Hey guys! Just wanted to say thanks to cookie eating tiger for her reviews and ideas….thx! gives her another cookie

Well…now that I've FINALLY figured out how to post…..here's the next chappie……wonders where word "chappie" came from

Chelsea opened the envelope and unfolded the letter that was contained inside. Her hands were already shaking and they were making it that much harder to open it. The handwriting on the inside of the letter was that same curly, flowing script that she had seen in the Harry Potter books. She began to read out loud.

Dear Ms. Corley,

I am sure that you are curious as to the cause of these four young gentlemen on your doorstep. This is completely understandable. The answer to you question is simply this: I sent them there. I would like to make it clear to you that Mrs. JK Rowling is in fact a witch, although there have been certain precautions as to making it safe for Muggles. We wouldn't want the exact truth to get out, incase it fell into the wrong hands.

These four boys' lives are in very grave danger in both 1976 and the present. My past self deemed it necessary to separate the infamous Marauders, sending Mister Potter and Mister Pettigrew to an undisclosed location, and selecting a "futuristic" Muggle home to house Mister Black and Mister Lupin. I, here in this time, have found it necessary to split up the Weasley family. As you can see, I have chosen to send them to the same home as Misters Black and Lupin.

I only ask that you would treat them as you would guests, (though putting them to work wouldn't hurt them,) until it has been deemed safe for them to be returned to their homes. I am happy to say that, being in America, the boys will be allowed to use magic. I will stop in in a few days to check and make sure there is no confusion. Please enjoy the gift I sent you.

Happy summer,

Albus Dumbledore

Chelsea started to grumble, "I'm happy to say…..of course he's happy….he's all the way over in bloody Scotland."

Neither Cori nor Kelli was paying any attention to her, being to busy grinning and rubbing their hands together. Chelsea rolled her eyes and walked over to Remus.

"Well, it seems that you'll being staying with us for awhile, so you might as well get to know us. I'm Chelsea Corley, this is Cori Hatfield, and my over-dramatic friend here is Kelli Williams."

She shook Remus's hand and walked over to the twins.

"I know both of you a little bit better than you would think, but I still can't figure out who is who….so……who are you then?"

The one on the right stepped forward.

"I'm Gred and this handsome young gentleman here is Forge. And I have absolutely NO idea were he gets his looks." He shook his head in mock disbelief.

Chelsea closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to figure out how she was going to tell them apart. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and grinned.

"IDEA!"

She took off running into the other room. When she came back, she had a roll of shiny silver tape. The boys looked confused. She pulled out and broke of two lengths of the stuff. Grabbing the shirt of the closest twins, she pulled him to her and wound the tape around his neck, no to tight though. After doing the same to the second twin, she went to the kitchen and came back with a Sharpie.

Walking up to the first twin again, she looked in his eyes and said

"Now, tell me your name."

He gulped. "Fred."

She smiled and wrote "FRED" in bold letters in his new, shiny, silver collar.

Then she walked over to the other twin and wrote "GEORGE" on his.

She turned to her friends and grinned. "See? Duct tape does fix everything!"

Cori, Kelli, and Remus (who had one muggle parent), burst into hysterics.

Kelli's breathe was coming in short gasps.

"You…duct tape…necks…..twins….HAHAHA."

Once everyone had recovered, Chelsea and the other two girls took the boys to their rooms and then went back down for breakfast.