Um...hi all...please don't kill me. Ducks flying sharp objects I am SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY about how long it's taken me to post anything but I've had a lot of crap going on in my life in the past few months, including loosing my closest friends because my boyfriend broke up with me (long complicated story that I don't feel like getting into). Plus, I recently had finals AND just graduated high school (I'm lucky I'm still sane). But I have some good news and some not so good news...

Good News # 1

I have been writing fanfiction chapters in what little spare time I have.

Bad News # 1

It's not for any story that's posted at the moment (It's for Agape', Unconditional Love's sequal)

Good News # 2

Unconditional Love's next chapter IS written.

Bad News # 2

I hate it and want to rewrite it.

Good News # 3

I recently got a job and the lead in my VBS play.

Bad News # 3

Less time for me to write.

Good News # 4

I'm working on my own real story by the name of 'Revenge' and it's going really well.

Bad News # 4

I'll be working on that story more than my fanfictions because I want to try and publish it soon.

SO PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I promise you I'm still alive.


Chapter Thirty

Mirror Images

Lenore woke up the next morning to the wondrous smells of a home cooked meal. She lay awake in bed, trying to decipher what the different smells were. One was obviously bacon, another sausage; it smelled as if pancakes were cooking. Closing her eyes, a faint smile traced her lips. Yum pancakes. She thought wondering if she should get up or if she should just fall back asleep. Both ideas had their own rewards. Staring at the ceiling Lenore's mind turned, going over last night's events in her head.

George and Hermione had stayed in her room to help her unpack, which was nice because a lot of her stuff needed to be enlarged and since her magic was no longer working, George was put on that task. The packing went quickly, mainly because most of her stuff was in her rooms at Hogwarts; this was just the stuff she had with her in Snape's rooms. There was one box left that Lenore had purposely shoved under the bed for it contained all her clothing, including undergarments. While she and Hermione were arranging her books on the bookshelves (arguing every once in a while if it should be done by genre or alphabetical order—Lenore would have just as soon put the books on and dealt with categorizing them another day) George pulled the box out from under the bed.

Lenore shook her head, snorting as she remembering the mortification she felt when she turned around and saw George opening the box, spilling a few of her more colorful undergarments onto the floor. He apparently thought they were skimpy shirts or something because he picked up the bright red bra she had gotten for fun, beginning to comment on how Gryffindor it was. However the look on his face as he realized it was her lacy bra was definitely worth her mortification. He had both tried to drop the bra and make a joke about it at the same time, ending up getting the strap tangled on his fingers.

Hermione detached the bra and placed it into a drawer as George bent over to pick up another one. From that moment it became a grand joke and he asked if she had any other colorful bras. Let's just say the shades of red that Lenore's face turned was nothing to the shade he turned when she answered the affirmative and then Hermione mischievously offered to show them to him. After two pillow fights and the entire contents of her suitcase strewn about and then packed away they fell, laughing still, on Lenore's bed.

A new smell drifted up from the kitchen enticing Lenore to move. She's making sticky buns…. She thought with an even wider grin. Immediately her mind turned to dinner the previous night. It had been a spectacle to say the least. With eleven seated at the table (Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Fleur, Gabrielle, Lily, and herself) the dinning table had been moved outside, complete with a floating chandelier. Surprising there wasn't a single food fight as Lenore had half thought half wished there would be (she had still wanted to get George back for his 'bra fashion show'.)

Lenore, deciding that the smells of breakfast were more enticing than her comfortable bed, rolled out of her bed and grabbed her dark green robe. It had been her mother's and hung loosely on her but it still carried her mother's body wash scent. Shaking her head as if to shake loose the thoughts of her mother, Lenore shuffled towards her dresser. Deciding to grab her older jeans, they had a large hole in the right knee along with a few tiny shreds up the leg (Severus confiscated her other 'holy' pair) she then moved onto her numerous shirt selections. Wondering what she wanted to wear today she looked at the folded tee shirts, chewing her bottom lip. Going for her the black shirt with a menacing penguin on it with the words in yellow saying: "The penguins are stealing my sanity" in a dizzying circle, she draped it over her should before walking down the stairs.

She headed towards the bathroom Hermione had showed her. Ironically, Hermione just walked out of the bathroom, looking refreshed and ready for a day of reading. The bushy-haired girl was dressed in a pair of jeans and a checkered shirt, looking very much like she took it from her father's closet, was closed over a white polo shirt.

"Morning, Hermione." She said with a smile. "Breakfast smells good."

Hermione grinned. "It usually does." She side stepped to let Lenore into the bathroom. "I'll see you later."

Sliding the door shut, Lenore looked at the mirror and she blinked, doing a double take. For a second instead of her face reflected in the mirror, Hermione's was there. "Did you just—oh I must be needing another cleaning, for a second I thought you were that girl that just left. Horrible hair, tragedy really…Your hair needs some red in it, it would accent your face well." The mirror said. She nodded making a face. The mirror had confirmed it for her. There was something wrong. She reached for the shower knob as the mirror spoke again. "You look pale, are you sure you wouldn't want a nice warm bath—"

"If I wanted commentary I would bring someone into the bathroom with me, shut up." Lenore snapped her nerves on edge. Maybe I'm PMSing, stupid monthly cycle, you should DIE! Her thoughts exclaimed. Giggling to herself she dropped her clothes onto the floor and stepped into the shower.

A half hour later, scrubbed pink, she climbed out of the shower. A sharp pain suddenly shot up her back. Grabbing a hold of the counter she let out a gasp. The pain had been gone so long that she nearly had forgotten that her body wasn't 100 as of yet. Sitting down on the seat cover to the toilet, wrapped in a fluffy white towel, Lenore supported her back with one hand while massaging her leg with the other. She had blocked thinking about the accident. Because of that she hadn't stretched in two days…Severus was going to kill her. A realization hit her as another wave of pain jolted her leg. Severus wasn't here to scold her.

She awkwardly got dressed, pausing whenever the pain stabbed her. Twenty minutes later she limped from the bathroom. Lenore used the wall as support as she slowly made her way towards the staircase to her room, pain crippling her more than ever. Severus had told her never to skip a night. Shaking her head, she concentrated on walking. Made it, she thought grasping the frame. Now how am I going to get up those stairs?

"Leo?" Awkwardly she turned around. Ginny stood in a terry-cloth robe, a large frown on her face. "What's wrong?"

Theatrically, just as Ginny asked, a large jolt of pain shot through her body, nearly causing her to fall to the floor. Grasping onto the doorframe like her life depended on it, she gasped out an answer. "Leg," Lenore drew a breath. "I didn't stretch out and I'm paying for it. I need to get pain potion." She whispered.

Ginny rushed to her side. "Sit down." She ordered, looking very much like Mrs. Weasley. Lenore slid down the wall, biting her lip. "What does it look like?"

"In glass cabinet, special potions, one red and one blue, white cork." She said massaging her leg as it twitched. Ginny flew up the stairs. "Well this is what I get for skipping," she muttered blinking back tears. It hurt.

Thirty seconds later, Ginny was coming down the stairs. "Here they are Le—" Ginny cut herself off, going pale.

"What?" she asked staring at the girl.

"You-you-you...Bill!" she half screamed.

Lenore stared at her. "Ginny what's going on? Why—"

Bill rushed into the hallway, shirt off, hair pulled into a braid. "Gin, what's—" he stopped short looking from Ginny to Lenore and then back at Ginny. "Bloody hell."

Two sets of thundering footsteps raced up the stairs. Hermione appeared first, looking worried and then her face paled just as Ginny's had. Second appeared Mrs. Weasley shaking her head. "Ginerva Weasley how many times have I told you—sweet Merlin,"

"What is going on?" Lenore asked wincing from another jolt of pain.

"Which one is Ginny?" questioned Hermione looking back and forth from Ginny and Lenore.

"What do you mean which one is—ow—which one is Ginny? She's right there on the stairs." Lenore pointed, staring at Hermione. Suddenly everyone took a step back, Hermione squeaking. "What?" Mrs. Weasley pointed her wand at Lenore. The teenager recoiled. "What are you doing!"

"I don't know who or what you are but stop—" Mrs. Weasley stopped short. "STOP IT!"

"WHAT!" Lenore screamed.

"Hello-hello-hello!" came a voice from downstairs, one she immediately recognized.

"What ever is going on call George up, he'll know who I am!" she exclaimed tears welling up in her eyes.

"Hello? Where is everyone?"

"You are not going near my children!" Mrs. Weasley said.

"Now, mum, calm down, we don't even know what this is." Bill said, trying to calm her down.

"What this is? I'm Lenore! What are you talking about?"

Everyone stared at her. "When I first found her—it…the thing was Lenore. She asked me to get these pain potions." Ginny helped up the two vials.

"Is anyone here?" George's voice came closer.

"I skipped my stretching for two days! My leg is killing me, please, will you give me the—"

"STOP CHANGING!" Mrs. Weasley shouted.

"I don't know what you're—" Lenore cut her own self off, spotting George as he came out the stairs. "George!"

"Here you guys are, I was—Bill did you know you have a clone?"

Lenore drew in a haltering breath. "George, it's me! It's Lenore! Why is everyone staring at me?"

George took a cautious step towards her. "Lenore?"

Tears began leaking out of her eyes. "Yes! Why is everyone staring at me like this? Ginny I need that pain potion, my back and leg are killing me!"

"That's what it does!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed.

"I'M NOT AN IT!"

"Leo!" George was at her side immediately.

"George get away from there!"

"Mum, it's Leo!" He looked back at her. "Leo, concentrate, try to focus on what you look like,"

"What?"

"Just do it."

She bit her lip and drew a picture into her head of what she looked like in the bathroom mirror. "George, please my leg is killing me."

"George!" Ginny squeaked as he grabbed the vials from her.

"Here,"

Lenore threw her head back and swallowed both vials. Drawing in a calming breath as the pain ebbed away, she looked at George. "Why were they staring at me?"

"Do you have a glamour on you?" George asked curiously.

She stared at him. "No I—" then she stopped. She did have a glamour on her. She had put it on her before her magic went crazy. It hit the rune on her hand and a few other things. "Yes…I do." She said softly. "It's long lasting one…why?"

"I'm going to take it off,"

"Why?"

"I'll explain it in a minute." He said pointing his wand at her. He whispered the incantation and she felt part of her feel stronger, magic returning. "You were covering the rune?" he motioned to her hand. She paled as his eyes drifted to her wrists where the old scars lay. "Ah…don't worry, I won't say a word."

"What happened George," Mrs. Weasley said in a forced calm.

"Lenore's magic is on the fritz." He said as if it explained everything.

"We knew that already, George." Hermione said as Ginny scooted by the two and hurried over to the brunette.

George looked at them. "Sometimes if you have a glamour on yourself and your magic is interfered with the glamour juts out of proportion. Because of how strong Lenore is, her magic was mimicking anything and everything that came into sight. So when it saw you, Bill, it mimicked your features. When it saw me, it mimicked mine. It's happened to Fred and I when we were experimenting. It's worse when you mimic walls and stuff."

"Crap, Leo, we're sorry." Bill said coming forward.

Lenore shook her head. "It's okay." She wiped at the tears. "I understand your hesitancy."

"Now that this is over with, lets go down to eat." George said.

"Breakfast!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed hurrying down the stairs. "BILL PUT A SHIRT ON!" she called on her way down. Bill grumbled and walked back into his bedroom.

Ginny forced a half smile. "Sorry, Lenore." She said before scooting by the group and going into the restroom.

"Just think positive, Lenore. Once you get your magic under control you could mimic anyone. Creep them out because it's sort of like a mirror image…I wonder…I'm going to see if I can find anything on glamours here." Hermione said before hurrying down the stairs, leaving George and Lenore alone.

"You okay?" he asked helping her to her feet. Her leg started to give out on her and he caught her. "Careful," he said with concern. "I'm sure that wasn't the good morning you were expecting."

Lenore snorted. "How observant."

"How about breakfast?"

"Sound great. I'm not sure I can manage the stairs though." She said frowning.

"That's okay," George smirked swooping her into his arms.

She let out a squeal and grabbed at him. "What are you doing?"

"Carrying you down to breakfast, what does it look like?" he asked walking down the stairs.

"If you drop me, you're dead." She muttered as they started on the second flight of stairs.

"How about I make you hover instead?"

"GEORGE!"