Title: A Halliwell in Hogwarts- chapter 4

Author: Artino2

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I own none of it. I am only having a bit of fun.

Warnings: language, moderate sexual activity.

Pairings: George Weasley/ofc, Fred Weasley/Angelina, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione.

Summary: This is a Charmed/HP crossover. Payton Halliwell is the daughter of Phoebe Halliwell and only female legacy in the Halliwell family. When the sisters are summoned to Hogwarts, Payton must follow. Will she adjust to living in a witch's world after or will she find herself an outcast among her kind?

Payton hung up one of her nicer dresses in the closet and was about to shut the door when she heard a loud crack and found herself looking at the two twin brothers again.

"Did we scare you?" Fred asked. "I would think you would be used to people poppin' on you and all seeing as how you fight demons everyday."

Payton stared at him speechless. It wasn't until the other one started to talk that she found her voice and her anger. "Who told you that?"

George pointed to Fred. Fred knocked his brother's hand away and laughed. "So is it true?"

"No," Payton said, and then added, "Well, not exactly true. Kind of." She sighed out of frustration and walked over to the window. She looked out into the darkened sky. It was cloudy and there were no stars shining at all. It kind of mirrored how she felt inside.

The twins were silent for awhile but their patience was thin. "So which is it?"

Payton turned around and looked at them. "We never know when demons will attack. I have been in my fair share of fights and yes, I have helped in vanquishing some." She hoped her answer would satisfy them and they would go away.

It didn't.

"You will be going to Hogwarts with us. How old are you anyways?" George asked wondering what year she'd be in.

"I'm sixteen," she replied, "and you?" She knew they had to be close to her age;. perhaps slightly older. They still had their boyish looks but they were well over 6 feet tall.

"We are seventeen," Fred said with a grin. He was relieved that she was not older than they were. "You will be in Ron's year then."

Payton decided since she had to have them there, she might as well pump them for information. "So, tell me what your magic school is like."

"We have an excellent Quidditch team," Fred said, and George nodded in agreement.

Payton had no idea what they were talking about but gathered it was some sort of sport. "What are the teachers like?"

"Like all teachers probably," Fred said. "Boring."

"Not fun," George added.

"Not at all," Fred piped in.

"Too strict."

"Too much homework."

Peyton looked from to the other as they took turns answering her. She had to give in and laugh at how cute it was the way they were doing that. The twins stopped talking.

"She is laughing at us George," Fred said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out something wrapped in a silver foil. "I guess she doesn't want any of our special candy then."

Payton did not know what he was talking about, but her eyes caught the flash of silver in his hand. "Special candy?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Yeah," Fred said as he held out his hand. In the palm of it was a single piece of wrapped candy.

"What is so special about it?" For some reason, warning bells went off in her head and she wasn't sure what they were up to. Still, it was just a piece of candy. What harm was there in a piece of candy?

"This is a Weasley's Wonderful Wacky wafer," George told her. "Fred and I made it."

"Try it," Fred said holding out the piece of candy. His eyes wandered to her beautiful long tresses. Her hair was a chestnut brown and hung in ringlets of curls down her back. "It will make you a true Weasley, even if it is only temporary."

Payton eyed the candy with suspicion.

"I think she is afraid Fred."

"Yep George, I think you are right."

"I'm not afraid of a piece of candy," she scolded as she took the offered sweet and unwrapped it. It looked like nothing more than a vanilla wafer. She popped it into her mouth and expected at worst, that it would taste nasty. Surprisingly, it didn't. It was rather good actually.

"I think it is time for us to go," George said quickly and he and Fred apparated out of the room.

"They are so strange," Payton said to herself after they had left. She went back to hanging up her clothes. When she was finished, she put her empty suitcase under the bed and walked to the door. She figured she might as well go and mingle with the others. She had promised her mother she would give it a chance and she was going to keep that promise. How bad could being a temporary Weasley be?

Molly finished preparing dinner and was about to send Ginny up to fetch Payton when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. "Dinner is ready!" she called out to Payton and the others. She placed a large platter of food in the center of the table and turned around to instruct Payton where to sit when she gasped loudly.

Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley were shocked speechless. Payton stood at the bottom of the steps and noticed all eyes were on her. "What is wrong?" she asked, worried that she had somehow done something to offend them.

Hermione was the first to speak. She looked at the other girl and motioned to her hair. "what's wrong with my hair?" Payton asked and went over to a mirror. She screamed when she looked at her reflection. Her chestnut brown hair was now the brightest shade of strawberry blonde possible.

Mrs. Weasley finally got over the initial shock and looked towards the stairs. "FRED! GEORGE! Get down here NOW!" She could not believe that her sons had already played a trick on their house guest. Even after all of her warnings.

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