Sugarquill

December 13th, Gr--------. (Order headquarters; was unable to write it down)

Well, term is almost over. But we're not at school.

Right to the point: a week ago, Professor McGonagall showed up at our dormitory in the middle of the night…and not to give us hot chocolate or anything, I assure you.

"Weasley! Fred, George, wake up! Towler, stop Jordan snoring so these two can hear me! FRED! GEORGE! Wake up, boys!"

Apparently something of this sort had been ensuing for several minutes before I rolled over in bed to drown out the noise and fell onto the lower bunk, landing on George and, needless to say, waking both of us up.

"Ron ate m'homework," mumbled George, rubbing his eyes. I just looked up at McGonagall and yawned. Shock and confusion not yet setting in.

"Boys, you must come with me right away. Your father has been attacked."

I don't remember standing up, but there we were, up and alert. We quickly grabbed the necessary attire and threw it on, then left for Professor Dumbledore's office. A few minutes later, he'd made a portkey, and we ended up at Gr— here.

None of us slept that night, not me, George, Ginny, Ron, or Harry. We spoke little, but Harry told us how he'd seen the snake attack Dad. Well, as it turns out from a visit to St. Mungo's that afternoon…Harry was the snake. We're not sure what this means. Ginny said something about You-Know-Who possessing Harry, but Ron says Harry's been getting bits of You-Know-Who's moods here and there for a while now. I don't know…I'm just glad Dad's okay.

Christmas looks like it'll be good fun after all, everyone here and Gr— the Order's headquarters (thanks to Sirius) looking friendlier than ever before. As friendly as this place can get.

Harry's been avoiding us. He locked himself up in his room the day before yesterday once we got back from St. Mungo's, and he's not been seen since. Not even at mealtimes; Ron's the only one who sees him and that's at night when he's asleep!

"I don't think he wants to sleep, though," said Ron after lunch today. All of us non-Order-worthy people were talking there during an emergency meeting. (namely myself, George, Ron, and Ginny) "Reckon he thinks he'll become that snake again."

"But it can't be him attacking people!" said Ginny, wringing her hands. "He remembers it, he regrets it, he has no reason to attack Dad!"

"I'm not saying he does!" said Ron quickly. "You think I'd say something like that? Look, I bet Harry's just as confused as we all are, but he thinks he's dangerous. I don't know how we can convince him otherwise, the stubborn git."

George shook his head. I'm pretty sure it was because of Harry's stubbornness, but also might've had to do with my fruitless attempts to chuck everything from butterbeer corks to Extendable Ears at the door of the dining room. The most recent cork I'd tried with had bounced spectacularly off the door and made immediate contact with George's left ear. He was still wiggling it.

"Poor Harry's got a lot on his mind," I said, getting ready to throw a piece of Fever Fudge at the door. Ginny snatched it from me with a scowl.

"Yeah," said Ron, sighing. "Hard to believe that three days ago he was kissing Cho Chang in the Room of Requirement."

The effect these words had on the rest of the room was, well…brilliant. I choked on the Fizzing Whizbee whose wrapper I had been wadding up for another go at the door; George fell out of his chair, and Ginny sprayed both of us with the pumpkin juice she'd been drinking.

"What!" She cried, wiping her mouth.
"Oops…" Ron didn't seem to pleased with himself. "Well, yeah, I mean, he was…but don't tell him I told you! She cornered him after the D.A. meeting…under the mistletoe, probably."

"So he still fancies her?" said Ginny, now seeming quite detached.

"I s'pose so," replied Ron with a shrug. "But what did this was that she fancies him too. Couldn't take her eyes off him during the D.A. meetings."

Ginny snorted, obviously finding Cho Chang and Harry an amusing image.

"Hey, speaking of not being able to take your eyes off people…" Oh, dear. George. What on earth was he trying to say, raising his eyebrows all knowingly at me? I hate it when people do that, they expect me to understand this secret sign language when really, I haven't got a clue.

"Yes, speaking of it what?"

"You haven't noticed that every day in Charms Stephanie Stevenson has no idea what Flitwick's instructions are?"

"So?"

"So, it's because she's staring at you the whole time he's talking, dolt!"

I could not reply to this; what ensued was a series of bizarre facial expressions I never knew I could create. Luckily, the door opened then and Order members started filing out of the dining room. George immediately rose to badger Lupin while I proceeded to pick up an obscene amount of butterbeer corks, only able to think of the audacity of Stephanie Stevenson to so much as look in my direction when I fancy Ang.

Because I do. And I know that. 'Cos I'm smart.

Speaking of Ang, she sent us a letter the day after Dad was attacked. George had told Alicia, who told Ang, I suppose. I can't really see McGonagall or Dumbledore willingly announcing it to the school, seeing as he was on duty for the Order. Anyway, she was concerned and wanted to know if Dad was all right.

Must go. Dinner.

December 19th

Harry's functioning again. Congrats to all.

Hermione showed up when term ended and charged up to his room. What ensued was a long talk, as a result of which he became sociable again. Also, got a letter from Ang — not me and George this time; just me. Granted, it wasn't a romantic love letter, but I'll take what I can get.

Fred-

Why didn't you and George reply to my letter? It's been a week; is your Dad all right or isn't he? I know your stressed, but that doesn't give you grounds to ignore my concerns. Leesh is worried too, she says she wrote to George but her memory often has lapses in which Trish and I end up having to help her distinguish between pumpkin juice and Skele-Gro So her not getting a response could have been because she never wrote a letter.

So, please let us know. Anxiety is one of the worst things to live with, and I'm saying that with my little brother downstairs.

Anyway, assuming that you have so rudely neglected to reply thus far, I'm going to venture on to asking about such sordid matters as how your break is going.

…So how's your break going? Mine's fine and it's great to see my family again, and being of age truly has its perks (Jelly-Legs Jinx…sister monopolizing Muggle telephone…brilliant results). Say hello to your brothers for me, as well as Ginny and Harry.

Once again, hoping you're break is fun (and that the issues with the Nosebleed Nougat have been resolved), and that your dad's doing well.

Angelina

Have not showed this to George as of yet, but I think I'll have to because if he finds it later he'll think I was hiding it, or…framing it, or something of equally ridiculous magnitude.

Good lord, what a terrifying thought. Although it would look pretty surrounded by a gilded oak frame.

So there ya go. How fast was that? Pretty darn fast. Nothing of humongous interest, but as always attempting to inject my own new thoughts and spice into the story we've already got. The next Angelina and Fred chapters should prove to be fun, though. Yes, I shall be re exploring the sides of Angelina. Justcha wait…

Okay, must comment on one thing. I've noticed it before, and maaaay have commented before, but when I went to our story's page today (to look at the reviews and start responding), I happened to read the chapter menu all over, and I must say it was brilliant. blushes I've always known Tev came up with brilliant chapter titles, so did I, but I feel it needs to be said that those are ALL her, every stinking letter of them, and that's a lot of randomness for me to generate, and that reading them all together I just shook my head in awe. Thank you Proma! I should get a trophy or something.

I vote everyone go read all the chapter titles as soon as they're done reviewing! Or, while they are reviewing. Just review!

The Mysterious M- Oh, it's fine. We wanted to lead people to think it's Fred, but not in an obvious way. Which makes a lot of sense. Like, we didn't want to make all signs point to Fred but not give anything away. Hope this chapter keeps you happy, because your happiness makes me happy too! And me! Happy people are ten times funner then depressed people .Hey, if it's okay, as a prize, can you give me some extra hours of sleep this time? I'll be requesting that soon enough. School about to start .THANK YOU! Yes, I agree, much thanks.

Angelface04- YOU'RE BACK! throws confetti Well, glad you still like it, it be pretty horrific if you decided that you no longer liked it,, and think it's hilarious, and unless you have proof that you knew it was Andrew, we're going to be stubborn! Yes, you didn't say in your review, so you get no credit! HA. It might have something to do with the read-over, but :is stubborn: Ah, no Fred-getting-news-of-Angelandrew(can we please not call it that, its worse then bennifer) (HAHA) in this chapter. Key word; In this chapter. I thought about putting it in the letter, but its not an Ang thing to do. But I assure you, it's on its way…

Nikki- Okay, okay…wow, we really did a good job of this misleading them towards Fred thing, didn't we? We did. YAY! Thanks for keeping reviewing!

Dark Hermit Kaelin- Slowly? Rapidly? Please, Angelina is already insane. I take slight offense to that. But really, I agree. In fact, I think it's safe to say she's well past it, my friend. Better annoyance on Ang, then on you, right?

Violet- A new reviewer! Yipee! A new reviewer who likes the story! A new reviewer who likes the story and isn't even a huge HP fan! Wow, that's impressive. Awesome, and on behalf of myself and Fred, she meant to add and Tev and Angelina, we are flattered.

FuNnY cIdE- Well, good luck at school. We all need it. Mine's already started, HAHA, and for the first time in my life I look forward to Algebra and dread Art. That's kind of creepy. I mean really, pro Algebra? I have to take Algebra 3-4/Trig this year. Good lord, teachers are much more important to our learning than we give them credit for. That is true, its why I'm not looking forward to English.

silver-pensieve- gladja like as usual. Ah, you made me grin when you said Andrew was a surprise. Me give you a butterhorn! That's what we were aiming for—so good to hear of success. Although we did drop a couple of hints, we were hoping no one would guess.