Slowly, I lifted my shirt, and showed her my bruises. Yes the bruises were still there. The potion I had taken earlier only lessened the pain I was in. Gently my aunt looked me over, occasionally feeling nasty colored bruises for broken bones. When she was finished she straightened back up and closed her eyes.

"I'm Sorry." I said quietly, pulling my shirt back down as well

"Don't ever, ever, let me hear you apologize to me about this again. Got it?" She replied, her eyes still closed while she placed a hand in the air, as to try and stop me.

As I nodded, she opened her eyes, and gently gave me a hug. When she pulled away, I looked at her face and realized she was smirking slightly.

"What?" I asked slowly, lightly smiling as well.

"Remember Fred and George?" She asked, smiling fully now.

Quickly I nodded. Of course I knew them. Molly happened to be My Aunt's adoptive sister. Someway or another, Whenever I would visit My aunt, I would end up visiting with Molly's kids as well. Fred and George happened to be my favorite of them all.

"I was thinking of trying to trick them." My Aunt replied, seeing my nod.

"And how would we do that?" I asked, curious of her idea.

She then tapped her temple and smiled, if possible, even more. Quickly I smiled along with her. I then grabbed my bag, while she grabbed my trunk. Once we were set, she turned to me.

"Apparate or floo?" She asked, smirking like she already knew the answer.

"Apparate, of course." I replied, matter-of-factly, while she kept the smirk.

Before she had a chance to disapparate, I disapparated. Suddenly, I apparated into My Aunt's living room. Quietly I looked around the room. What I didn't notice was the slight pop of my aunt apparating into the room.

"You Little Sneak." She said as she grabbed me from behind and swung me around.

Since She had caught me off guard, I had jumped, and I knew she had seen. Once She set me down, she started teasing me for jumping. Quickly I stuck my tongue out at her and ran upstairs to my room. My aunt was in close pursuit of me. Quickly I launched myself into my room and locked the door.

"Open up, you sneak." She cried from the other side of my door.

"Promise not to tease or tickle me?" I asked from my side

"Yes, MOM!" she replied sarcastically.

"Uncross your fingers and promise." I said, while grinning.

"How did- ugh never mind- Fine. I promise." She answered dully.

Slowly I opened my door, I then went to my bed as she walked in. But before I could sit down on my bed, My aunt ran and jumped on to my bed. I was unable to lay down since she had landed spread eagle.

"Hey!" I whined.

"Yes?" She asked, as she turned her head to face me.

"Give me back some of my bed." I said, as I placed a hand on my hip.

"What if I don't wanna?" She asked, as she slightly pouted like a five year old.

"What happened to me being special?" I asked as I pouted back.

"Fine, You can have a fourth of the bed." She answered, as she put an arm under her stomach, and rolled her eyes.

"You're so mean to me." I said, as I placed my face into my hands and pretended to cry.

"Fine, You can have another quarter as well." She replied, as she laid on her side and propped her head up with a hand, and rolled her eyes again.

"Thank you much." I replied, as I pulled my hands away and laid down on my back, and smiling wickedly.

"And You say I'm manipulative." She stated, as she rolled her eyes again.

"You do that a lot." I stated, as I looked to my aunt.

"What?" She asked, curiously.

"Roll your eyes." I answered, as she smiled.

"Do you have a problem with that?" She asked, as she poked my arm.

"No, I just think it's funny." I answered, as I poked her back but in the stomach.

Quickly My aunt got off of my bed and headed for my door. As she left, I just simply rolled my eyes and unpacked my clothes from my bag. After about twenty minutes of unpacking, I turned to the door and saw my aunt standing there.

"I made food." She stated simply

"Oh god. Is it healthy?" I asked, with a teasing undertone.

"Hey not all I make is bad." She replied, as she crossed her arms over her chest and pouted.

"True, but you always make it hard not to make fun of you." I said simply, as I walked next to her.

"You say I'm the mean one." She said, as she walked to the kitchen with me next to her.