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Chapter Four

"I wish I was back in Italy," Hermione muttered, pulling her cloak closer around her and vaguely wondering how the girls from Beauxbatons kept from freezing. She had always heard that France was warm, but that day it wasn't. She shivered and continued walking down an almost empty street. She sighed, glancing up at the stormy, gray clouds.

"At least it isn't raining," she said.

As if the clouds had heard her rain began to pour from the sky. She groaned and ran for the nearest shop, not bothering to read the sign as she opened the door and threw herself inside. "

"What a perfect evening," she said sarcastically, taking out her wand. She charmed her hair and cloak dry. Suddenly she realized she had no idea what shop she was in. Putting her wand back in her bag she looked around the brightly colored room. It didn't take her long to figure out that she was in a joke shop.

It seemed familiar to her, but Hermione didn't have the slightest idea why. She had certainly never been in a trick store in wizarding France, in fact she'd only been shopping on that particular street once, and that was to replace a quill. She was still trying to puzzle it out when a high pitched voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Welcome to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes," a young girl with curling ginger hair announced. "I'm Cassandra Weasley if you need any help!" The woman had to grab a table to keep from falling. "So that's why this seems so familiar," she whispered. "Fred and George are really going somewhere with this."

She laughed shakily, flicking a tear away. "I didn't realize how much I missed them," she said softly with a pang of longing. She hadn't seen them since she was nineteen and she hadn't seen Harry since a year before that. He'd left around his eighteenth birthday.

She remembered herself and looked at Cassandra. "Thank you," she said smiling. "If you don't mind me asking, are you a Weasley?" Cassandra nodded.

"Yes miss, by adoption. Charlie and Rebecca Weasley are my parents. Why do you ask?" Hermione smiled again. "I used to know them, a long time ago. I helped Fred and George create some of the things here after I got out of Hogwarts. That was before I started working for the Ministry and moved to Italy."

The younger girl looked interested. "Really? That's nice. Fred and George are my favor-" She didn't finish her sentence, she screamed instead. The box of fireworks that rested on a table near Hermione had exploded and fireworks were rocketing around the room.

Hermione laughed and ducked as one flew over her head. Cassandra had fainted, though it was unnoticed by Hermione. She waved her hand and murmured the counter curse. The multi-colored fireworks exploded, covering the floor with glitter and the air with smoke. Cassandra, who had barely opened her eyes screamed and fainted again.

"What in Merlin's name is going on out there," a voice demanded from the back. "I show up to check on the shop and the first thing I hear is a- what happened?" The man had stepped into the shop and looked around, his eyes wide and a grin playing across his face at the mess. Hermione's breath caught as she stared at him. His hair was once again cut like it had been during his sixth year and it was obvious that he still opted for muggle clothing. He wore jeans and a long-sleeved tee-shirt that read 'Love, Peace, LET'S PARTY!" She smiled, that sounded like something he'd say.

"Your fireworks went off, it's Fred right," she said smiling. He took a sip of his drink, regarded her over his cup, and then nodded. "Yes and how did you make them explode? Only a few people know our counters." She smiled at him, wondering if he would recognize her. "I know your counter curses," she said simply, crossing her arms.

He looked at her more closely. She was pretty, and a little younger than him. "Did you date George," he asked, still trying to figure out who it was. She shook her head. "Nope."

"Then I have no idea who you are. The only other girl that I know of that knew our counters was Hermione Granger and–" he let his sentence trail as realization showed in his eyes. "Hermione?"

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