broom lean against the armchair next to her. She stared at him, almost haughtily, and waited for an answer. How could he answer her? He couldn't just say that he'd been in Marauder's time, after all. "Our first game is on Saturday. Saturday. Dumbledore told us you'd be home in time for the game, but how the bloody hell are we supposed to prepare in a week?" she asked.

The only answer George could make was "Dunno," with a small roll of the shoulders.

"Dunno" she said in a high voice, mocking him, her hands moving to her hips. George simply stared at her. She never usually acted like this. All of a sudden, her face crumpled. Her voice hitched as she spoke. "Why d'you have to go and disappear, George?" She hugged herself.

What-? Why is-? Questions stampeded, unfinished, through his mind. They left him a bewildered, powerless teenage wizard who had absolutely no idea what had just happened. Alicia had yelled at him for quidditch, poking him in the chest quite a few times-he was sure he was going to have a bruise there. Then she goes and becomes all emotional. He had no idea what he'd done to incite this mood shift, nor the first mood for that matter. As a tear rolled down her cheek, his heart squeezed, in the grip of a tight vise. The blood drained from his face. He'd never made a girl cry before.

His foot moved forward, seemingly of a mind of its own. He quickly forced it back. He had no idea how to help Alicia, but he had a feeling that whatever his body thought, it was the wrong thing. He was pretty sure whatever form of sympathy he could offer was not good enough. He clenched his hands out of determination. But they were reaching towards her face anyways, uncurling, brushing back a loose tendril of hair, damp from Quidditch practice. He spread his fingers, so that they were tangled in her wavy hair and rubbed her tears away with his thumb. She looked up at him from under her eyelashes and he stared right back into her hazel eyes.

Suddenly, he felt an overwhelming exhaustion hit his body as if he had just been port-keyed somewhere. He could barely keep his eyes from closing and he could feel himself swaying. Alicia held onto his hand and backed up, tugging him towards her. She sat down, and patted the couch next to her. He sat and slowly couldn't help but let gravity have its way. He lay down, his feet propped up on the end of the couch and Alicia pulled his head into her lap.

Alicia looked down and smiled. She could never resist George. When he had disappeared like that, it was difficult, despite the fact that Dumbledore assured them that the twins were just fine, just unable to be there. Where had they been? At the moment, it didn't matter, as George was sleeping and Fred had tactfully disappeared into his dorm room, where, soon, a yell of surprise had been heard, presumably from Lee.

Just then, the portrait opened and Angelina stumbled in. "Whew, that was tiring practice, wasn't it 'Licia?" She asked, raking her fingers through her hair. She glanced at Alicia and then noticed the mop of red hair currently residing in her lap. "Is that?" she asked, her hand covering her mouth. Alicia nodded.

"Its George." She whispered. "I think Fred's upstairs with Lee." But Angelina was already heading towards the boys' dorms. She sincerely hoped Angelina walked in on Fred changing, which was entirely possible, she supposed. Not that it would matter. After all, they were in love, they just couldn't see it.

Soon enough, there were yells, crashes, all sorts of noise. Something crashed down the stairs. Lee appeared in the doorway, looking rather frazzled. Alicia smiled at him lightly. "Another hurricane Johnson?" she asked softly.

"Er, yes, something like that." Lee responded. "I'll be on the lawns if anyone needs me." He ducked out of the portrait, favoring his left ankle ever so slightly. As he left, the Dream Team, with Ginny, Sirius Black, at who she jumped a little, and a woman she didn't know. They stopped when they noticed Alicia sitting there, with George's head in her lap.

"Hi!" she said cheerfully. "glad to have our beaters back, right Harry?" she asked.

"Something like that." Harry said, smiling. "This is Anastasie, Alicia." He gave no further explanation of it at the moment. "And you've heard of Sirius Black, I'm sure. He's my godfather." Alicia managed a small nod. She looked back down at George, who was breathing steadily in her lap, his warm breath sliding over her knees. "Alicia, I have a favor to ask of you. Could you possibly host Anastasie in your dorm room for a few nights? Sirius has some details he has to work out before he can bring her to..his house." Harry said.

"Of course. I'm sure Angelina and Lila will be fine with that." She said, thinking of her roommates. "That's Angelina you can hear right now, by the way." She said with a small smile.

"I can tell I will already be liking her." Anastasie said, with a small smile. "A girl of my own temperament." Alicia grinned. "That's Fred she's yelling at."

"Oh, well, zen, I theenk I might just sit here and wait zen." Anastasie said, seating herself in an armchair across from Alicia. Sirius bent and kissed her on the cheek and walked hurriedly out. The Dream Team plus Ginny seemed to have disappeared, most likely to Harry and Ron's dorm room. "Zo, you play queeditch?" Anastasie said, picking at her robes.

"Er, yes, Angelina, Katie, and I are all chasers on Gryffindor's team. Fred and George are beaters, Ron's keeper, and Harry's our seeker." Alicia said.

"Queeditch is a fun game. I've never played on a team, but I 'ad such fun playing how you call them? Pick-up games." Anastasie brushed a curl back behind her ear.

"Where are you from anyways?" Alicia asked abruptly.

"le France. Eet is a beautiful countree, but zen, so is England-when it is not raining of course." She added with a small smile.

"So, you went to Beauxbatons?" she asked.

"Yess, I did."

"Did you know Fleur Delacour? She was a triwizard champion." Alicia said.

"Ah, yes. I deed. Not very well, she was only a second year when I was a seventh year." Anastasie said, after a pause in which she was thinking. The loud argument seemed to have calmed down a bit, and they could now hear themselves think.

"I suppose we should go see what we can do about getting you a bed and stuff." Alicia said, not really wanting to get up.

"That would be nice." Anastasie said, with a small smile. Alicia shifted and lifted George's head so that she could maneuver to stand. He moved slightly in his sleep but only flopped over onto his side as she stood up. Going over to the opposite end of the common room than the boys' dorms, Alicia and Anastasie walked up to the girls' dorms, chatting.

Alicia pushed open the door to the seventh year girls' dorms. "Hey Li, this is Anastasie, she'll be staying with us for a bit." Lila looked up from the book she was reading, most likely some sort of homework. She was always behind on that and always needed to work on Saturdays. She looked up and nodded, making some sort of mmm sound. Alicia glanced around the dorm, which was big for only three girls. There always seemed to be a shortage of girls in the Gryffindor tower. It was odd. At a corner, she waved her wand and a bed appeared, exactly the same as the others. Anastasie sat down on it, testing it. She smiled up at Alicia.

"Thank you." She paused then-"Do you mind if I take a nap?" Alicia noticed the bags under her eyes.

"No, not at all. Lila here won't bother you, she's too busy catching up." Alicia said. "I'll just go back down to the common room. My trunk's over there. Feel free to borrow clothes you could sleep in." Alicia turned and walked out of the room.

A/N: I was having trouble ending this. I'll probably start the next chapter with something that could have been in this chapter. Think of it as a continuation of this one.